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Selena Note: I loved this book when it first came out. Belinda is re-releasing this book with Loose-Id, revised and extended. If you haven’t picked it up yet snap up your copy today!
There are three things that Dr. Briony Theale loves. Her job as a veterinarian, a good bar of rich, dark chocolate, and Rico, the ranger in charge of the Wildlife Rescue center. When a casual dinner with Rico turns surprisingly intimate, Briony realizes that she might just have a chance with him after all, if only she could lose a few pounds. It’s the ultimate sacrifice, but Briony goes cold turkey, and swears off chocolate forever.
Rico Montgomery fell hard for Briony the first time he set eyes on the curvy little doctor. Her rich brown hair and cocoa skin trigger cravings that he can barely control, and her fragrance is like the sweetest, richest chocolate he’s ever scented in his life. That’s a bad thing for Rico, because to a werewolf like him, chocolate is literally a toxin.
After his pack warns him off the very human doctor, Rico finds himself even more drawn to Briony.
Rico can’t live with it, and Briony can’t live without it. And when a certain wandering wolf finds a bag of chocolate in the trash near Briony’s clinic, these two will find out just how toxic love can be.
This is a substantially expanded and revised version of the short story Sex and Chocolate: Toxic which was previously published.
“Why’d you decide to be a vet?” He sucked a bit of sauce from his knuckle, noting how her eyes followed the movement.
“I just love animals, and they seem to like me back. I’m good at science, so it seemed to be the right field for me. And I do love it.” She finished her second piece, and this time he let it go. He’d send her home with leftovers. “How did you become a ranger?”
“Oh, I love animals, and I seem to be pretty good at science…” The corners of her eyes crinkled in laughter. “I’m a biologist, and most of what I do is in the field. So while I’m assigned to Rescue, I’m also in charge of monitoring raptors in this region. It ties in closely to what we do here. Luckily I have a good volunteer coordinator, because sometimes I spend days up in the mountains. Can’t think of a better job.”
She nodded, and he could sense she was getting ready to leave. Quickly he began gathering the leftovers and plates. “Dessert? I have ice cream.” He peeked into the freezer and pulled out a carton. “It’s that type with three flavors.”
“Neapolitan!” She laughed and rose to help him clean up. “Okay, but just a little. I’ll take a scoop from the chocolate side.”
They ate while standing. Rico leaned against the sink, letting the cool taste of strawberry melt over his tongue. He’d rather have chocolate, but that would be a bad idea. A very bad idea.
Briony clearly savored the flavors as she ate. “When I was a kid, my mom would buy this kind of ice cream. My little brother would eat the strawberry, and I’d eat the chocolate.”
“Leaving the vanilla behind.”
“Mom would get so mad!”
“Well, I can have the vanilla and the strawberry, but I have to leave the chocolate alone.”
“Don’t you like chocolate? I can’t imagine anyone not liking chocolate.”
He smiled at her expression of sympathy. “I love chocolate, but it doesn’t like me. It makes me a bit sick.”
“Wow. I can’t imagine…” She stared down at her bowl, dragging her spoon through the melted remains of the ice cream.
“There’s one way I can have chocolate.”
She looked at him, tilting her head just a bit. “How?”
“Like this.” Rico bent down and kissed her lightly, letting the tip of his tongue catch the flavor from her parted lips. He moved back slightly and smiled at her surprised expression. “Was that okay?”
She blinked and cleared her throat a little. The warm scent of chocolate filled the air, and Rico’s body responded, going hard and tight with need. “Uh…yeah… Yes.”
Taking that as permission, he rested the tips of his fingers on her cheek, knowing they were chilled from the ice cream bowl. Her eyes fluttered closed, her dark lashes making a crescent against the curve of her cheek. Slowly he kissed her again, drawing it out this time. He ran his fingers into the silky curls of her hair, then supported the back of her head as he took the kiss deeper. He tasted her, absorbing the essence of chocolate from her mouth, from her very skin. He shivered at the sensations that raced through his body.
Rico knew exactly when to break the kiss. “Nice,” he whispered in her ear, then stood up straight so she could move away. He trailed his fingers from her hair over her ear and down to her jaw. Her skin was fine and soft. “You taste so sweet. Chocolate kisses.”
He was about to kiss her again when she blinked and straightened. “Chocolate… Oh! I really need to leave.”
Rico stifled his disappointment, taking the bowl she still held.
“I’m sorry. I really do need to go. My night help can’t stay long, and I’ve got a dog in for chocolate toxicosis. I’ll need to stay at the clinic tonight.”
Rico turned to the sink, not liking that idea at all. He’d had girlfriends, some serious, but this protective streak surprised him. It took him a moment to regain control of his voice. “Will you be safe there alone?” He watched her reflection in the little window over the counter.
She laughed, and he was stunned by the dimples and the sudden spark of humor in her brown eyes. “Perfectly safe. I’ve got excellent security plus a nice overnight room for the weekend staff. In fact, when I first moved to town, I lived in the clinic until I found my house.”
He turned and leaned against the sink. “Just how good is your security?” He lifted a brow. He wasn’t an expert but knew people who were. The average security installation was little more than an illusion of safety.
“It’s the best.” She smiled up at him. “Designed by my own mother.”
“Seriously. That’s what she does for a living; she’s a security consultant. Former military.”
Well, that didn’t mean much either as far as Rico was concerned. Somehow he’d wrangle Kurt and Ethan into checking the place out. For tonight, though, he’d make certain she was safe.
He sighed, following as she gathered her things. “Okay, Bree, but if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call. Any time.”
“Oh, I couldn’t trouble you, Rico!”
“No trouble. Honest.” He grinned. “If the big bad wolf comes knocking at the door, I’m the man to call!”
She laughed in delight. “There aren’t any wolves in California! You told me that months ago.”
“You’re right. There aren’t any wolves in California. At least, not the four-legged kind. Not yet.”
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I’m so happy to be here at my friend Selena’s today celebrating the release of Beach Balls, my new MM contemporary novella that comes out today from Etopia Press. It’s appropriate that I should be here because Selena is the cause of it all!
In February 2011, Selena sent me an email and asked if I would like to contribute a novella to an anthology coming up from Etopia called Beach Bums. To get me interested, she sent me some inspiration — an Aussie Bums commercial with hot Australian guys running on the beach in skimpy swim trunks! After I pulled my tongue back in my mouth, I hunted for the keys to type “Yes! I’ll do anything! Just keep sending me inspiration.” Then she sprang the news. I had 30 days to write the book. Yikes. But I was honored by her faith in me. I had only published one book at the time and had the second under contract so she was taking a chance on a new writer.
I worked diligently for my 30 days and produced the novella called Volley Balls. Of course, two of my heroes are from Australia staying true to Se’s inspiration. The book was well received and I was a happy camper. But there was a minor character in Volley Balls named Rodney who was crying out for a book of his own. So at the end of 2011, I started writing another book in the series called Fire Balls. This book which came out in February of 2012 really struck a chord in people. The combination of the hunky, conservative firefighter and the flamboyant, feisty artist became the number one bestselling gay romance on Amazon and ARe.
At that point, Etopia suggested that if I wrote a third book it could become a series of its own. The Balls to the Wall Series was born and I had the story I was anxious to tell. I wanted an enemies-to-lovers tale about a developer and an environmentalist who meet underwater where they can’t see that they are natural enemies. This is the premise of Beach Balls.
Today I am writing my 12th book and thinking up yet another story for the Balls to the Wall Series. None of it would have happened without Selena. Se inspires me every day. And I can’t say thank you enough.
Before you go, would you like a chance to win a $10 gift card? Just leave a comment here WITH YOUR EMAIL. The drawing for the winner will be held on June 9th. And if you’d like a chance to win a Volley Balls or Fire Balls T-shirt or a Fire Balls carry bag, be one of three people to follow the most blogs and events on the blog tour. The tour is only one week so it’s easy to visit all the blogs. Everyone who follows any events will be eligible to win. If you are one of the top three, you get a book. Or if there are more than three who attend everything, we’ll have a drawing. All the events are listed at Beautiful Boys Books along with extra chances to win prizes. Come on over.
Excerpt R: Beach Balls by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary
Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.
Sky sank down on the sand beside the biggest rock. He scooted to the far side, which would make him invisible to anyone down the beach by the restaurant. He patted the sand beside him.
Adam sat, and Sky put an arm around him, pulling him close. Man, this was new territory. Adam took a deep breath.
“Is this uncomfortable for you?”
“No, just different.”
“Because you don’t go with guys in public?”
“Yeah. And when I am with them I usually top, so I take the lead.”
“Oh, sorry.” Sky started to withdraw.
Adam grabbed his hand. “No I wasn’t complaining. Just explaining.”
Sky tightened his arm. “You like this?”
“Yeah. I do.” Adam wasn’t lying. The man was angel-faced and almost girlie with his halo of curls, but he sure knew how to be a man.
The roar of the ocean and yammering of the seagulls almost overpowered the sound of his heart in his ears. This was so d nice. Adam pressed closer and fit his head into the hollow below Sky’s collarbone. It was odd feeling…almost cared for.. That wasn’t a feeling he ever got. No one took care of Adam but Adam. Still, Sky felt good—warm and even a little safe, which was bizarre since he was threatening Adam’s carefully manufactured identity.
Sky palmed Adam’s cheek then coaxed his face up. Adam looked into the blue eyes as Sky’s lips gently touched his. He nuzzled, then nipped, followed by a broad tongue lick full on the mouth. Adam laughed but he had to admit it sounded a lot like a giggle. He buried a hand in Sky’s curls and pulled his head tight, tasting minty toothpaste and pure goodness.
Adam twisted so they faced each other and wrapped his other arm tightly around Sky’s waist, pulling him close. Sky’s tongue was deep and marauding, hot and wet. Adam’s cock sprang to attention like a marine on parade. Years seem to have passed since they’d last fucked. Sky was a heady drug, and Adam was rapidly becoming an addict.
Sky’s tongue pressed deep inside. Somebody moaned, Adam wasn’t sure who, but he wanted more. He rose up on his knees and threw one leg across Sky’s lap, settled his butt, and leaned forward so their cocks pressed hard. Sweet Jesus, that felt good. He rode against Sky’s cock, and every thrust sent fire shooting through his balls.
Sky threw his head back. “Holy crap.”
What was he doing? Adam looked over his shoulder. No one was coming. Still, he should stop. But he couldn’t make his hips quit grinding against Sky’s cock.
Sky’s arms came around him. “You didn’t tell me you got rich doing lap dances, buddy.” His breath came so hard he could barely talk, and his hips pushed up rhythmically.. “Hell, I’d pay a million bucks for you.”
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Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote published in January of 2011. Then she capped off the year by being voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011! A very good year. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.
So today is about your favourite BDSM stories you’ve read. Even the fetish stories. We want to know! And to get us started, we have a lovely tell all by Melinda Barron. She writes some uncommonly good erotic BDSM and stories with BDSM flavour that get people thinking about kink! So, come on in and join the fun! Everyone who has been participating- authors and readers alike are in a for a tarot reading from Mistress Cyn. (Yes, it’s a thing I do on the side for fun and for friends!) Now onto Melinda’s tale… or is that tail? *grins* Read the rest of this entry »
When Selena and I were putting together BDSM week, the first person we knew we’d invite is someone we’re both very close to. In fact, it wouldn’t be BDSM week to either of us unless Lena Austin was here too. For us, she’s both our Mistress and our mentor in all things erotic. For me personally, she’s the one person who really helped me to free my inner BDSM authorship and bring it out last year. Without her, I’d not be who I am now. So, it’s with great pleasure and humility that I have her present today’s topic- dealing with bad research in BDSM books and more. I could think of anyone else who could make this topic both amusing and truly insightful. Thank you, Mistress Lena for doing this for us. Read the rest of this entry »
Okay, I have to admit, Selena and I squealed like little girls when Nicole Austin said she’d do a post for us. Worse, we were rambling like we had a lot of caffeine and sugar at the same time. What’s great about today’s feature, we’re continuing the talk on fantasies, specifically how to bring the fantasy to life in a book. What Nicole’s giving us is a look into one of her fantastic books, Tempestuous. So come on in, sit down and let’s get a look into the mind of the wonderful, Nicole Austin! Read the rest of this entry »
Today’s topic is all about fetish. I actually am very glad that Tilly has taken on this topic. Many people associate BDSM with everything fetish when it’s not necessarily the case. Even better, she does a fantastic job discussing the topic where I kind of fumble around it. I’m so grateful for her being here to do this for me. Thank you from the bottom of my black leather knee high boots! Now let’s get to Tilly’s wonderful article, “I Don’t have a Fetish!” Read the rest of this entry »
Mistress Cynnara Tregarth here! I’m taking over Selena’s blog this week to talk about BDSM. Okay, granted that Selena practically begged me to do a week about BDSM and I agreed…*looks at Selena* What? *sigh* Okay, basically, Selena is going away to AAD (Authors After Dark) conference and has lovingly left her blog in my care- on the condition we talk BDSM. Read the rest of this entry »