Participating in NaNoWriMo!

I'm hellbent determined to finish this year.For those of you who are wondering what the heck is NaNoWriMo, it is National Novel Writing Month, an online annual event that takes place every November. The goal is to write a 50K word novel about anything as long as you write the entire story between Nov 1-30.

Even though my first two stories for eXtasy were m/m alone, I have been pestered as of late by three characters in a scifi menage. Two very sexy male aliens of different races and one spunky female human who happens to be a scientist into goth in a big way. Sounds promising so far? Well, let's add the fact one male is from a warrior demon species who happens to be owned by the other male (Now you know there's going to be hot m/m sex in one of my books, LOL!)Throw our goth scientist in the mix, stirring things up for the boys, and, well... you'll just have to wait and see. :-D)*laughing evilly

Wish me luck and let me know what you think!

My 2nd Book, Collared in Love, Comes Out Tomorrow!

After this crazy year, I actually have a second book coming out tomorrow on Halloween. It is a different take on the holiday, no ghosts, ghouls or goblins, along with no vampire and werewolves (even though I love stories on those two ;) ).



Collared in Love excerpt to entice you!




“Come here.”
Shocked at the firm command coming from nowhere, he didn’t stop to think about it, but did as he was told.
“Stand on the side of my leg.”
Curious to where this was leading, he continued to follow Razor’s instructions.
“Lay face down over my lap.”
That finally got his attention. “Like Hell I will.”
“You are a natural submissive and have long denied your needs, keeping them hidden not only from the outside world, but yourself as well. It is my duty and privilege to teach you the pride and strength in handing control over to someone else you can trust. Since I told you before I am not in the habit of repeating my orders, your refusal will cost you three additional spankings.”
“What the f—”
“You are now up to six. Do you wish me to add any more?”
Jayden stiffly bent over his lap, surprised to feel his cock straining against the shorts he had worn underneath his tunic. He hoped and prayed Razor wouldn’t notice. No such luck.
“I see your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t. Since this is new for you, I will go easy. I want you to count each spanking as you receive them.”
He could feel him push the back of his tunic above his waist and push down his shorts below his ass cheeks until the material was tossed on the floor. Feeling his face grow warmer, he could only imagine how ridiculous it must look for a grown man having his bare ass sticking up and over another man’s lap.
“Oh, meus servus.”
He felt soft kisses and tender caresses on each cheek, making his cock grow even impossibly harder. Then without warning, the first blow accurately struck its target. The painful sensation surged pleasure through his entire body.
“Remember to count off the strikes, or I will add another one in its place.”
Quickly he did as he was told. “One.”
Two more came rapidly after that.
“Two, three.”
Slow massaging replaced the strikes. “Very good, Jayden. Let go and let the pain free you.”
Another one came without warning.
“Four.”
The anticipation was part of the agony, not knowing when the next one would hit.
“Here come your additional ones for disobedience.”
The last six were administered without ceremony, one right after the other, counting off each time after one made its mark. Razor again massaged each reddened cheek, calming down the burn until it was no more than a dull soreness.
“Stand up.”
Silently obeying, he now saw the evidence of his arousal, his hardened cock tenting the front of his tunic, leaving a damp spot.
“You enjoyed the pain mixed in with the pleasure?”
He finally could be honest with himself. “Yes.”
“Yes, Master.”He looked down at Razor. “Yes, Master.”

A Little Remiss in My Entries

This is terrible of me, but I haven't posted anything since my first book came out. I must admit I have been a bit busy with moving in with my elderly dad over the summer to help him out as well as my "real" job having me hoppin' as well.

What has been the scariest is that we almost lost dad last month. It was very touch and go for awhile, but he pulled through. Now he is fighting the flu bug that has also loved me as well for all of last weekend and into this week. It is a sad state to want to go back to work (I do like my job) than stay at home. Why is it that the women of the house can never really be sick. I mean I felt lousy, but still had my daily tasks to do because there was no one else to do them, versus my ex (who also lives here, I know a crazy story I'll tell some other time), had a slight stuffiness over the weekend and laid in bed all day Saturday. I wish!

I have a surprise announcement coming tomorrow. Stay tuned!

Far Away Promises Now Available

Yippee!
Okay, now that I have that out of my system, I am so excited that my dream of becoming a published author has finally come true.
I know I have been a little lax in keeping my postings up-to-date, but life has been a little crazy since moving in lock, stock and barrel with my elderly dad to help assist him in his daily living. He is such an independent person and has a stubborn streak a mile wide.
He gave me quite the scare yesterday morning and is now in the hospital undergoing testing to see whether or not he suffered a mild heart attack. He wants to come home today, but we will have to wait and see what the doctor says.
My dad is really cute though. He is almost just as excited about my book as I am. Here's another taste of Far Away Promises to wet your appetite!

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry to be so depressing tonight. I don’t mean to spoil our first dinner together. I promise to enjoy the evening and not think about might-have-beens anymore.” For a second, Varick thought he saw the same strange look in those captivating hazel eyes he’d noticed earlier, but it was gone so quickly, he chalked it up to his own anxious mood and let it go.
“That’s one promise I’ll see to it that you keep. Now, let’s take a look at the menu shall we? I’ve built up quite an appetite from a long day’s work and I’ve a feeling that both of us will need as much strength as we can muster for what will be coming after dessert.”
Varick immediately looked down at the menu Shana had placed on the table in front of him, purposely ignoring Cal’s very direct comment on what they would be doing after dinner. Cal’s deep chuckle only made him bury himself even further into his menu at the same time feeling his cock straining through his casual khaki slacks, already excited by the prospect of the upcoming events of the night. Swiftly, that same hot hand moved from his knee to his crotch, rubbing his cock through the two thin layers of material, until Varick thought he would come right there in the restaurant. Not having anything between his thick shaft and Cal’s skillful hand other than the light barrier of his clothing would surely be the end of him.
Cal whispered, “Ah, your cock is full of anticipation for this evening. I’ll make sure it won’t be disappointed. Now you must remember where we are, Varick. You’re not to come right now, is that understood?”
Varick didn’t dare say anything as it would just come out in a deep groan so he let his eyes do the talking, pleading with Cal. Part of him wanted Cal to stop before he embarrassed himself by coming in his pants, while another part loved the uninhibited thrill of being controlled by Cal right under the noses of the other restaurant patrons. The submissive side won out as Varick gave into the overwhelming feelings, leaning back slightly to give Cal more room to play underneath the table.
Varick felt his stiffened cock pushing even harder against the layers of thin material and his balls tightening under Cal’s accomplished stroking. He closed his eyes, blocking out the outside world, concentrating only on both the exquisite pain and pleasure caused by Cal’s touch. He began panting in short breaths, trying desperately not to come as ordered. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Cal suddenly stopped his erotic petting, bringing his long arm back up from under the table.
“Very good, Varick. You’ve shown decent control over your sensual needs. Bear in mind, this was just a small test to see what you can handle. I’ll be anxious to find out later on this evening just how far your control can be pushed.”
His breathing returned to a more normal cadence, Varick had the courage to look Cal straight in the eye, a little angry and a lot frustrated over his little test. “You have the upper hand now as we’re in public. I don’t wish to cause a scene for Shana’s sake. Just what makes you think I’ll submit to you once we’re alone?” Even in a sitting position, Cal easily loomed over him, dominating their intimate space.
“Oh my, the young pup is baring his fangs. Be careful, I think your frustration is showing. Believe me, whelp, I’ll have you begging on your knees for a good, thorough fucking many times over before the night is through.”
The assertive declaration made his pulse quicken, but still part of him hesitated in giving all of himself over to Cal. Backing down, Varick tore his eyes away from the intense gaze and back to his forgotten menu, muttering under his breath, to no one in particular. “We’ll just see who ends up begging who.”
“Did you say something, Varick?”“Nothing.” A low laugh sent shivers down his spine. Varick had the feeling he was in for an unforgettable evening.


Far Away Promises now available from eXtasy Books

I'm Getting Published!

Wow! I can't believe my dream has come true. The wonderful folks at eXtasy Books has contracted my first story with a release date of July 15th. I am so excited. Here's a little excerpt from my story, Far Away Promises, a scifi m/m romance.

Varick ascended the ladder once again and went about working on the lantern between the last two windows. As he painted, his thoughts invariably wandered in the direction they had been going over and over again for the last two weeks. He wondered whatever happened to Cal. After their brief encounter that Saturday morning on his front lawn, he hadn’t seen him again. The sensible part of him thought he should be glad he hadn’t run into him. He had to admit to himself that Cal’s dominating presence had been both daunting as well as exciting. He couldn’t trust himself not to start something that he would more than likely live to regret later. Varick finished up the last lantern while lost in his thoughts. A deep familiar voice invaded his musings, stopping him in his last brushstroke.
“Well, you may have no knack for anything mechanical, but I see that you have hidden talents elsewhere. I wonder what others you may harbor that have yet to be discovered.”
Adrenalin pumping through his veins, Varick held his breath and glanced down the ladder, once again looking straight into those same bright hazel eyes that had plagued his dreams every night for the last two weeks.
“Come down.”
Without a thought, Varick obeyed, leaving his palette and brushes on the top of the stepladder. Upon reaching the sidewalk, strong hands grabbed his own and pushed him to the wall past the last window. Just as tall and muscular as he remembered, Varick felt dwarfed as his hands were pinned above his head. A firm grip prevented him from moving, but not too strong to actually hurt him.
Cal dipped his head. Luscious full lips locked onto his own with such fierce intensity Varick thought he would come just by the sheer power coursing through the kiss. That tongue demanded entrance between his lips and, unable and unwilling to resist, Varick gave him full access, adding his own to the play. Their tongues danced with other, Cal’s leading all way, maintaining control throughout the long passionate kiss. He tasted like a delicious red wine, bold and full of life.
Cal suckled his bottom lip and released it slowly.
Feeling suddenly empty from the loss of his touch, Varick let out a soft husky whisper, “Please don’t stop.” Consuming hazel eyes burned with the same fierce intensity that his kiss had held.
“Begging so quickly. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
Instead of giving into his pleading, the man backed away, but still kept his arms pinned to the wall behind him.
“I think I’ll make you wait a little longer. Your wanting will only make our next kiss that much sweeter.”
Varick lowered his head, avoiding further direct eye contact with this delicious demon of desire he longed to taste again. Anger ran through him, more with himself for begging like a wanton fool, than with Cal for making him feel so much so fast. Getting hold of his emotions took all of his self-control. Raising his head, he glared hard into hypnotic hazel eyes. “Let me go. I have work to finish and I made a promise to the restaurant owner, Mrs. Jamison, to be cleaned up and back here for dinner tonight.”
“Do you always keep your promises?”
The slight catch in Cal’s voice and the strange look in his eyes told Varick that there was something more to this odd question than mere curiosity, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it could be. For some reason, he felt compelled to answer the question honestly. “I strive to, but there was one time in my past I wasn’t able to do so.” He looked grimly off into the afternoon sky. “That one time I failed to keep my word will haunt me for the rest of my life.” Released, his chin was captured in a gentle grip. “Who knows, maybe someday you’ll be given a chance to redeem yourself.”

No Go for Amber Allure - Not Giving Up!

Well, the winners were announced on Saturday, and I wasn't one of the lucky seven to be selected. I am a little disappointed, (okay, a lot disappointed, LOL!) but I am not going to give up. I am currently reworking my MS to add some more meaningful content to it and boost the word count. I am now looking at various other epublishers' submission guidelines and tackling the dreaded synopsis that all will want. Wish me luck!

Patiently Waiting - No Finger Nails Left!

Okay, this is my first post on my new blog. I have been waiting for five weeks to hear from Amber Quill regarding my submission to this year's contest, but haven't heard anything at this point. Since the winners are supposed to be announced this Saturday, March 1, I am beginning to doubt that my story will be selected, but I am not trying to give up hope just yet.

An author that I greatly respect beta read the story and loved it, so I guess I secretly hoped so would the Amber Quill editors. Will keep my fingers crossed that my story will make the final cut!