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Some Awesome News!

DragonUgly_bySelenaIllyria_200x300I guess I can let the cat of the bag. Brent from Dragon Ugly was nominated for ARe’s Ultimate Shifter ChallengeAs Alpha as it Gets“. The Challenge starts August 1st and ends August 30th, and will feature 32 of the hottest shifters around. More details to come. Congrats to all the nominees.
Oh a personal note, I’m truly honored by this nomination.
Se

Dragon Ugly is a Bestseller!

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Holy Crackers, readers (and yes I said Holy Crackers), you’ve made Dragon Ugly a Bestseller on All Romance eBooks. It stared off at 44 and has climbed to 33! Thank You so much! I’m overwhelmed with emotion. I can only say Thank You. You all are awesome and you’re making my Birthday Month even better than I could’ve imagined. So here’s a peek at what you’ve been supporting and if you haven’t picked up the book yet, here’s a sneaky peek:

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ARe Bestseller!

 

Series: Dragon New Year, Book 2

Title: Dragon Ugly

Excerpt Title: Brent wants a Mate

ISBN #: 9781939194473

Blurb:

Can a dragon shifter give more than just hot sex?

After Brent’s New Year’s fling with his friends Fletcher and Tor—and Tor’s mate Louisa—Brent is determined to find his own mate. His dragon wants him to find their mate, too, and if Brent doesn’t find a way to locate her soon, his dragon will take matters into his own talons. And that could spell trouble.

Wolf shifter Carissa has no desire to live up to her wild musician mother and artistic father’s vision of free love and sex parties. She’s buried her sexual desires and focused on building up her aromatherapy store, Scentify, no distractions allowed. Until she meets Brent. The sexy dragon shifter makes her burn with suppressed need. The only problem? His dragon wants Carissa, too. And pursuing the dominant dragon would be playing with fire.

Giving in to his dragon saps Brent of his focus and energy. Things are turning ugly—dragon ugly. How can he bond with his mate when his dragon only wants sex?

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Excerpt:

With a grin, he dove into the ice-cold water and felt the pleasant shock reverberate through his body. After a length underneath, his lungs began to burn from a need for oxygen. He swam up to the surface, taking in a lungful of sweet air. The dragon exhaled a cold breath, chilling his body further as the beast settled into its element.

The sun wasn’t high in the sky yet and there was no movement on the streets. The tourists had been living it up ever since they had arrived. Brent couldn’t keep up with all the events that were planned around town, and he didn’t even want to. There were beautiful women everywhere he looked, as if it were ladies night all the time. It was enough to put a smile on the lips of any man. But it just made Brent feel tired.

Now that he had adjusted to the water temperature, heat surged through Brent’s body, and he felt the dragon pushing him to shift. He dove under the surface again, as gills split along his neck in searing stripes of pain. Webs glued his fingers and toes together by thin membranes. He opened his eyes and took in the dark blue tiles and the bright white flooring of the pool. Oxygen flooded his lungs. He breathed in the chilly water and blew out bubbles. Flipping onto his back he gazed up at the shifting surface of the water. Beyond, the world moved in and out of focus. He saw a flock of birds fly overhead and the plants waving to and fro around the pool. Sounds were dampened under the water. It was peaceful.

He tried to let go of the tension and the stress that had been filling him lately, but it seemed that his dragon had something on its mind.

“When will we find our mate?” The dragon’s question surprised him. It whispered through his mind like scales brushing against the inside of his skull. He hadn’t even realized that his dragon had been looking for a mate.

“Are you looking for someone for now or forever?” he asked. The answer was important. He had to be sure this was what the dragon really wanted.

“Not temporary,” it whispered. “Always.”

Brent felt relief sweep through him. So that was it! But the relief was quickly followed by worry. They were still young in human years, not even twenty-five yet. He had a job, but he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to continue working at the Dragon’s Lair. His future seemed up in the air.

He tried to push away these thoughts and focus on what the dragon wanted: a mate. He thought of Tor and Louisa. Once they’d been mated at New Year, they had seemed to exist in their own little world, so cozy and close. Tor stayed over at her place practically every night unless she needed some alone time. A pang of envy burst in Brent’s stomach.

The more he thought about the idea of a mate, the more it appealed to him. Part of him wanted someone for himself. He wouldn’t be opposed to sharing with his friends from time-to-time, but when all was said and done, she would be all his. But another part of him was scared. What if there wasn’t anyone for them? What if she wasn’t out there? What would he do then? How would his dragon react to that? It had happened before—dragons searching the world over and not finding anyone. It was a sad and pitiful existence. Some thought it was punishment for past deeds, but Brent didn’t like to think that. Not even the coldest bastard deserved to be alone. Brent suddenly yearned to experience that first blush of love and contentment, to feel what it would be like to love and have that love returned.

“When?” The dragon pressed.

“I don’t know,” he told it. How should he go about finding her? A dragon matchmaker? A witch? Or should he rely on pure luck and fate?

“She’s here, in town,” the dragon pressed. “I can feel her.”

Brent almost changed back to his human form from shock. He hadn’t felt anything unusual, but then again his senses had been bombarded by so many things as of late. The fact that the dragon had been keeping this from him sent a wave of scalding heat through his body. The dragon had watched him fumble through one encounter after another, each less satisfying than the last. Why hadn’t it just told him it wanted a mate? “What do you mean?”

The dragon hissed out a cool stream of mist, interrupting his thoughts and pulling his focus back to the beast. “You must clear your senses. Use mine.”

Brent didn’t know how to open himself up to the dragon without undergoing a full shift. He felt his frustration mounting. The ability to share senses was supposed to be fluid and effortless, and yet it seemed to be all or nothing with his dragon.

“Stop. Let it go and relax. Think about our mate,” the dragon urged.

“Easy for you to say,” Brent muttered. How was he supposed to do that if he didn’t know anything about his mate?

He floated up to the surface and closed his eyes, letting the gentle lapping of the water center him. His limbs went limp and he sank down again, letting the soothing waters envelop him. Brent tried to picture his ideal woman, or at least an outline of her. A woman with curves, and a healthy appetite. A woman who was intelligent, strong, capable, independent, and full of respect for herself. Just thinking on those qualities made Brent’s heart ache. His frustration with his life grew as he thought of all that he yearned for. He missed having someone to spend time with, to cuddle with. He missed the basic human contact and comfort that he could find in a relationship. He wanted to be able to wake up with someone, make them breakfast, go out on dates, and spend the evenings talking about their days.

“Yes,” the dragon hissed. “Think on that.”

Brent’s body became buoyant, and once again he floated with ease.

Now he tells me, Brent thought. In his mind’s eye he could see the faint hint of clear, chocolate-brown skin, and light brown eyes. A cool breeze drifted over him, raising goose bumps. He inhaled deeply. The scent of the forest wafted past his nose. They were nowhere near the woods. With another pull of air, he got the scent of a million different perfumes, some herbal, some floral, and some spicy. Heat churned in his gut as his balls hardened. Arousal traced a fiery path along his spine. Shock reverberated through his system at the sudden onslaught of pure, unadulterated need. It had been a long time since he’d had a taste of real, honest-to-gods desire, and he didn’t even know who it was that his body wanted.

He tried to sense something of her personality beyond her multitude of scents. The imaginary woman imbued him with warmth and comfort, a coziness with the spice of sexual excitement that only increased his need for her. He felt his cock thicken, filling with blood as his body temperature spiked. Brent tried to push past the feeling and concentrate on locating the woman. It was one thing for the sexual chemistry to be there, but to be able to stay with someone, he would need to forge a real connection to her. With a mental shove, he tried to open himself up to her more, get more of a feel for who she was.

He hit a wall, hard, and bounced back. All sense of her vanished and the outline of her image wavered, then disappeared. He pushed again, trying to seek out that thread that connected them. He gritted his teeth as he tried to force himself past the wall. Brent pictured his energy like a large wave of water as it crashed against the solidity of her barriers again and again. He tried to reform the water’s shape to something sharper, like a sword or icicle, but again he was blocked.

Confusion turned to anger and determination. I’m going to get to you, he thought. You will be mine.

 

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Another Small Update

Another small update. I’ve requested and received the rights back to my books Hades Helmet Crew: Carnevale and Mating Fever. The latter book was part of the charity antho Firestorm. I’ll be looking over Mating Fever and deciding if I want to lengthen it or re-releasing it as is.

Please bear with me during this process and thank you for all your support. More news to come.

Also, I’ve just signed a contract with Etopia Press for a Halloween Quickie set in the Dragon New Year World. The story is called Dragons at Samhain. I’m so excited.

 

Se

Food Fun from a Non-Foodie by Tara Lain

Food Fun from a Non-Foodie

I’m delighted to be here with Se celebrating the release of my new novel, Genetic Celebrity. This book is a MMF ménage that takes place in the world of supermodels, and it also includes a ton of food porn. Now this is ironic, because, unlike Se, I am not a foodie. In fact, I’m the direct opposite. For the most part, food is only interesting to me as an opportunity for socializing and conversation. I love breakfast because I really like eggs. But beyond that, I get excited over a Starbucks chai latte.

My favorite non-foodie story harkens back to when I was in my early 20s. I had a great apartment just outside Washington, D.C. My mom came to visit me for the weekend and arrived while I was still at work. She thought she’d surprise me by cooking dinner. My apartment had a nice kitchen. She let herself into the apartment, opened my refrigerator and found a bottle of champagne, a jar of mustard, and an orchid. Needless to say, she had some shopping to do. During that same period, I had some friends come to visit me from Germany. I wanted to cook fried chicken. I had to call my mother to ask for every step of the process. And I had to go out and buy the ingredients — including the salt and pepper.

I’m a little better now. I even had a short gourmet cook period in my life. But I know a lot about food, having been surrounded by great cooks, and I called upon their spirits in writing Genetic Celebrity. In the story, my hero Tommy Riley is an amateur gourmet cook. Even though he’s been attracted to men most of his life, he has a mad passion for an older, gorgeous female modeling agent. But she only seems to love him for his food. The his boss brings home a beautiful, androgynous street kid who he wants to turn into a supermodel. Tommy is attracted to him too. Yep, it’s a ménage with Food Porn!!  To get into their passions for food, I drew on the things I know and love — whipped cream, strawberries, and, of course, champagne. What foods do you consider sexy?

Would you like a chance to win a $10 GC?  Leave a comment here WITH YOUR EMAIL. Want a chance to win 2 $10 GCs? Come over to Beautiful Boys Books and leave a comment with your email and do a few more steps.  You’ll be entered in TWO drawings. You can also win some fun SWAG. All the instructions for how to do that are at Beautiful Boys Books. But first, leave a comment here with your email. Thank you again, Se, for being my food inspiration–and for having me on the blog today.

 

Excerp ADULT: Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food!

Available at Loose Id  Amazon

 

Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?

What an embarrassing few hours. All the kid had to do was raise an eyebrow, and Tommy’s cock stood up and said howdy. He’d spent three hours with Booky and two hours with Shay, and he felt like his damned penis had been doing jumping jacks, warming up, but it never got to play in the big game. It was bouncing around, yelling, “Put me in, coach.” He chuckled. Maybe the problem was his biggest athletic achievement had been in chess. And right now he needed an attack on his queen. He rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out his lube.

A quick squirt. He reached down and pulled the pajama bottoms below his half-hard cock. Just thinking about that guy lying across the hall in the guest bed was turning him on. He sighed, rubbed the lube on his hands, then stopped. What did this all mean? As a young kid he’d shown all the usual interest in little girls, talking them into pulling down their panties and all that. Then in high school he’d discovered guys, but the girl thing never really went away. Which had been good because he could date girls and have sex even while he was lusting after the only guy in the tournament who could beat him in chess.

He’d had the biggest hard-on for Damien. Then on the day that Tommy had finally beaten him with a kingside strategy, Damien had pulled him into a stall in the men’s room and kissed him. Je-sus. Tommy ripped the guy’s pants off and had his big cock in Damien’s ass before he could cry surrender. They’d fucked desperately for fear somebody was going to come into the bathroom. At one point someone had come through the door, and Damien had jumped up on the toilet so no one could see his feet. Tommy stood there sucking Damien’s cock quietly while the visitor peed outside in the urinal. Jeez, that had been fun. Of course, later they’d been discovered by his father while making out in Tommy’s bedroom. Talk about shit hitting fans.

This was the wrong time to think about that. He reached for his cock and paused. Damn, he should call Booky before it got any later and get her over here tomorrow. He looked at his lube-covered hand, then reached for the phone with his dry one. No reason to waste time or lube. He hit the speed dial with his thumb.

He heard the ringing. “Hey, Tommy. What’s up, baby?”

That husky voice vibrated through his ear and dived straight to his cock. He grabbed the dick as it stretched. “Hi, Book. Uh, can you come over tomorrow?” Oh yes, just one little squeeze.

“Sure, what’s going on?”

“Ummm, Roan has a special project for you.” He clicked on to speaker so he could use both hands.

One hand after the other with a twist at the top the way he liked.

“Oh, that’s great.” She sounded happy. His balls liked that. “What’s the project?”

“It’s, uh, uh, kind of a surprise.” Stroke, stroke.

“I love surprises.” He’d like to surprise her. “But come on, bubala, give me a hint.”

“No hints.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

“Tommy Riley, don’t be mean. Tell me.” Oh God, that voice. He pictured the lips the voice was coming from. Had to control his panting.

“No, no, can’t tell. Sorry, Book, have to go. I…uh, have something in the oven.”

“At this hour?”

“Yeah, and it’s getting too hot.”

“Okay, what time shall I come?”

“Come? Oh yes, come. Come at nine thirty for breakfast. Come. Okay?”

“Okay.” She sounded suspicious.

“See you tomorrow.” Stroke, stroke. He clicked off, threw the phone on the bed, rose up on his knees, and got serious. While he was at it, he might as well get off on some more fantasies.

Imagine fucking Shay Shaleen. Those long legs stretched over his pretty head, Tommy hammering his ass. Yesss. And shoving his big, thick dick into Booky. Making her scream his name over and over. Oh, that was so good. Into Shay. Into Booky. Shay. Booky. Fucking them both. Wow. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She-it! Spunk shot out of his dick and landed on the top of the sheets while flashes of heat seared through his balls and into his head.

“Jeez. Yes!” He gasped and took deep breaths. His muscles relaxed. He’d clean the sheets tomorrow. Sleep now. Shay and Booky. I wish.

 

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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”.

Writing the Ménage: A Special Dynamic by Tara Lain

Genetic Attraction is my first novel (although I’ve been writing nonfiction for many years). I decided to write it when I discovered erotic romance and loved the genre so much, I thought “I could write one of these books.” But Genetic Attraction didn’t start out to be a ménage a trois. When I first conceived the plot, I expected it to be an older woman/younger man romance, but then one day I ordered a book by Jet Mykles called Heaven. It was my first male/male romance and I was hooked! I had to add another man to my book.

Fortunately, ignorance is bliss. I didn’t know that writing a ménage is hard, so I just plunged in. Since this first novel, I’ve written three other books and two of them are ménages:– one is m/m/f and one is m/m/m/. I guess I really like this dynamic. Here’s what I’m learning:

  • Love between three people can be just as sweet and intense and passionate as between two– at least in romance novels! The real-life dynamics of a ménage are probably very tricky, but virtually everyone has harbored in their heart at sometime the thought that maybe, just maybe, they could love two people. Ménage stories play into this fantasy.
  • Ménages make interesting plots. Simple, you have three people to play with, to make interact with each other, to provide richness and detail to your story. In Genetic Attraction, two of my lead characters are scientists and one is a supermodel. As readers, we get to see scenes played out in their different worlds- in the lab, at photo shoots, at a faculty party.
  • Pronouns can be killers! Writing male/male stories is a unique challenge since both characters are called “he”, so you have to find ways to differentiate them without using their names constantly, and without being confusing. Now, add another man to the mix as I’m doing in my current work-in-progress, a m/m/m ménage. Yikes. It takes some creativity and very deep point-of-view for each character.
  • Sex between three people needs careful thought. The reader needs to know where each character is and what they’re doing. No one can be left out, so we need to see reactions from each character as well as actions.
  • But, oh, it’s soooo much fun. A ménage is fun to read and it’s fun to write. So many yummy things can be done simultaneously when you have three people. Just use your imagination. That’s what I did. : )

I want to thank Selena for being such a gracious host and for all her incredible help and support to this new author. And huge hugs to all the readers who have been sending me messages on e-mail and Twitter and in blog posts saying how much they enjoy the book and the excerpts. It makes me cry, guys. So tell me, what kind of romantic pairings or multiples do you most enjoy? You’ve got a bunch or writers listening who will be happy to give them to you!? : )


Genetic Attraction OUT NOW, at Loose-Id!

Blurb:

At a conservative Long Island University, renowned researcher, Dr. Emmaline Silvay, has two great loves– her life-saving work, and her younger research partner, Jake Martin. The romantic love is impossible. She’s his boss and he lives with his girlfriend. The the “girlfriend” is actually a boyfriend, the beautiful and infamous supermodel, Roan Black.

Resigned to a platonic relationship, Em accepts a weekend invitation to their home, but the men have a menage on their minds. She can’t resist, doesn’t even want to. But their intentions go far beyond passion. They want her to “be a part of them”. Their three-way love defies propriety and the standards of the University that funds their work. The supermodel’s fame makes secrecy impossible. Their ménage threatens to crumble all she’s worked for. What will give way to make room for genetic attraction?

Buy Link:

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Excerpt:

“Em?”

Yikes! Damn, he got her again. The lab staff teased her for getting so absorbed in her work an ax murderer could sneak up on her.

She looked up from her computer at her favorite tall, blond ax murderer, a.k.a. research associate. The blue, blue eyes behind the Clark Kent wire rims sparkled with humor.

He chuckled. “Sorry, I tried to make a lot of noise opening your door.”

She sighed and pushed away from the big wooden desk that crowded her small office. Oh yeah, now she felt the exhaustion. “I was somewhere else, as usual.”

“Just wanted to know if you’d finished the gene sequencing?”

She looked up into that sculpted face and squinted at the pain between her eyebrows. “I got a lot done, but I’m seeing double.” Headache or not, she could see him just fine.

“C’mon, it’s after nine. Let’s give up before we have a thirty-two-gene sequence instead of sixteen.”

Ouch. Fourteen hours at a computer. She closed her eyes and stretched her neck to the side.

Strong, warm hands pressed down on her shoulders. His fingers pushed her head forward, and powerful thumbs dug into her neck. She jumped and then shivered.

“That’s where it hurts, right?” He dug in a little deeper.

Increased heart rate. Spiked respiration. She thought of it as the “Jake reaction.” The touch of those strong, young hands that he seemed to put on her body way too often and the warm smell of him always powered a reaction. Some tiny part of her rational scientist’s mind could watch while her body went wacko, tingling, shivering and yearning. She might be a thirty-six-year-old geneticist with a huge reputation to protect, but she wanted Jake Martin with a lust she couldn’t reason away. It was a crappy idea, the very worst for her sanity and her career, but those were the facts. Like the direct pathway of alcohol to the liver, nothing got in the way of her desire, not his youth, his position as her assistant researcher, or the fact that he lived with his girlfriend.

She pulled away from his hands. “We should go.”

His slight pause made her think she’d hurt him with her abruptness, but when she glanced up he smiled, flashing patentable dimples. “Let’s get something to eat.”

God, the cheekbones. The floppy gold hair. Half science geek, half demigod. He’d already stripped out of his lab coat, and the well-worn jeans hugged long, lean thighs. Resistance was futile. “Penne with sun-dried tomatoes?”

“You got it, sweetheart.” He pulled her out of the chair, a move that almost backed him up to her side wall. Space wasn’t a luxury afforded in this lab.

“Show proper respect there, boy child. That’s Doctor Sweetheart.”

“Then I’ll have to demand Doctor Boy Child.”

“Boy Child PhD?”

“Top of my résumé.” Jake leaned her against his chest — yeah, that would be rock-hard chest — and slipped the lab coat she wore on clinic days off her shoulders and threw it on her desk.

He just held her, his hands caressing her back as his breath rasped against her hair.

Damn, why did he do this? He touched her a lot, and she didn’t know if he simply didn’t realize how sexual his attentions seemed or if he was being sadistic. Wasn’t he getting enough at home?

She pulled back and practiced her motherly smile. “I must be tired.”

Gently turning her around, he pushed her toward the door, switching off the lights as they went. “Mama Sophia’s?”

Outside in the open lab, she shrugged on the green wool jacket he held for her. Computers still glowed on two desks where colleagues would return after dinner to continue work. She had a dedicated team, and she hated to leave, but eventually food and sleep even outweighed cancer research. She usually got here before seven, and food breaks were scarce. The thought of pasta made her mouth water as she watched Jake switch off the lights. “C’mon, Dr. Boy Child. Garlic is my drug of choice.”

* * * * *

“Okay, God is Italian.” The subtle flavor of tomatoes, garlic, and olive oil floated over her tongue.

“Yeah, just ask an Italian. He’ll tell you God gave them Sophia Loren and seventy-five-year-old prime ministers that still get it up for their twenty-five-year-old mistresses. Clearly, divine dispensation.” He sucked in a bite.

Mmm. Warm, oregano-spiced air, and the cinnamony smell of Jake beside her. Her favorites. “I thought that was all about the little blue pill?”

“Also a gift from the gods.”

They sat in their favorite red, faux-leather booth at the back of the homey restaurant complete with Chianti-bottle candles and red-checked tablecloths. Jake had taken off his leather jacket, leaving him in a soft, gray, tissue-thin sweater that hugged his beautiful lean torso. He’d pushed the sleeves up, and she tried not to stare at those corded golden forearms. The soft material of the sweater was almost as beautiful as his skin.

How did the man afford to dress that way on what she paid him? Never flashy, but even she could see the clothes had quality. He didn’t come from money, but he had just bought a house in what she’d heard was a very elegant neighborhood in Connecticut. Did his girlfriend have money? Damn, the girlfriend certainly had him.

“Am I finally going to meet your girlfriend on Friday?”

He made a quick grab for his water glass and took a sip, splashing a few drops on his glasses. “My girlfriend?”

Why was he being coy? “Yes, the girlfriend you moved in with, right? She must be curious about where you spend so many late nights. I assume you’re going to bring her Friday.”

He pulled his glasses off and wiped them on his napkin, looking tense. What was up? She reached out and flipped his shaggy hair from in front of those blue eyes. The man always needed a haircut. Another part of his charm.

“I, uh, wasn’t really planning on coming Friday night.”

Oh, hell no. “You are truly kidding me, Jake. You’ve got to know what that award means to us, to our research, if someone…you know, someone on our team…were to win it.” She didn’t want to spoil the surprise, but she’d hocked a lot of political capital lobbying for him to win the Belden Award. The prize for outstanding young scientist was a big deal to the university too, since all the major research schools from across the country were invited to submit candidates. Jeez, it’d never occurred to her that he’d just bow out of the ceremony. “Really, Jake, it’s important.”

He glanced at her, and then his pasta got interesting again.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

“Jesus, could you be more enthusiastic? You need to come, Jake. And you’ll bring your girlfriend, right? I want to meet her, and it will show the faculty council what a lovely, settled, family person you are. At least one of us isn’t a confirmed bachelor.”

He clenched his jaw and forced words out between his teeth. “Em, I’ll come to the banquet, but I haven’t got a girlfriend. And I sure as fuck can’t show the faculty council my happy family life.”

The girlfriend was gone? “What happened? You told me you just moved in with her.” Damn, she really didn’t want to screw with his life. “Jesus, Jake, is it because I’m working you to death? I’ll talk to her. Give you more time off.”

He held a hand to her lips. “Easy, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I haven’t told you the truth, but I just…crap, I don’t know. I should have told you a long time ago. I just wasn’t sure it would work, it was such a long shot.”

What in hell was he talking about?

She got the first direct stare since they sat down. “Em, I can’t bring my girlfriend to the award dinner…because she’s my boyfriend. The person I moved in with is a man.” He sat back, still gazing at her steadily, challengingly.

Every nerve ending went hot. Then cold. What the fuck?

“And for the record, I never said I moved in with my girlfriend. I said I moved in with my lover, and you did the rest. I’m sorry.”

She knew her mouth was hanging open. Jake, gay? Her fantasy lover? She didn’t know how to feel. As a kid in the commune, she and her mom had practically collected gay friends. How could she have missed it?

Jesus, she was shaking. She didn’t want him to think she was horrified. She wasn’t. Just shocked and…what? Disappointed? Now there was no chance for her.

“Jesus, Jake, I know I can be self-absorbed, but I didn’t know I was blind.” Okay, she had to get a grip. People were looking their way. She lowered her voice. “How could it never have crossed my mind that you’re gay? How could I have missed it so completely in almost two years of working together?”

“Em, I’m really sorry.”

He was sorry. Shit! “You didn’t think you could tell me? Did you imagine it would matter to me?”

He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “No! Of course I didn’t think you’d care. I didn’t tell you I’m gay because, well, I’m not. Or wasn’t. I’ve mostly been with women. You know; you’ve seen me with enough of them. I’d only been with one other man in my life when I met Roan. We met less than a year ago at the genetics conference I attended with you.”

“That’s why you were acting so strangely at the conference?” She remembered how edgy and distracted he’d been.

“Yeah. I was face-to-face with my sexuality and with the best thing I’d ever seen.”

That put a little rip in her heart.

Releasing her hands, he gripped his own together. “But it was such an unlikely match, and the chances we’d stay together were so small, I didn’t want to tell you and then split up with him.” He sighed and shrugged at the same time. “But the truth is, I fell in love with the guy, and even though it amazes me every day, he loves me back. So I’m gay.” Grin. “At least operationally.”

Trying to get a grip here. “Roan?”

“Yeah, that’s his name. And I really do want you to meet him; planned on it in fact.” He touched her hand, gently stroking his fingers over her palm, and she just couldn’t pull away. “You both mean so much to me. I want you to love each other too.”

Maybe it would be easier to like a man Jake loved more than it would a woman. Maybe she could beat back the jealousy, knowing he was more interested in men. Fuck, she’d have to.

He sat back. “But I don’t think the faculty award dinner is the place. I don’t want to hide my relationship exactly. My family knows, and they’re great about it, but hell, you know the faculty council and the administration, especially Kovak.”

“Our own private Inquisitor?”

“Yeah. The faculty council will never say they’re firing me because I’m gay. They’ll make up another reason. I just don’t want to rub their faces in it. If they find out some other way, fine.”

She took another deep breath, just trying to cope. “You know, there are several gay men on the faculty. Professor Montag makes jelly beans look colorless, and some others probably cross-dress in their spare time.”

“Yeah, but they stay in the closet. Don’t ask; don’t tell. Plus, they were here before Kovak, so he kind of ignores them.”

“So just bring your, uh…Roan and let them guess. Maybe he’s just a friend or something.”

“He’s a little too noticeable.”

“What? A drag queen?”

He grinned. “No, you’ll see when you meet him.”

One thing was clear. “You have to come to the banquet. Do you get that? And if this man is the one you love, I think he should be there too. Am I making myself clear?”

He laughed. “Yes, Mother.”

“Hey, why don’t you and Roan escort me to the bloody banquet? Then no one will know who’s with whom. We can say he’s a friend of both of ours. You’ll both be my dates. I get to meet him, and he gets to be there for you.”

“I thought you were coming with Henry.”

“Not nearly often enough.” He snorted Chianti. Okay, bad joke, but then Henry was a pretty bad lover. “Anyway, as chance would have it, I haven’t invited him yet, so I’m free to be your diversion.”

“You’re a diversion only in the best possible way.” His face lit up with enthusiasm. “But actually it’s perfect. You’ll come home with us after the banquet and spend the weekend. I’ve been planning to invite you out for weeks, but we’ve been so busy at the lab. So come this weekend. Then you can get to know Roan and see the new house at the same time. You get me where you want me, and” — he chuckled — “I get you where I want you.”

She gazed at the beautiful face. He’d taken off his glasses so nothing distracted from those crystal blue eyes. How often had she fantasized about spending time with him? Sadly, those fantasies had never involved a gay lover. But bottom line, he had to come to the banquet, and a weekend in Connecticut sounded like fun even in the company of two gay men. Of course, the faculty council sure as hell wouldn’t agree with her. They would puke if they knew Doctor Emmaline Silvay, lead researcher and hope for all great international genetics prizes, was consorting with her twenty-six-year-old assistant. Gay assistant. She felt her mom’s rebel blood rise in her veins.

“What time will you pick me up, and what kind of clothes should I pack?”

Author Bio:

Tara Lain, like so many novelists, wrote her first book at five. Writing ability got her through college when there wasn’t enough time in the day, and, shortly thereafter, it became a marketable skill. Very early in life, people started paying her to write — scripts for industrial films, brochures, magazine articles on semiconductors. She became a really successful non-fiction “ghost-writer”.
Now, when you’re being paid well to write non-fiction, it’s tough to spend time writing fiction that nobody pays you for for a long time. But then Tara found EROM (erotic romance). Always a lover of fantasy, she got hooked on the beauty, emotion, and happily-ever-after of these books (to say nothing of the great sex) and was finally inspired to write one of her own. But writing fiction is REALLY different than non-fiction. There was so much to learn, and after writing her first book she went back to school (via online workshops) and really got down to learning the craft. A year later, she had rewritten that book, and created another one, and a very supportive publisher said yes! Today, she’s off and running as a passionate writer of erotic fiction.
Married to a her soul mate, a wonderful man who surprises her every day, Tara continues to love semiconductors and software and medical devices — all with a little touch of romance. She’s also an artist in her spare time (LOL) working in oil and mixed media collage.
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Red Hot Winter: Triple Dare by Lexxie Couper

Triple Dare

Or, How A Sci-fi Author Dared To Move Beyond The Safe

I started my professional writing life with erotic sci-fi. I grew up watching Dr Who and Star Trek (and my first crush was on Han Solo) so naturally when I decided to write an erotic romance what better sub-genre to explore than sci-fi. Actually, it was?t even as planned as that. I opened a new Word doc and began writing with no real idea of what was going to come out of my brain. Pretty much all my books are written this way, which can be surprisingly fun or frustratingly annoying. My first ever erotic tale was definitely sci-fi.?Shifting Lust is still my best seller at Changeling Press and I have to say, the hero?a brooding, menacing bounty hunter called Raiven a?Tor still has a very special place in my heart.

After that came more sci-fi with elements of paranormal. Then came paranormal all by itself (Savage Retribution,Captive Heat,?Death, The Vamp and His Brother to name a few). Then I went back to visit sci-fi again, this time with fantasy elements (the infamous?The Sun Sword is that book, which only recently came out in print.) followed by some more sci-fi, this time with a foursome unlike any other (Spaceport: R&R). Never in amongst all that did I dream I would ever write a contemporary erotic rom-com. But I did.

Mid 2009,?Mari Carr asked me to be a part of Ellora?s Cave?Tempt the Cougarseries, a strictly non-paranormal, non-sci-fi series. I was as nervous as all hell, but love Mari sooo damn much I couldn?t say no.?Copping A Feel was released August last year and, according to my EC editor (the most fabulous Kelli Collins) it was the best thing I?d ever subbed to her. ?Freaking hilarious? I think was the words she used. Of course, me being me, I didn?t believe her and before I knew it, I was submerged again in the paranormal worlds where wild horny sex happens between non-humans and the fate of the world hangs in the balance (Savage Transformation and Endless Lust).?Savage Transformation was released last September and Endless Lust will be coming soon from Ellora?s Cave. But somewhere in amongst all that timeline, my Samhain Editor, (the most wonderful Heidi Moore) threw down a challenge. Write her a m?nage contemporary erotic romance. And do it in 10 days.

So, I did. I opened a new Word doc, put my fingers on the keys and waited. And a few minutes later I wrote this line?

Joseph Hudson tossed his snowboard aside, threw his goggles over his shoulder and swung a fist at his best mate.

Nine days later, I subbed?Triple Dare, a 25,000 word m/f/m erotic rom-com to Heidi. She loved it. More than loved it. She demanded a sequel.

Triple Dare has become for me the most important release (and the most important dare) of my life. If I hadn?t the courage to say, yeah, I can be funny, I can be normal, I can do contemporary, I never would have written it and, in turn, never discovered a side of my writer?s brain that I really like visiting. A lot.

Which makes me think, how many of us out there are just waiting for someone to say to them?c?mon, I dare you to do it?

Triple Dare

Two men, one woman, one momentous dare.

A Red Hot Winter story.

Serious and determined, Joseph Hudson isn?t Australia?s businessman of the year for nothing. So now he?s asking himself, how did he get lost on the side of a mountain in the Colorado Rockies?in the middle of winter?with night fast approaching? Three simple words. I dare you.

Fear isn?t in Rob Thorton?s vocabulary. Life is for the taking, and Rob uses both hands. Challenging his best mate to take an impromptu snowboarding trip to the U.S. is just the latest in a lifetime of dares. Besides, he has an ulterior motive for the trip. And a plan?

Park Ranger Anna McCarthy knows what trouble looks like, and it?s written all over the two Aussies she first encounters in the ski lodge. Instinct has her following them onto the mountain, and sure enough, they end up needing her winter survival expertise. But not even her skills can stop her body from responding to the sexy muscles she finds beneath their ski suits.

Stuck in a remote cabin until the storm passes, the temperatures rise until all bets are off. And a double dare turns into a triple threat?to their hearts.

Product Warnings

Warning: Contains lots of scorching boy on girl on boy action, a heroine who knows what she wants and two sexy-arsed Australian heroes to really work up a sweat over. Oh, and a soul-deep love story with a revelation that may make you cry.

Excerpt

Joseph crossed the cabin floor in three strides and scooped her off her feet before she could utter a squeal of shocked delight. He held her against his chest, his arms under her knees and back, his nostrils flaring, his stare holding hers captive. ?Right about here.?

He kissed her. Hard. Brutal. His tongue lashing at her lips, her teeth, with a ravenous aggression she reveled in.

?And here,? Rob stated as he fisted a hand in her hair and tore her lips from Joseph?s, crushing her mouth with his.

His kiss was equally forceful but far more playful, and her head spun at the contradiction of one barely contained with power, the other almost teasing. Both however, made her pussy weep with moisture. She whimpered and curled her arms around Joseph?s neck as his lips began to scorch a line up the column of her neck.

?You are so fucking beautiful,? he ground out in her ear.

?Beautiful,? Rob echoed, pulling his lips from hers to taste her chin, her jaw.

Joseph kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip with a series of bites that grew harder and more uncontrolled with each one. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring its well with increasing fever.

?There?s no bed big enough for this,? Rob spoke, skimming a hand down her back and over the curve of her ass. His fingers stopped at the folds of her pussy, exposed to his touch by her position in Joseph?s arms, ?and the floor?s a might cold, so we?re going to have to worship your body standing up.?

His statement sent a shard of wanton excitement into Anna?s sex and she felt her juices wet Rob?s fingers. Fingers he slowly, deliberately slid into her folds. Two at once, wriggling them until he couldn?t penetrate her any deeper.

She sucked in a breath through her nose, the scent of her pleasure filling her body, driving her faster to an unexpected orgasm.

Oh, God!

Her pussy clamped shut on Rob?s fingers, constricting on them, squeezing them in fast, powerful pulses.

?Oh, yes,? Rob scissored his fingers inside her sex, plunged them in and out and wriggled them some more, ?that?s my girl. Come for me. I want you so fucking wet I could drown in your cream.?

Joseph growled against Anna?s lips at his friend?s words, hauling her closer to his chest as he sucked her tongue into his mouth.

?She?s so wet for us, Hudo.? Rob continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. ?So very, very wet.?

Joseph broke the kiss and stared into her face. ?I want her wetter.?

Rob chuckled, a low, dirty laugh. ?No worries, mate.?

He slapped her ass. A swift, sharp slap that made her cry out in surprise.

Stinging heat branded her ass cheek, but before the pain could register in Anna?s mind, Joseph pressed his lips to her temple. ?Do you want him to kiss it better??

She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat.

She sensed Rob move beside her, his hand sliding over her butt, caressing the spot he?d smacked until it wasn?t his palm on her skin but his lips.

And then, his lips weren?t on her ass cheek but on her folds, his tongue flicking at her clit, his fingers delving into her slit.

?Does that feel good?? Joseph whispered, his stare holding her still in his arms.

?Yes,? she panted. ?Yes.?

?I want you so wet there?ll be very little pain when Rob enters your arse.?

Her heart slammed into her throat, her rock-hard nipples aching. She gazed into his eyes, knowing she should feel something other than absolute trust and blissful rapture. She didn?t.

Rob?s tongue rolled over her clit, already swollen from her last orgasm, and she hissed in a gasp.

?I can?t hold on much longer, Anna.? Raw tension wrought Joseph?s statement into a strangled groan. ?My dick is so hard and I want to sink it into your pussy so much.?

?Then do it,? she rasped. ?Do it. Please.?

He shook his head. ?Not yet. Not until you are ready for both of us.?

As if Rob knew exactly what Joseph wanted, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, dragging his tongue from her pussy to her anus. Smearing her hole with his saliva and her cream.

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Red Hot Winter: True Heart by Delilah Devlin

Delilah Devlin is an award-winning author with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive westerns that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…www.DelilahDevlin.com

Two men plus one woman equals three bodies on fire?

True Wyatt’s hands are going to be full enough keeping the herd alive through the dead of winter. The last thing he needs to hear is that his brother Lonny has rented out their isolated hunting cabin to a reclusive writer—especially a sassy, disaster-prone brunette. Who has the time to babysit a city girl until Spring?

With a deadline looming, erotica writer Honey Cahill is looking forward to six distraction-free weeks to finish her next book. However, between Lonny’s flirty sensuality and True’s hard-edged intensity, the Wyatt brothers set the stage of her imagination for a winter of wicked delights.

The fire that destroys the cabin, though, is as real as it gets. Forced to seek a bed under True and Lonny’s roof, the temptation to experiment—all in the name of research, of course—is overpowering. One night in their arms doesn’t feel like enough; it feels like more. Particularly with one cowboy who fires all her cylinders…

Warning: It’s a Devlin ménage—expect men with stamina and not an ounce of mercy to behave like sex gods, and the lucky woman to love every minute of it. A little domination goes a long, long way…

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When I received the invitation to submit a story for the RED HOT WINTER series, I was excited, but didn’t have a clue what I would write. However, the day the synopsis was due for approval, I sat down and played with character names. The name True came to me out of the ether. The title slipped into my head a second later. Then the brother’s name, Lone. Once TRUE HEART had a name, I had a story. Simple as that. That doesn’t happen often, a story falling out onto the page with little effort, little forethought, but when it happens you don’t let real life get in the way. I wrote the story in under two weeks, and while I was vacationing in Canada last year with a friend. Which was helpful since we traveled through the Canadian Rockies. The location helped me with my high meadow, Colorado setting and the setting helped to form the hard, terse, sexy as hell main character.

Excerpt:
Footsteps scuffing across the porch pulled Honey from her story. She glanced to the clock at the corner of her screen, surprised to discover hours had passed since the brothers had left.
The air inside the cabin was chilly, and she realized she’d let the fire go out. She rose, wincing at the dull ache in her lower back, then strode toward the furnace in the corner of the open room. She pulled the lever to close the flue and opened the door, careful to stand to the side as Lonny had shown her in case flame billowed out at the sudden influx of oxygen.
A knock sounded at the door.
“It’s unlocked,” she shouted, reaching for a log. “Come on in.”
The door swung open. “Let me help you with that,” Lonny said, stepping inside.
Grateful, she straightened, easing her muscles with a quick rub.
Lonny’s brows lowered. He took off his hat and brushed the snow off the brim and his shoulders while he stood on the mat. He tugged off his gloves with his teeth, hung his hat on a peg beside the door then strode toward her. “You forget the fire?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I started working and forgot the time.”
“That’s a good thing, right? For your story?”
“Yeah, means I was in so deep everything else disappeared.”
They stood studying each other’s faces. His expression was watchful, but open. Friendly. And if the quick glance he gave her body before he bent and threw more logs inside the furnace was any indication—he was also interested.
“Did you eat dinner?” she asked, trying to remember how one of her heroines would ask a man to make love to her, but she was out of practice. Dinner was just a stalling tactic.
“Not yet,” he said, closing and latching the door of the furnace. “Wanted to stop by before it got too late.”
Maybe she’d been too subtle. “Do you have time to have a meal with me?”
Lonny’s gaze locked with hers. “The way that snow’s comin’ down, if I stay longer than half an hour, I may as well wait until morning to leave.”
There wasn’t any pressure in the way he said it, but she understood what he was asking. Lonny wanted to spend the night with her.
Just what she’d been fishing for.
Her body, chilled only a moment ago, reacted with a surge of warmth that spread from her breasts up her neck to flood her cheeks. Embarrassed to be blushing like a virgin, she shifted her feet and winced when her lower back throbbed.
He sighed, pulling her attention back. The corners of his eyes wrinkled with good humor. “Tonight’s not a good time for dinner. I better get on down the road. But first, I have something for you to try. Let’s move over toward the light,” he said, aiming his chin at the kitchen table.
They moved toward it. Then he fished in his pocket for a tin, which he unscrewed and held up for her to sniff.
The scent of camphor and something not quite as minty opened her sinuses in an instant. “What’s that for?”
“For your back. It’s a liniment I use on my horse when he’s limping.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “And you want me to do what with that?”
Lonny smiled his wicked, flirty smile and lifted a hand, finger pointed toward the floor. He twirled it.
Honey groaned. “You want to do this standing up?”
“I might get ideas if you insist I do it when you’re stretched out on a bed. ’Sides, my horse never complains when I do it this way.”
Honey laughed then slowly turned to give him her back.
Lonny cleared his throat. “Um…you’ll have to push down your pants a little and lift your shirt.”
“Lord, who turned up the heat in here?” she murmured.
His husky laughter stirred her hair, which told her he stood only inches from her. Standing this close, she caught a whiff of barnyard and mint. She wondered if he’d popped a Tic-Tac before coming inside. She decided she liked his earthy-sweet smells and relaxed.
She unbuckled her belt, undid her jeans and shoved them just past her hips. Then she took a deep breath and pulled up her sweater to bare her midriff.
“Nice dimples.” Then his fingers stroked salve over her lower back, the camphor heating her skin. He set the tin aside. “I’m going to brace your front. Promise I won’t take advantage.”
“Sure,” she whispered.
He placed his large hand over her lower belly. Her breath hitched when his little finger entered the vee of her open pants. But her next breath was a sigh when he pushed the heel of his hand hard against her back, soothing muscles and making her sway. After a few moments, the hand pressed against her front was the only thing holding her up.
He glided and smoothed, working the liniment into abused muscle. Then he gently dug his knuckles into her, which caused her to rise on her toes and her head to dip toward her chest.
“Gettin’ it?” he whispered.
“Mmm-hmm.” Was he ever gettin’ it. Getting her hot, getting her horny.
His hand slowed on her back.
She held her breath, listening to his deepening breaths that fanned against her neck.
The hand in front slipped beneath her open waistband, and then stilled. The warmth of his palm against her vulnerable belly was one of the sexiest sensations she’d felt in a long, long time. She knew he waited to let her make up her mind. She inched apart her feet.
His fingers sank deeper, touching the hair covering her mound. “Bend over. Grab the edge of the table.”
The way he said it, his voice thick and raspy, sent a quiver of lust through her. She bent, gripped the edge while her heart pounded hard against her chest.
The first gentle scrape of callus over her hooded clit made her groan. She bit her lip to hold back more sounds.
“It’s okay to make some noise, you know,” he said, stroking deeper between her folds.
“It’s been so damn long, I’ll sound like a porn queen.”
His chuckle sounded strained. His long fingers swept over her lips, gathering her moisture. One digit thrust into her entrance and swirled. The hand at her back resumed the massage, heel grinding into bruised muscle.
Aroused and soothed, all at once, her body began to quiver.
Honey wished she had the nerve to shove her pants off her bottom, to lift herself higher and beg for his cock, but that would have required her prying her fingers from the table. She gave an agonized groan and lowered her head, resting it on cool wood.
Two fingers stroked inside and she clamped her thighs together, holding him there.
He held still, but then she rocked her hips to fuck them. So wet now, his hand was sliding in slippery honey and he moved easily in and out, his thumb caressing her clit.
“Lone…” she moaned, turning her head, ready to beg him to fuck her.
“This is all you get tonight, sweetheart. Take it. Fly with it.”
An apt description of just what she felt. Her body undulated in sublime heat. The flick of his thumb and thrust of those digits burrowing deeper, sliding faster, had her arousal building, surging…and then she came, shattering happily, her cries broken and aching.
“Sweet,” he whispered, a kiss landing on her cheek as he leaned over her.
She gave a shaky laugh and pushed away from the table. He straightened behind her, pulling his fingers from her pussy. They made a slick trail up her belly.
“I’ll let myself out,” he said softly.
His footsteps moved away, and she zipped her jeans, leaving the ends of her belt dangling as she followed him to the door.
Honey was tempted to ask him to stay. Really tempted, but then she thought about that bottle of scotch and the fact she really didn’t know Lonny all that well. Not yet anyway. “Guess you better go,” she said softly. “But thanks. For…everything.”
Standing next to the door, hat in hand, he turned. “If the power goes out, you won’t have a phone.”
She nodded. “I know.” When he hesitated again, she laughed softly. “I do want that kiss you’re thinking about.”
Lonny’s slow grin was filled with devilment. “Was I that obvious?”
Laughing softly, she stepped closer and tilted back her head. “I haven’t felt this awkward since high school when Donny Mathis walked me to the door, then hemmed and hawed for ten minutes before working up the nerve.”
“Should I be nervous?” he said, moving in, his hands landing on her hips to pull her against him.
When their bellies rubbed, she forgot all about why she shouldn’t want this. The heat in his gaze soothed away her doubts.
His kiss was hot, not so much tongue that she felt like a snake wiggled in her mouth—nice. Very nice. His tongue withdrew, his lips suctioned hers. Then he lifted his head. “Be safe. And don’t forget that stove again. I don’t want you sick.”
She warmed to his concern. “I won’t forget.”
He bent and gave her cheek a quick peck then ducked out the door.
She shut it behind him and leaned against the cold wood, her body still humming from the delicious thrill of their encounter. More than ever, she knew she’d done the right thing getting away from familiar surroundings. Not once while he’d been with her had she felt a twinge of sadness. Maybe she really was ready to move on.

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Red Hot Winter: Winter Fire by Jess Dee

JESS DEE: WINTER FIRE

Would you believe that writing a novella for the Red Hot Winter Anthology came as a complete surprise for me? I?d seen the call for submissions for the antho, read it over carefully, and instantly dismissed it, deciding Sydney in winter is simply not cold enough to act as an appropriate setting for a novella with this theme.

And then I received a little invitation, asking if I would considering submitting a story. How could I refuse?

:D

I couldn?t. Which brought me to thinking about the coldest place I?d visited in Australia. And the Blue Mountains won hands down.

The first time we visited there had been in the middle of winter. The temperatures were a good ten degrees (Celsius) colder than Sydney, it rained, and it was bloody freezing!

Fortunately for us, we found a lovely, small restaurant, with a roaring fire and lots of yummy hot soup. Can you say romantic?

(Well, it would have been romantic, had we not had a two year old with us, insisting on visiting ever train and train track within a 70 mile vicinity.)

Still, that restaurant was the spark that ignited the setting for Winter Fire.

A quaint mountain village, in the heart of winter? Can you think of anything more romantic? A hotel set here had to be the place where Rachel, Garreth and Jackson?s story played out.

Jess

(The Three Sisters, Blue Mountains, New South Wales, Australia)

Winter Fire: The Blurb

Guilty pleasures can heat the coldest winter night?

A Red Hot Winter story.

There?s never been any question in Rachel Ashberg?s mind. Jackson Brooks is the one, and they both know it. The problem? Thanks to his unbreakable rule?never date his twin sister?s friends?he?s completely off-limits. Even if they can?t imagine being with anyone else.

It?s been over two years since their last encounter, when they gave in?just once?to their passion. Now, as the Brooks twins? milestone birthday approaches, Rachel and Jackson are about to meet again at a gorgeous mountain resort. Needing something to take the edge off the desire that has never faded, she indulges in a fling with sexy stranger Garreth Halt. He even makes her forget Jackson for a while. Or?maybe not.

When she mentions Jackson?s name in passing, Garreth picks up on all the hidden undertones in her voice. And he brings Jackson into their bed, if only in a fantasy they play out together. Funny thing about Garreth?s fantasies, though. Even the most improbable, impossible ones have a way of becoming reality?

Warning: Enough heat is contained within these pages that you won?t even notice the winter cold. You might fall in love with Jackson?the real-life hero, determined to protect his sister from further pain?but it?s the handsome stranger, Garreth, who?ll take your breath away.

WINTER FIRE: An Excerpt

Jesus Christ and holy fuck. Rachel was aroused. Garreth, the stupid fuck, had pulled her away from the table and fed her some crock of shit. Whatever the bastard had told her had worked.

Rachel?s cheeks were flushed and her nipples poked at the black stretchy top she wore. She looked as though she were about to jump Garreth right there, at the bar.

But she didn?t. Instead she stumbled off her chair and walked away. Headed to??

Jackson didn?t stop to check. Acting on instinct, he got up and followed her.

She rounded a corner, in the direction of the kitchen. And bathrooms. And a door leading out to what had to be the back of the restaurant.

A second before she pushed open the door to the Ladies?, he caught her back against his front and without saying a word, steered her towards the door leading outside.

She gasped and twirled her head to see who?d taken her captive. ?J-Jackson? What on earth??

He didn?t respond. Couldn?t. His blood boiled. Rage ran through his veins. It was one thing that she?d fucked someone else. It was another thing altogether getting aroused by that someone else in front of him.

The scent of rain hung in the air. Icy air ripped the breath from his lungs. It stung his cheeks and made his eyes water. He didn?t care. The second they were outside, he swung Rachel around, pressed her flat against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers.

Holy smoke.

Dear God.

Her lips. Her full, ripe lips. Kissing him back. Pressing against his with the same urgency he felt. They did him in. Stripped away whatever self-control he had left. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, losing himself to her taste.

Twelve years he?d loved her. Twelve years he?d tried to deny himself.

Why? What for?

So she could sleep with Garreth? Fall in love with someone else?

No fucking way. Rachel was his. They?d both known it from the start. They?d both tried to deny it and never succeeded.

And this here was the very reason they?d failed. The passion that flared between them was too real to deny. The love that blazed just refused to be extinguished.

He pressed himself against her, chest to chest, groin to hips, thighs to thighs. His cock, already hard from watching Rachel with Garreth, now ached with repressed desire. He burned for her. Burned for them. Bled for what they should have together?but never could.

Rachel was his. She was born to be with him. He was born to be hers. Distance and time had done nothing to dim that knowledge.

She moaned in his mouth, ground herself against his erection.

Frigid wind sliced over the back of his neck, but holding Rachel in his arms had him so fucking hot he barely felt it.

Something wet touched his lips. Wet and salty.

Tears?

Though it almost killed him, he pulled away from their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. The ache is his groin increased, but he shoved it to the back of his mind. He brushed his thumb against her cheek and found it wet.

?You?re crying.? The knowledge stabbed at his heart.

?We?re resorting to this again?? she asked in a broken voice. ?Stealing kisses out back? Where no one can see??

Christ, this wasn?t what he wanted. It wasn?t what either of them wanted.

With all his heart, Jackson wished he could lift her up and carry her through the restaurant. Carry her openly, for everyone to see. Carry her back to the hotel and into his room. Make love to her without the guilt of knowing he was betraying his sister.

?The way you were looking at Garreth? Fuck, Rach. You?re ripping my heart out.?

?H-how was I looking at him??

He growled low in his throat. ?Like he was breakfast.?

Rachel swallowed audibly before murmuring something so soft he couldn?t hear her. ?What did you say?? he was forced to ask.

?Garreth wants to have a threesome,? she whispered. ?Him, me and you.?

Jackson groaned out loud. He couldn?t fucking believe Garreth had told her. He also couldn?t fucking believe how hard his dick was.

?I-I said no. We couldn?t do that. Not to Jenna.?

Jackson took a very deep breath. ?You said no. But is that what you want??

Rachel didn?t answer. But her shaking body gave her away. Her breasts heaved against him, her nipples torturing his chest.

?You want it, don?t you??

Her breath quickened, but she still didn?t answer.

Something twisted in his chest. ?You want to sleep with him and with me.?

?I do,? she said at last. ?God help me, but I do.?

Fuck, how could more blood fill his dick? There wasn?t space. The pain was excruciating. ?Do?? The words wouldn?t come out. He cleared his throat. ?Do you love him??

She laughed, although the sound was not humorous. ?I hardly know him.?

?You know him well enough.?

?We?ve slept together. I?m attracted to him. I don?t love him.?

?But you want to fuck him. Again.?

She caught her breath then released it with a hiss. ?Yes.?

?Alone? Just you and him??

?No.? There was no hesitation whatsoever in her answer.

?You want me there too??

A soft moan escaped her mouth, as though she?d tried to contain it but couldn?t. ?Yes.?

?You want to fuck me and him at the same time?? He didn?t know if he was angry beyond measure, or aroused beyond control. Probably both.

She shook her head. ?I-I want to fuck Garreth. I want to make love with you.?

?Fuck it!? Frustration swamped him and he slammed his hand against the wall beside her head. ?Fuck, fuck, fuck.?

She cringed. ?I shouldn?t have told you,? she said, instantly contrite. ?I should just have kept my big mouth shut.?

?No!? He shook his head fiercely. ?No secrets between us. Ever. There are enough damned secrets in our lives.?

She wrapped her arms around him, held him close. So close he had no hope of hiding the effect she had on him. He didn?t try.

?I?m sorry, Jackson. So sorry. I wanted so much for this weekend to go smoothly. To pretend nothing had ever happened between us. That we were no more than friends.? She shook her head. ?But I can?t do that. I can?t act like I don?t feel all of these things. Can?t pretend I don?t want to fuck Garreth again. Can?t pretend I don?t want to make love to you. Or that I don?t love you. Because I do. I love you. I am quite hopelessly in love with you.? The tears were back, falling down her cheeks.

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Breathless Press Week: Perfect Christmas by DC Juris

Hi folks! ::waves:: I’m DC Juris, and today I’ll be blogging about my newest release from Breathless Press, ?Perfect Christmas.?

First, a hearty thanks to the wonderful Selena for having me! Second, for those who don’t know me, I’m an out and proud bisexual transgender male, and I live in Upstate NY with my husband, three cats, and four dogs. I write contemporary and fantasy romance across the whole spectrum of pairings, but I have a soft spot for m/m and transgender m/m.

My latest story, ?Perfect Christmas? is a sexy little m/m/m number featuring three hot new characters. Here’s the blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan’s not sure how he’s going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan’s gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!

Sounds like a perfect Christmas for just about anyone, right? LOL

Evan and Drake presented themselves to me on a last minute whim, and boy, was I surprised when they mentioned Mike! I’ve only written one other m/m/m, and that one was planned from the start. But I always let my characters dictate the story, so I had to go with it. (Oh, poor me, slaving away over a steamy sex scene with three hunks. The sacrifices I make for my craft!)

I have to say, my holidays aren’t nearly as racy!! I grew up in an abusive household, which didn’t leave much to look forward to in the way of holiday cheer. Once I was grown and on my own, however, I was able to embrace my inner elf. Nowadays, I spend Christmas with my husband, my cats, and my dogs, and I’m thrilled with it!

We exhange gifts in the morning, then have a light lunch. For dinner, there’s usually a restaurant open in our area on Christmas Day, so that’s where you’ll find us (because I hate to cook), and we end the day watching old zombie movies or playing on the computer. In essence, we try to keep the holiday as laid back and relaxed as we possibly can.

Evan, Drake, and Mike would be bored to tears at my house!

You can find more of my work at www.dcjuris.com

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Here’s an excerpt for your reading pleasure (and it will be a pleasure, trust me!)

Evan waited in line at Pierce’s, the only store open on Christmas Day in the sleepy, coastal town of Ormond Bay, absorbing the chaos as people hurried up and down aisles in search of forgotten holiday necessities. Across the store, a lady frantically called for help from a clerk, begging him to tell her they hadn’t sold the last of the cranberries, and wailing about how she couldn’t make the perfect meal without them. In front of Evan, a man dressed in a suit and tie tossed down a fifty, told the cashier to keep the change, and ran out the door with two frozen pies.

Evan emptied the contents of his basket?a motley assortment of store-brand frozen dinners, cookies, soups, and canned fruit?and frowned, feeling rather frumpy in the mix of brightly dressed people and festive, almost garish, decorations of the store. He ran a hand absent-mindedly through his hair, remembering only just then he’d neglected to gel and spike it this morning. Not to mention that he also hadn’t bothered to get the red tips recolored. Above his dark roots, the tips looked more gray than anything else. Fabulous. It didn?t help that he was probably the only person walking around without a tan.

“That’ll be seventeen fifty.”

He dug into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled forth his wallet, handed over a crisp twenty-dollar bill with a sigh. Even his money was snazzier than him.

“Merry Christmas, Mister Connor!” The bubbly cashier beamed up at him from under her picture perfect, curly blonde bangs, but Evan just scowled as he grabbed up bag of groceries and walked away to trudge out the door and back down the street for home. Outside, even the bright Florida sun couldn’t dispel his dreary mood.

Christmas, huh? Bah! Humbug! What did he have to be cheerful about, anyhow? Watching reruns of stupid movies over his microwaved TV dinner of Salisbury steak again? Dodging phone calls from his mother and other assorted supposedly well-meaning relatives whose main questions seemed to be where was his lover, Drake, and when was Evan going to stop putting up with that man’s schedule and find someone who appreciated him? Spending yet another Christmas alone, while Drake jetted around the state with the annoying millionaire boss?

Evan sighed. Trouble was, Drake did appreciate him; Drake only worked so hard so that he didn’t have to, so he could pursue his artwork. And he knew Drake felt just as bad as he did about missing out on holidays, but Drake’s boss had made it quite clear in the initial interview that she expected her men, as she called them, to be at her beck and call, regardless of the time of day or night. Or year. But the money? The money was very, very good. And they were young now, only in their twenties. They had the rest of their lives to spend holidays together, didn’t they?

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Cougar Challenge Week Part 2: Jayne Rylon Part 2

Shifting Gears:

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Shifting Gears Interview:
Lynn Madison: So, Sloan, we meet again. How do you like being on this side of the questions?

Sloan Desai: Somehow it’s a little less fun over here.

Lynn: Ha! Well, don’t expect me to go easy on you. You certainly enjoyed harassing me a few months ago.

Sloan: Yes, but that was before we were friends. Before we realized we shared a love for erotic romances and ended up dating inseparable men.

Lynn: Is that what you’re calling it?

Sloan: I mean, that sounded bad… what I meant was…

Lynn: I’m not embarrassed to admit our friendship is a little more involved than most, you don’t have to hedge for my sake. Look, our guys are best friends, we’re best friends, the four of us hang out constantly as we travel the world on the race circuit. I don’t think it’s a big stretch to admit we’re compatible in a lot of ways.

Sloan: I suppose you’re right as usual. Remember the day we all went to Cheung Chau off the coast of Hong Kong? I think I knew from that day on that the bond between the four of us would last forever. It was also the first time I noticed the tension between Sebastian and Marco.

Lynn: Good thing you channeled that energy into something constructive, a positive way to work off all that excess energy.

Sloan: You know there are lots of strangers out there reading this, right? I’m not sure Sebastian and Marco are ready for the world to know about their feelings for each other.

Lynn: Too late, hon. Didn’t you know Jayne Rylon wrote a book about us? There are no secrets left. You can read all about our foursome in Shifting Gears.

Sloan: I hope she made me hot.

Lynn: You and me both! Come on, let’s head back to our guys before they can get into trouble without us.

Sloan: I hope they get into trouble with us.

Lynn: You and me both. Again.

An Excerpt From: SHIFTING GEARS

Copyright ? JAYNE RYLON, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

?Oh my God!?

The woman on the corrugated aluminum bleacher several rows in front of Sloan turned with wide eyes when Sloan shouted. She caught Sloan?s stare on the sexy cover of her erotic romance novel and flipped it closed?cover side down?discretely.

?Sorry, didn?t mean to startle you.? Sloan smiled. ?I know how it is when you?re lost in a good book. And that book is fan-fucking-tastic! I love Mari Carr. Her stories are smoking hot. Especially the m?nages. Yum.?

The woman grinned and nodded. ?I?ve read almost all of hers. My reading group back in the US mailed me this one. It arrived last night and I?m halfway done already. I tried to ration it out?a chapter a day?but it?s impossible.?

?Thank God for ebook readers, huh? I don?t know what I would do if I didn?t have access to all the new releases from this side of the globe.? Sloan stepped into the stands then picked her way down the incline, closer to the woman, careful not to slip in her three-inch heels.

At least she?d worn jeans to the race site today instead of her usual skirted suit. ?I hear that. It can get lonely being a foreigner in a country where you don?t speak the language. Especially one as difficult to pick up as Mandarin or Cantonese. Reading keeps me from getting too homesick, though it leads to other?complications.?

When the woman laughed, her entire face brightened. Around Sloan?s age, close to forty, she seemed carefree and infectiously happy. ?I know what you mean. Or at least I used to. Now I have a young stud to keep me occupied when I get revved up. I?m engaged to Sebastian Fiori. The driver for??

?Oh! Don?t worry, I know who he is. Sexy as sin and a four-time world champion rally car racer to boot. So you must be Lynn Madison, you bitch.?

The humongous diamond flashing on the woman?s finger had confirmed Sloan?s suspicions.

Talk of Bastian and the alluring cougar who?d tamed him had run rampant this season. Scores of young sex goddesses mourned their loss. Many had tried for years to snag him or his luscious navigator Mark Rossi, but none had succeeded in tempting either guy into more than a one-night stand.

Until Sebastian fell head over heels in love on first sight last season. Everyone agreed he?d never performed better. Lynn must be good for the man.

What was good for the driver was good for the sport.

And that was good for Sloan.

?It?s true.? Lynn sighed and her eyes took on a faraway look. ?I?m the luckiest woman alive.?

?I?m Sloan Desai, by the way.? She held out her hand, but Lynn hugged her instead of shaking it.

?Sorry, but after two minutes I feel like I?ve known you forever. Have a seat.? Lynn gestured with the spine of her novel toward the racetrack, which snaked past the base of the stadium they sat in. ?You know, Bastian?s mentioned you before. I think we might?ve even talked on the phone once when you scheduled some of his interviews. You?re the publicist for the league, right??

?Yep. That?s me.? Sloan winked. ?In charge of keeping the boys out of trouble with the media, managing their images and bringing fans in by the truckload.?

?Seems like you?re doing a great job. I heard the first couple days of the exhibition are sold out.?

?They are. Thanks.?

?So how do you like China so far??

The event would take place in Guangdong province, about a half-hour outside Guangzhou, in a few weeks?a great chance for the teams to tune up or experiment in the off-season. The crews had arrived early to acclimate, which meant Sloan had to be on-site to defuse any?situations?that could cause trouble with the local hosts.

Full of testosterone and daring, the guys in the league sometimes crossed the line.

?I haven?t been able to do much sightseeing. I have to stick fairly close-by.? Sloan shrugged.

?Yeah, I know what you mean.? Lynn grimaced. ?The teams do tend to get rowdy on occasion. Maybe you can take a day trip or two with me. I write travel guides for a living, so I like to check out as much as I can in the areas we visit. Sebastian gets nervous when I?m out on my own though. Especially in locations a little more exotic.?

?You don?t seem like the kind of woman to sit around and wait for a man simply to ease his mind. A woman after my own heart, by the way.?

?You?re right, I?m no shrinking violet.? Lynn grinned. ?But I worry that if he?s worried, he?ll be distracted. The sport is dangerous enough as it is. Plus, I miss him if I stray too far.?

?I hope ?him? is me.? A deep growl sounded from behind their spot on the bench. Sitting side by side, neither woman had heard the soft soles of Sebastian?s racing sneakers on the concrete as he approached. ?Or I?ll have to kick some ass and those days are supposed to be behind me.?

?Old man.?

Sloan swallowed hard at the jibe from the other guy who strode toward them?Mark Rossi. It was either that or moan aloud at his spectacular build. Thick muscles filled out his racing jumpsuit to perfection. She wished she?d seen him going instead of coming so she could check out his killer ass, but the bulge at his crotch and the humor in his warm eyes made for scrumptious consolation prizes.

She?d spied him from across the room at events she?d arranged, but usually she had a job to do while in attendance. Of course she?d found herself staring at promo shots of him on more occasions than she cared to admit, but never before had she been able to take her time and study his legendary features in person?bold cheekbones, olive skin and glossy, sandy hair.

And, shit, now she was staring.

Maybe her imagination played tricks on her, but it seemed as if he might be gawking in return.

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