Saturday 28 February 2015

#MySexySaturday week 81



‘You might as well face it you’re addicted to love’ which is what we are all about this week.

My one’s going to come from My Outside My Inside, which I think holds more to this point any other book I’ve written as it is about a boy who is addicted to the love of his life in a way that expands over space and time  

 
The soft bed again, pushing up against his face and neck, caressing his flesh as Co lay him down against the bedding. Clothes had vanished in quick succession, as Mike clung to Co’s neck and took his mouth, showing him the forgiveness Mike felt deep in his soul.
He was where he belonged, Mike had known that his whole life, knew that Earth hadn’t been the right space for him, hadn’t fit him as if it had everyone else. He knew the universe was bigger, brighter, and he knew without a doubt that he was meant to be out there, somewhere, with someone his mind had taken great pains in protecting him from.
Hell, he’d not understood anything. He’d not really lived in any lifetime until a few moments ago when he woke up in the place he was meant to have been all along, only it had been lost to him. They’d been lost, separated from each other, and the pain Mike had felt Co had dealt with alongside him. Both of them missing an important part of themselves, and both finding it in this moment as Co suckled at Mike’s collar bone, heating him up from that spot outwards, he’d finally found that piece.
Mike lay back, his body useless under the giants as Co nibbled and licked, pinched and bit with a tongue and teeth that Mike thought were more flexible than anything he’d ever seen before, and yet, he couldn’t really hold completely accuracy to that, it wasn’t as if he’d had lovers, only fucks and fumbles. Bodies and parts used only in getting himself and the other man off. What could he say, he had commitment issues.
Mike moaned deep as that mouth scrapped at his hipbones, sharp teeth dug in deep, claiming territory and raising the heat in Mike’s body. He wanted more, needed more. Marks, scratches, and bruises, anything that would prove that he belonged to Co and that no one would ever take him away from the alien again.
“You like that, boy?” Co’s voice roamed along Mike’s body, lingered against his ears and causing his whole body to shiver, as his head nodded.
“Please, please.” He panted, his legs moving restlessly, trapped under Co’s body and frustrated Mike to no end. He wanted so much fucking more. He wanted this moment, he –

 
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Thursday 26 February 2015

Characters Character #4

 
This week is Tim’s week from Forever with My Werewolf
 
I’ve mentioned before, haven’t I, that I don’t give my characters full backstories. All I learn about them is what I put into the book, which is saying you know what I do. Which is why I don’t actually know there last names, they are nameless, they are just, them, what you see, and maybe a little more
 
I ramble, it’s a problem.
 
I believe I mentioned before, that the Moonlit Wolves series are paranormal tropes. I had a problem with reading them, they irritated me so much and because of that my head turned on me. I can’t bitch if I can’t do any better, right, so here’s my ‘any better’ tho honestly can’t really say one way or another
 
Tim starts running for his life. he just took a lovely trip into the woods with his lover – or as soon as his 18, so technically boyfriend, and the man turns into a werewolf. Like a 1980’s werewolf, scary as fuck.
 
So like all sane people he run’s.
 
This is the one thing I wasn’t completely convinced about, the start of this story was re-written about 3 times, the first had Jex with him, but him and Matt hadn’t even come into the story by this point.
 
The thing was I had no plans of Tim being kidnapped, it wasn’t something that happened until he feel onto the room, the car pulled up and out came hunters. I didn’t even have a plan to have ‘hunters’ in the first place. I honestly had nothing, but this need to put him in front of a werewolf for the first time, because in the books I’ve read they all act so level headed, or there are others around the talk them down. Or... or... I wanted something that seemed real, because I think, no matter how interment you are, if your lover turns into a fucking werewolf you’re going to run screaming like a little bitch.
 
And from that the story unfolded. Tim gets kidnapped and book 3 starts to write itself. I actually wrote book’s 2 and 3 together. Going from one to another as the mood sat.
 
The second thing I always hated was flashbacks. I’m not a fan of them in my books. I have never been a big one. Yeah I can deal but they irritate me, and so, for reasons I can only speculate afterwards, which I have, I was stuck with Tim and Colin separated and not being about to get to them for a whole day, which would have been a really boring story.
 
So there history came into light.
 
It’s one of those things you get when you put in established couples, I love writing about those, because I always second-guess myself, but that’s for another story
 
So we needed there past, and I think I did an okay job with it. I don’t think I’m any better than anyone else as I have esteem problems I’m trying to work on, but of a whole the story came out better than I would have hoped for.
 
And if you can’t see I’m more into the story itself, the characters… they aren’t talking to me anymore (I’m to stressed, lol) and so this is what you get, hope it’s enlightening

Wednesday 25 February 2015

From the Backlist #19

 
 
Heart’s Home by HB Pattskyn
First Published 16th of December 2011 by Dreampspinner Press
Historical, Paranormal Romantic Mystery
 
Outcast werewolf Alun Blaney is jaded, fearful of what could happen if even one human were to discover monsters are real. Police Constable James Heron is an idealistic young man convinced that love can overcome any differences. When they meet over the body of a woman murdered in the streets of 19th century London, they form an uneasy friendship.
 
As the murder investigation progresses, the attraction between them grows, but before they can see the case or their relationship through, there are obstacles to overcome. A sadistic pack leader is out to get Alun, a daemon has fallen in love with James, and James’s immediate supervisor is determined to pin the recent murders—and last year’s rash of Whitechapel homicides—on Alun.
 

Tuesday 24 February 2015

We are moving house!

Yeah, so I many have mentioned this before, a hand full of times, but this week is moving week. I will be paying bond today and signing the lease tomorrow afternoon (no one’s missing time off work – or at least much) and then we’ll be moving in, trying to get everything from our old house into our new one in a couple of hours, all the while fighting the sun.
 
Sigh.
 
So as you can probably tell, I’m trying not to stress while stressing, as well as frantically clearing the last place we are moving from, because we only have until Saturday to hand back the key.
 
But enough about this, who cares really, it’s just real life and all, lol
 
My heads been full of annoyance.
 
It’s actually a good kind of annoyance, one that I’m trying to figure out if it’s got ground or not, because at the end of the day, most of my ideas, tho I’d love to finish them, end up in the waste land of projects-to-be-finish.
 
I’ve been thinking about writing a serial series. Something short and easy, that all full of sex and fun.
 
I believe the idea has come from the fact that all I’m reading at this moments are those types of stories that I just want to jump in and write one.
 
On the other hand, I’d really like to write a teen story, you know one that’s full of magic and unbelievable horrors that always seems to land on this one person’s head.
 
Which brought me to the point of conning them.
 
But do people want to want to read that.
 
Do teens wanna read a short serial of books about unbelievable actions that happen and are taken care of in one short story
 
And then my head goes – wait a minute lady, you have 3 m-preg to finish, a short for a book to come out of you birthday. A November book to research and write. A dragon/gargoyle short to write and something for Christmas, not to mention you need to write you Valentine horror for next year and the co-author book with NJ to write and one with April to start organising
Plus that project you want to get ready for GRL, so when do you think this thought of writing short stories to publish will come in???
 
Then my heads like, well, I could scrap my idea of the birthday book, and I could write 4 or 6 of the serial series with one publishing a week through my birthday month (which is quite an idea, even if I say so myself) and then I can just write this short I want to write for something else. Or not at all, maybe push it off to next year (I really like the idea of this story, just so you know, but one of the characters scares the shit outta me, not because he’s scary but because he’s mega camp)
 
And with all this my m-preg (should start calling this by it’s title, as I’ve got them now) is screaming at me to write, just write, but I’m not there yet. I can’t sit and write anything. I don’t have the time, or I’m so utterly exhausted I can’t even move my fingers to get it all down.
 
But the characters are there, the story isn’t complete in my head, just giving me bits and piece, letting my see the confections the parts that need figuring out and that would probably have given me a lot of trouble if I was actually write it.
 
I’m scared of it tho, that I’m not going to get them right. that the story is going to turn stupid, and not at all how I want it.
 
But that being said, I’m glad there still there. I’m glad it’s still needing to be written, ‘cause it sucks to write something that’s not anything anymore
 
Anyway, that’s kinda what’s in my head is at the moment, I’ll be back next week with the freshness of being in a new house and a different kind of soreness as I start my exercise schedule. It’s all about keeping my head clear and getting my muscle mass back that I lost over 5 years ago, in the hope that it will stop my back from aching on cold days, and my lungs from crippling me if I shift the wrong way.

Saturday 21 February 2015

#MySexySaturday week 80



One Sexy Night is the theme this week. That one moment, the moon is bright, the night is crisp and the person you are meant to spend the rest of your life (night—we really aren’t picky) is standing there, just for you.

Mine is the first time Craig saw Phil for the first time, not completely sexy but it’s the moment that shot into my mind as soon I read this week’s theme and so…

 
It seemed to Craig that the change started really slow. One minute, he was looking at the squatted version of the beast, the next its body had become smaller, its fur reduced to nothing but smooth white skin. Dark hair sat messily around his head, its face becoming that of a human right along with his body.
Not knowing why, Craig started to look around, only realising what he was searching for when he found a cloth bag tied to one of the bottom branches of a small tree. It was a dirty green and tucked in close to the trunk so no one would see it. Getting up, he walked over to the bag and took it down off the tree, then pulled out a pair of sweats and an old white shirt.
Turning back around, he found himself facing the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Standing the same height as Craig, he was nothing but lean muscles on a solid body, one that wasn’t too thin, but wasn’t too thick, just a tight waist, decent width shoulders and thighs that—fuck me—his cock was the same as in beast form, a dryer pink thickness that jutted out of his body, making Craig swallow hard.
“Oh,” the man said, his voice a nice flowing tone that wasn’t too deep and wasn’t high. He was just average, and that was perfect. He cupped himself with both hands, making Craig smile as he looked up at the bright pink face that was somehow dark, delicate, and handsomely plain. His lips were a little thin, his nose slight, his eyes a deep blue, and his hair a flop of dark brown crazy on his head.
“Here,” Craig said as he handed the man his clothes.
“Thanks,” he replied, as he pulled on the sweats. “You’re my mate,” he seemed to spit out. The redness that reached his shoulders told Craig he hadn’t meant to say it.
Craig froze. Everything in him just stopped.

And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Friday 20 February 2015

April’s Interlude #5

 
Can You Ever Go Back Home?
 
My home town is a small and typical American small town. I looked up an aerial view of my home town on Google Earth once, just to see what Main Street looked like. From that Broad picture my town looked perfect. There are about a dozen shops on either side of Main Street and the Library just beyond them on one side of the street. Of course, I can pick out the library from space without a problem, believe me. I also was able to see how all the streets connect and how the cute little houses lined up. Even when you’re driving through town Main Street looks perfect. On the lamp posts they have little flags that represent the seasons. When football season is on the local high school football players each have their own little flags. What this broad view doesn’t show is where the drug houses are. Even if you don’t do drugs the average citizen who lives in my town knows where they are and who frequents those houses. We also know that the LGBT community is virtually non-existent and the small one that does existent is usually the center of most of the gossip. This was especially true for my character, Jaron McAllister, while he was growing up in Pickleville. There’s no such thing as anonymity in a small town.
 
The urge to leave and move to a bigger city to gain some sort of privacy is overwhelming, especially as a teenager which is when Jaron leaves. In a bigger city, getting lost in the crowd is easy and no one cares who you sleep with or what drugs you do. Meeting people in the LGBT community is much easier simply because there are more of us around and we can be quite diverse. This diversity tends to broaden a person’s perspective, allowing for less judgment and more acceptances of other people’s point-of-view.
 
The life experiences gained from branching out and expanding the world around a person are irreversible. Even when a person comes back to their small town to live permanently the experiences gained from interacting with different kinds of people will always broaden a person’s perspective on the world around them. Jaron finds out this is especially true for him as he makes a life for himself and his son. He also realizes that not everyone can be put in a neat little box based on where they live. He realizes that he has more friends in the LGBT community than he originally thought, but it is his own openness that allows him to make these friends in the first place.
 
 
All Jaron McAllister wanted to do was get out of the small town where he grew up. After being bullied all his life for being gay, that’s exactly what he does. He loses all contact with everyone in the town of Pickleville, including his emotionally distant mother and the only true friend he ever had.
 
When his best friend and mother of the child they share, get murdered he knows he must ask for help in the one place he thought he would never go back to. Coming back home isn’t easy and finding himself attracted to the town man-slut spells disaster. Travis Heath isn’t at all what his reputation suggests though.
 
Whispers of Home by April Kelley
(Pickeville #1)
Publishing on 15th of February 2015 by eXtasybooks
Contemporary Romance
 

Thursday 19 February 2015

Cover Reveal

Sorry that today you don’t get to learn about my characters, I am exhausted from backing and cleaning up my house ready for the movie that none or my characters are talking to me. None of them are… anywhere or at least I can’t think coherently – so I thought you guys might like to see the next cover in the Moonlit Wolves series

 

The rest of the series -  they are so pretty all together, aren’t they?!


Wednesday 18 February 2015

From the Backlist #17

 
 
Levi by Bailey Bradford
(Leopard’s Spots #1)
First Published 20th of February 2012 by totally bound
Paranormal Romance
 
A run through the woods turned anything but typical when Levi found the one thing he never expected to find-his mate.
 
After a week spent in family reunion hell, Levi Travis is more than ready for a little break. But who knew shifting into a snow leopard and loping around in the woods could turn into such a steamy event?
 
When Levi encounters a cougar shifter in the woods, the attraction is so hot it threatens to shoot off sparks. Levi has fantasised about having a stronger man than him want him, and he’s sure the cougar is just such a man. Which is why Levi lets himself get caught, and the intensity of their mating is only equaled by Levi’s confusion when the man shifts back into a cougar then turns tail and runs.
 
Lyndon Hines has been running for months. Hunted, taunted, he didn’t know what else to do-until he met a man who made him realise that some things were worth fighting for. Two shifters, each a different breed, neither knowing much about their heritage, Levi and Lyndon come together and find the strength to take on the mad man who is out to end Lyndon’s life.
 
Reader Advisory: This book is part of a series but can be read as a stand alone.
 
 
Other in the series
Oscar, Timothy, Isiah, Gilbert, Esau, Sullivan, Wesley, Nischal, Justice, Sabin, Cliff

Tuesday 17 February 2015

Utterly & Completely Exhausted

I’m nearly finished packing, and I think it’s only been a week – has it been a week, 2?? I can’t tell anymore, all I know is that yesterday my mum and I cleaned the kitchen and I’m feeling it. My body doesn’t want to move anymore. I’ve irritated sore spots on my body I’d rather not have, and I don’t have the time to let them rest. Nope, gotta move onto the next room.
 
Saying this I have a week (hopefully, we are getting dicked around a bit, might be two) to get the rest of the house cleaned up, and the most I have to do is the kid’s room (pick and sort toys they didn’t think they’d want, please…). the bathroom, the walls and the floors and we are set to hand the keys in.
 
At the end of the day I’m exhausted I just want to crawl into bed and sleep, only my mind doesn’t. it’s awake rambling at all the things I still need to do inside the house.
 
That I need to write, yap yap yapping ideas inside my head, wanting me to write it out, Needing me to finish this story up so that the world can read it.
 
I need to BETA read April Kelley’s Pickleville #5 – honest there’s not want, or anything like that I need to have this effing book inside my head. I… I… honestly it just needs to be read, and it needs to happen now!!!
 
Only I’m exhausted, just sitting here writing this out if killing my arms and back.
 
But the plan on today is to get some rest, sit comfortably on the lounge with my laptop and the book I mentioned above and read. Then that avo I’ll get into the kids room and clean it up, get that settled, and organised, because when Wed rolls around I’m either going to be in the bathroom or getting my gloves on and starting the walls.
 
So that’s me, it’s all I can write up for now, it’s all the thought inside my head – well that’s not true, but let’s face it you really don’t want to understand the mess my head is at, at the moment.
 
So what are you guys up to??

Monday 16 February 2015

Love is Love – The End


Kody’s bedroom window was two stories up. Both boys stood, a little awkward, a little lost as they watched each other, shifting feet and goodbyes running around them.
They’d been out for a couple of hours, strolling the streets, hanging with their mates in the park, drinking, smoking, the usual, really, and like always they’d end up in the narrow walk way of the two apartment blocks. One housing Kody, the other him, though unlike his mate, he could just walk through the front door, he’d be surprised if his parents were even home.
“’Nite, than,” Kody said, his legs bracing himself for the short leap he’d take before climbing up the walls and through his open window.
“Night,” I sighed, hating the fact that I’d have to go home, alone.
Just as his feet were around my shoulders, Kody leant in, I opened my mouth wondering what he wanted, but before words came out lips hit mine.
Shutting me up instantly, I froze for a nanosecond before leaning into the kiss. I wasn’t sure who added tongue first but suddenly they invaded each other’s mouths.
Then it was gone, Kody pulled back, I settled onto my heels, both of us watching what the other would think, even if it was clear we’d both been in it together.
“Right then,” Kody smiled, “C-ya tomorrow.”
“Right, tomorrow,” I said lamely as I watched Kody scale the wall and disappear into his window, only then did I allow my fingers to poke at my lips, remember the feeling, lingering in the glow.
Right. Huh. Awesome.
I pulled myself together and went home.

Photos are not mine and will be
 taken down at the end of the hop

 
I hope you enjoyed my hop week, as well as everyone else who put up something for the event.
hope to see you all next time
 

Sunday 15 February 2015

Read This Week #128

The deal with all those books I’ve read this week
 

Love is Love – Day 7


 “The happiest I ever felt was in your arms.
The first time I met you time stood still, and though we have moved through it, I have never felt as if we’d aged a day. Though years have come and gone, it feels as if only yesterday you smiled at me that first time, that time I fell in love.
The love I felt was sudden and sharp and it hasn’t faded on since.
This is forever and I hope the years to come are just as fun and carefree as the years behind us, because together we can get through anything. Together we will.”

Photos are not mine and will be
 taken down at the end of the hop

 
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE

Saturday 14 February 2015

Love is Love – Day 6 & #MySexySaturday week 79


week 79 is all about A Sexy Valentine, which is natural in all lights, and I thought... well, it's kinda an afterthought and if I'd thought about it I'd have put up a different one for today's prompt. but this is what it is, if you'd like to read a different type of sexy please feel free to click on some links, you have 6 days from the Love is Love hop to choose from.
 
so to celebrate both events, here's the prompt for today



Tears sparkled in John’s eyes as he looked at his child in his arms, and then other at his husband.  Their newborns, both perfect, beautiful, and the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“You’re spilling emotions all over our son,” Brad chuckled, it was his own emotional spill over. Happiness radiating from both of them, pulling them tighter together, and what would allow them to stay sane as they navigated parenthood.
“Come here and give us a kiss before we pay a shit tone of money to have our embarrassment framed for eternity.”
Their lips touched and the camera flashed, maybe it would make an even better photo then they could have dreamed.

Photos are not mine and will be
 taken down at the end of the hop

 

Friday 13 February 2015

April’s Interlude #4



welcome to the line up for April's book release hop, starting the day after her first book is released. and as you can probably imagine she's all sorts of excited

Parker Williams
Inked Rainbow Reads
Molly Lolly
Love Bytes
Wake Up Your Wild Side
BFD Book Blog
MM Good Book Reviews
Bayou Book Junkie
Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews
Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
Elisa - My Reviews and Ramblings
Fallen Angel Reviews
Decadent Delights
Cate Ashwood
The Hat Party
Michael Mandrake
Velvet Panic

hope you have check them out, I'm so looking forward to this book coming out and hearing what you guys think