Rawiya:
Hello readers. I’m sure those of you who know Sharita Lira are aware of the two
females in the triad. Myself, Rawiya and BLMorticia.
BL: The
wicked gal. Yes I am…more like the snarky wicked gal who writes funny stories
about romantic couples of any orientation.
Rawiya:
And me who pens tales of romance, regardless of orientation in contemporary
settings. In other words, real erotica for real people.
BL: And
erotica with snark are our taglines. So
what’s the major difference? Me, I like humor in my stories.
Rawiya:
And I like longer love scenes as well as more sensuality. I can do a little
humor too but I don’t do it as well as BL.
BL: And
I’m a little too impatient for long love. I like getting to the climax a little
quicker. My characters mimic me too except when I throw a monkey wrench in
their plans. I do that a lot by the way.
Rawiya: I
do too, to a certain extent; nothing better than a little tension in a story.
BL: How
about a lot? Some angst thrown in makes for a fabulous tale doesn’t it and
better sex at the end. So whichever you prefer. The snarky and angsty…
Rawiya: Or
the long winded romantic. There’s a story for you right?
BL: I’d
say so. Thanks for listening to us. How about looking at our series?
Rawiya:
Good idea since we’ve got five books. From NNP, the Something New On the Menu
series, all m/m with romance…
BL: Snark
and a little bit of angst. Check out the first two books.
Rawiya:
Thanks for having us, Dawn!
Book One
Something Fresh Served Hot
BLMorticia
A gay contemporary comedy which
features a Chicago homophobe by the name of Jimmy LaCosta who works at a
diner called the Greasy Spoon on the Northside of Chicago near
Boys Town. While working, Jimmy meets the incoming manager, Alex
Seidling, a young British man who his present boss is hiring to take his place
as he retires.
After
the initial meeting in which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's
stares, Jimmy cultivates a friendship with Alex which develops into something
totally different than he himself expects. This shocks him and he tries to
fight it but because of his growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite
all of what he has been taught.
Will he do what his body wants?
Will Alex accept his advances even though he will soon become Jimmy’s boss?
Excerpt PG
Later on in the
day, I was making my way to the john when I noticed Alex sitting down in
George’s office looking over some papers. I was on my way out of the place
since my shift was over and my hot night with Zena was in the next hour.
When we
exchanged glances, he waved his hand at me. “Jimmy, hey, can you step inside a
moment, please?”
I exhaled before
going into the small space and closed the door behind me. I had been in
George’s office a little too many times for my taste so needless to say, when I
went in I was a little nervous about talking to the new boss to be in here.
Still, I thought
this to be the perfect time to let Mr. Seidling know my boat doesn’t float that
way. Once I got in, I sat in the wooden chair in front of the desk.
“Hey, Jimmy. I
was just looking over some things and it seems like you’re in need of a raise
my friend. How could you just let George stiff you all these years?” Alex shook
his head while still glancing at the large sheet of paper.
I cocked an
eyebrow. He was definitely right about this observation.
Okay, maybe
he ain’t so bad after all.
I ran my hand
though my brown mane. “Well, I need the job and um…well, I make okay money,
or…”
“No you don’t,
Jimmy,” he interrupted. “At the last restaurant I managed, the top cook was
making twenty-two bucks an hour. The owner felt it was necessary to pay him
well because he kept the customers happy. Not to mention, he was quick,
polite…”
I cut him off.
“Wait, did you just say twenty-two dollars, an hour?”
Alex chuckled,
“Yeah man. You’re only making fourteen. Dude, seriously, you’re getting robbed,
yeah. I’ll make sure I let George know he should raise you up to at least
eighteen effective immediately.”
My eyes bulged
when he said that number. I was trying to keep my excitement in but I couldn’t
help it. All the things I could do with making eighteen dollars an hour. A new
car, a better apartment than the rat hole I was staying in, and damn, some
better clothes. I may be a cook but I like to look good when I step out with
the ladies.
“Gods Jimmy, I
cannot believe George mimics the guy on that cartoon, what’s his name?” He
looked up at the ceiling and snapped his fingers.
I laughed when I
thought of my favorite show other than Sportscenter. “Spongebob and you’re
talking about Krabs…he’s a tight wad.”
Alex giggled and
placed the papers on the furniture in front of him. He locked his eyes with
mine, making me a tad uncomfortable. “That show is hilarious.”
We shared a
laugh and even though we seemed to be getting along great I had to remember why
I was here.
Man, I did come in here to tell him something…oh yeah…
I nodded, “Yep,
it’s full of laughs. Hey…um Alex…I was uh, noticing the eye you were giving me
earlier.”
Alex raised an
eyebrow and smirked. “Yeah?”
Suddenly, I
froze. As much as I wanted to tell him to stop staring me down like a piece of
meat, I thought twice about how to phrase it, especially since the guy told me
that he’d be telling George to give me a four dollar raise. I sighed. “Um, yeah
dude, was there a reason why you were looking at me like that?”
Alex smacked his
lips together and rolled his eyes. “Oh Jimmy let’s not play games here. You
know I was checkin’ you out and don’t tell me that you don’t go that way
because I really don’t care that you do. Besides, it’s nothing wrong with
looking. Just because I’m taking a gander at your tight fitting jeans to go
along with the snug, black tee shirt that you have on, it doesn’t necessarily
mean I want you.”
I leaned back in
my chair and turned up my lip. “Oh yeah, then what would you call it?” I
crossed my legs. I had to hear this.
“Well Jimmy
consider this, when you look at a tasty dish that catches your eye on a menu
does that mean you have to order it? And, in your terms, being the macho
heterosexual that you are, do you go after every girl you see walking by? Maybe
you do. Let’s just stick to the first example, yeah?”
This guy’s a
card.
It was true what
he was saying but then after he completed his sentence, I wondered why he
didn’t want me. “Well damn, why don’t you find me attractive?”
“Oh Jimmy, I
didn’t say that. I just don’t see why I should order you at this time. There
are plenty of obvious reasons. The most important being that you’re so fucking
manly it hurts. I can tell just by the way you walked in here that you’re
trying way too hard to be a man.” Alex leaned back in his chair with a smug
look on his face.
“What? That
doesn’t make any sense.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked at him
sideways.
“Fuck Jimmy,
when we were in the kitchen you weren’t wearing any mitts or using a towel to
get hot buns out of the oven. Why? Because you think it might show you as weak.
You’re probably one of those who watches sports shows, drinks beer, and puts
your hand down your pants while scratching your balls with your legs wide open,
just because you think that’s manly.” He put his hands up, signaling quotes.
“Ugh, I know you’re your type, Jimmy LaCosta. The name fits you too, Italian
American, yeah?”
What the
fuck, why did he just read me like a book?
Buylinks Amazon
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Time To Make the Donuts by Raiywa
Available in February at Amazon, All Romance,
and Smashwords
Blurb: Andre, a customer, comes in and pays him a visit. The two
lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. Because of this,
Christopher decides to pursue when Andre passes him his card. He wonders what
the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t
give it much thought.
Little
does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a
secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the
secrets of the shop as well as convince him to sell his shop and become part of
the national chain.
When
Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a
rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he
give up his shop under the pressure the well known franchise?
Excerpt:
With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood
behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher
finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt
better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about
the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the
restaurant since two a.m.
He pushed the double doors open as he came from
the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They
were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels.
Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the
waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked
to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest
delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone
in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that
other place could provide.
While waving at a couple of regulars,
Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he
always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.
Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you
look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup
of coffee for a lady in front of her.
“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being
bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t
they get the message?”
“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”
“No on the cell and all because that one girl
that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d
be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the
restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.
“You wish. You just don’t share anything
important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I
could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”
Christopher stopped immediately and glared at
her. “You’d never.”
She drew up her lips. Within seconds she
guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just
messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d
help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know
I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel
comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”
Christopher choked a little from the slap and
let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if
she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he
liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could
help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but
he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.
“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his
tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that.
Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”
She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I
swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in
heaven, right?”
A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and
took her bag.
Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to
stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”
“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should
go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.”
She nodded and turned to him.
“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse,
he’s just not what I’m looking for.”
The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell
are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a
little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean
disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”
“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do
it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm,
well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he
does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I
didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I
gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about
done?”
The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if
I need ya.”
“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder.
“To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”
“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went
through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse
could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had
something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse
about.
RAWIYA is the more
sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first book, Time to
Make the Donuts will be out
in Feb of 2012 from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now
will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the
latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark
and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs
regularly at Erotic Dairies
and Wicked Sexy Writers.
For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.
BIO: BLMorticia considers herself
the snarky and wicked side of author Sharita Lira so expect her to tap into the
taboo and unleash her fantasies on the world through her words. When not
writing, she does biweekly posts at fellow author Blak Rayne’s blog, http://blakraynebooks.blogspot.com,
posts with Rawiya at Erotic Diaries and
a feature with fellow Rebel Cassandre Dayne called the Wicked Women Wednesdays.
For more information, please visit, http://www.thelitriad.com and to ask any
questions, email srlmort71@gmail.com.
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TY Dawn for having us!
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