Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Welcome SA Garcia Today


A Chat with Carl and Marcelino from Cupid Knows Best

Hello, readers! Today I want to sit down with my men Carl and Marcelino from “Cupid Knows Best” and hear what makes them tick. Although I know them well, gee, I created them, I am sure I’ll discover something new about them.

S.A.G.: I love getting together with you two. Are you ready for my questions?

Marcelino: “Do we both get to answer the questions?”

S.A.G.: Absolutely. Let me warn you these questions swerve between silly and normal.

Carl: “Oh no, that sort of interview. Mind if I light up a little herbal mind stimulant?”

S.A.G.: Usually I don’t allow smoking in the house but I’ll make an exception for you. Just don’t blow the smoke at me. I am extremely susceptible to a contact high. I learned that in college.

Carl: “Hey, that’s cool, I won’t be a bad boy. You know what? Wine works for me.” -lifts wineglass- I’ll sip instead of smoke.”

S.A.G: Thanks. I appreciate your consideration. Are you both settled in? Great. Try the grapes; they’re really sweet. Here we go. Which are you, a key or a lock?

Marcelino: “That’s easy. I am definitely a key. I like to open up new experiences. Wait, are you asking about sex?”

S.A.G: I’m just asking the question.

Marcelino: “If it’s about sex, then I am a lock because my wonderful Carl unlocks my every sexual fantasy.”

Carl: “Aww, that’s sweet, kiddo. Even if it has nothing to do with unlocking my man, I think of myself as a key. I like to unlock my students to new artistic possibilities. Man, do I sound pretentious or what?”

Marcelino: “You sound pretentious? Not in any century!” smooches

S.A.G.: Guys, please, seeing you two kiss is distracting. I know when you two start kissing, sometimes you can’t stop what comes next.

Marcelino: “I swear we’ll keep our clothing on.”

S.A.G.: Thank you. I am only human. What’s next? When you walk into an unfamiliar room, what’s the first thing you notice?

Marcelino: “If someone cares about the room enough to add life to it. I look for details like flowers, live plants, those little details. Silk flowers turn me right off.”

Carl: “You hate silk flowers?”

Marcelino: “Absolutely.”

Carl: “Good to know.”

S.A.G.: I don’t like them either. I like fresh or even dried flowers.

Marcelino: “Yes! I love lotus pods, reeds, yarrow; anything that dries but remains cheerful enough to liven up a room. I’ve tried to dry roses but they always end up sorta pinky brown.” glares at Carl “Why are you laughing?”

Carl: “You sound like Martha Stewart.”

Marcelino: “I do not!”

Carl: “Okay, even if you do sound like her, you are far sexier than she is.”

Marcelino: “Of course I am. You have convinced me that I am the sexiest man alive.”

S.A.G: Hey, stop tickling each other. I know where that will lead. Let’s move along. You are being served dinner as a restaurant and the server dumps soup in your lap. How do you react?

Marcelino: “It’s an honest mistake. Making a scene is silly.”

Carl: “What Marcel said. Being a waiter is a sucky job. Mistakes happen. I waited tables during my college years and sometimes you fuck up. The best was when I dropped an expensive bottle of wine. So much for my tips that week!”

S.A.G.: If something nasty happened, would you still tip the waiter?

Marcelino: “Of course, well, as long as he apologizes. I have to say one time a waited dumped a slice of carrot cake into my friend’s lap and he didn’t apologize! He acted like my friend had done something wrong. Can you imagine? What a rude jerk. No tip for him.”

Carl: “He didn’t apologize? That sucks.”

Marcelino: “It does. You know what’s worse? When you waiter quits after you have ordered your food. We ordered our food, sat there waiting and waiting until we asked another waiter what the hell was going on? Oh, our waiter had quit! Boom, right in the middle of his shift. Next they had the nerve to bring us the food that had sat there for like an hour. Excuse me? Talk about rude! Another time— oh sorry, I’m rambling. Sorry!”

S.A.G.: Not a problem! Now, imagine you wake up one morning and discover you have turned green.

Marcelino: “Why?”

S.A.G.: No reason.

Carl: Turning green sounds cool! I’d be the ultimate green man from Celtic fantasy. I’d have super powers. I would force living growth into every last crack and crevice.”

Marcelino: “Including my cracks and crevices?”

Carl: *winks* “Why not? You’d look cute with ivy growing out of your ears.”

S.A.G.: Enough with the smooching! Are you done groping each other? Great. Get ready: here’s a brain teaser. You are in a pitch-black room. You need matching socks and you have 19 grey socks and 25 black socks. What are the chances you will get a matching pair?

Carl: “I only wear socks in the winter.”

Marcelino: “I never wear black or gray socks.”

S.A.G.: I’ll mark this as neither of you want to answer the question.

Marcelino: “Okay, a fifty percent chance. Am I right?”

S.A.G: “ I don’t know.”

Marcelino: tosses hair “There, then I am right. Or correct. I win.”

S.A.G.: Okay, no more math-oriented questions. Great. This one might be more to your liking. You walk into a room of strangers and catch someone looking at you in abject hatred. How do you react?

Carl: “Abject hatred? Ha, I bet the person is related to my one ex-lover’s mother, you know, the one who is head of the photography department. That entire family hates my guts. I’d walk up, smile in full wattage, and introduce myself just to see them squirm.”

S.A.G.: I like your style.

Marcelino: “I know I’d feel really angry. What right does someone I have never met have to look at me in abject hatred? I’d walk over ask and ask why are they looking at me like I am a bug? I don’t tolerate such nonsense. I went through too much of that with my grandparents after I came out. No one looks at me in hatred without a good reason.”

Carl: “Mmm, you are too damned sexy when you’re angry.”

Marcelino: “Stop!

S.A.G.: Boys, I swear I am going to make you sit on opposite sides of the room. Stop the groping!

Carl: “It’s your fault. You made my man too sexy for words.”

S.A.G.: Guilty as charged! I am afraid to ask this one: If you had to apply a label to yourself, what would it be?

Marcelino: “Sexy Set Designer.’”

Carl: “I Have Work in the MoMA.”

S.A.G.: Carl, I thought you might say that.

Carl: “Everyone needs an ego boost, right?”

S.A.G: Exactly. Here’s another brain teaser. What do wood and alcohol have in common?

Carl: “They can’t have sex.”

Marcelino: “They can’t kiss you.”

S.A.G.: There are many different answers to the silly question.

Marcelino: “They can’t talk.”

Carl: “Or take me out to dinner.”

Marcelino: “Drive a car.”

S.A.G.: Great, wonderful, stop smirking at me! Let’s trot out this one; using a scale of one to ten, how smart are you?

Marcelino: “Some days I swear I drop down to a four but most of the time I think I am a six.”

Carl: “Seriously? I think you’re an eight.”

Marcelino: “No! I mean ten is like a genius. Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I am far from being a genius.”

Carl: “I’m a solid five with peaks of eight.”

S.A.G.: Lovely self-confidence. Here’s a silly one. The cow jumps over the moon. What day is it?

Marcelino: “Friday.”

Carl: “The day I smoked too much pot.”

S.A.G.: Not a surprise. Why is a carrot more orange than an orange?

Marcelino: “It tries harder.”

Carl: “Aren’t they close in color?”

S.A.G.: Carrots are more orange in tone.

Carl: “Are we talking the outer peel or the inner flesh? An orange’s inner flesh is extremely orange. What about a blood orange? They’re red inside.”

S.A.G.: Fine. You guys are brutal. Onward! If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

Marcelino: “You succeeded.”

Carl: “Yep.”

S.A.G.: That’s it?

Marcelino: “It’s logical.”

S.A.G.: I can see I am loosing your attention. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Carl: “Sounds fine to me.”

Marcelino: “Yep, morons like some of my relatives and Republicans.”

Carl: “Good point. Let’s kiss on it.”

S.A.G: You guys really want me to go away.

Marcelino: “Nothing personal, but yes. It’s been hours since we made love.”

S.A.G.: Fine, I’ll finish up. Why is it that night falls, but day breaks? Guys? Can you stop kissing and answer the question?

Carl: “Night is dark and dark is heavier which makes it fall.”

Marcelino: “But day is bright. Why does it break? Maybe because day breaks night’s darkness.”

Carl: “How poetic.”

S.A.G.: Two more questions. Honest. Why is common sense so uncommon?

Carl: “Because most people never listen to their soul. They follow the pack and make bad decisions. Everyone needs to listen to their heart and soul.”

Marcelino: “I agree. Too many people don’t trust their instincts. They act like sheeple.”

S.A.G.: I agree with you. Okay, here’s the last question: What do you believe will last forever?

Marcelino: “Our love. That’s what you want to hear, correct?”

S.A.G.: As long as it’s the truth, yes.

Carl: “I have suffered through many relationships but I sense this one will last. We really click. Cupid blessed us.”

Marcelino: “He did?”

S.A.G.: That sounds like a wonderful exit point. Thanks, guys, for talking to me.

Marcelino: “Wait, hold on, what does Cupid has to do with us?”

S.A.G.: Carl, don’t look at me like that. I leave the explanation to you. Good luck and thanks for putting up with me. Time to let people read about you.

BLURB:

When it comes to his professional life, photographer Carl Conrad is at the top of his game. He molds impressionable minds at university by day and jets off to Paris for gallery showings on long weekends. Unfortunately, he pays for it with his disastrous personal life: Carl kicked his boyfriend to the curb after one too many punches, so now it’s just him and his hamsters, one of which he suspects may be a space alien.

Then Cupid takes pity on Carl and hits him where it hurts. It takes Carl all of three seconds to fall head over heels in lust with set design student Marcelino Moya, despite the man’s questionable—okay, deplorable—fashion sense. Convincing Marcelino to give him a chance is the hard part, but Carl is up for the challenge, pun definitely intended.

Marcelino plays hard to get, but he isn't immune to Carl's charms. Carl talks him around to dinner, dating, and eventually moving in. There's just one tiny word standing between Carl and perfect happiness. Why won't Marcelino say it?

 EXCERPT:
The perky young agent smiled in welcome. I had hoped he would serve us. The old grouches flanking him looked ready to rip off heads. “Good evening, gentlemen. Passports and tickets, please.”
Marcel handed him the envelope. At some point, he had turned into this two-man show’s tour operator. He adored taking care of me. The handsome agent shot Marcel an extra-sparkling smile better suited for a commercial touting toothpaste’s virtues.
Marcel leaned across the counter. “I have a question for you, Mike.”
“Yes, Mr. Moya?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have two open seats in the front section that serves free champagne before takeoff, would you?”
The agent laughed and cocked his head. “This is an extremely full flight, sir.”
What happened here? We had never discussed trying for an upgrade.
Marcel winked. His voice lowered to supreme flirtatious mode. “Please, Mike, I’m too handsome to fly in coach. Don’t you think I’m better suited for something special?” Marcel set his custom gleaming smile to stun mode.
My breath expelled in a near choke. I had never seen Marcel act in such an outrageous manner.
Mike laughed until he sputtered in embarrassment. The old grouch to the left shot Mike a peevish stare. Mike recovered and held up one finger. “Let me see, sir.”
Marcel twisted to wink at me. I grinned and shook my head in astonishment.
“Hmm, odd, I do have two open seats in envoy class. Let me waive the point fee.” He typed away. Gee, at least the generous agent moved sorry old me forward along with Mr. Oh So Special and Handsome. “There, you both sit in envoy class.”
We waved good-bye to our checked luggage. “I wish you a pleasant flight, Mr. Moya, Mr. Conrad. Envoy class comes with passes to the lounge. Here you are.”
“Thank you so much! I will raise a toast to you, Mike.” Marcel winked and blew Mike a kiss.
“My pleasure, sirs.” Mike wiggled his fingers.
We threaded through the swarming humanity pressing toward the gates. “Marcelino Moya, you’re a piece of work.”
He grinned. “Blame yourself for creating an insufferable creature who thinks the world of himself.”
“Hardly insufferable. More like charming and enchanting.”
“That works for me. Damn, look at this line! I hope we have time to score free drinks in the lounge.” Marcel crinkled his nose at me. “I told you that flying freaks me right the fuck out. Liquid courage helps my nerves.”
“I hope you don’t plan to sit there praying during takeoff and landing.”
“Hell no! I hate when people perform the deadly stunt next to me. Last year during a flight from Philadelphia to Atlanta, this older businessman clutched the chair arms and muttered to himself. He even pulled the act during the flight. He never said a word to me, just muttered and sat there with his eyes clenched shut. I thought, dude, what the hell, next time take the damned train.”
We shuffled through the security line, quietly mocking the process. I shed my watch, clogs, and one ring. For once I waltzed through the metal detector without causing a security fuss. Marcel stepped through the metal detector and set off the damned thing in fine style.
Confusion filled his face. He stepped back and tried again with the same accusing result. The aggressive TSA agent looked prepared to strip-search my suspect.
Marcel’s right hand bounced up and hit his forehead in a classic “duh” gesture. “Damn, I forgot. Nipple rings and chain!” He whipped up his red, pink, and green flower power T-shirt. The waiting audience enjoyed a fine view of his sculptured torso. “I’m sorry. See?”
Everyone admired the splendid sight. My snickers refused to die. Good thing Marcel didn’t sport a cock piercing or we would miss the plane.
The scowling male attendant did not succumb to my suspect’s charming embarrassment. “Step aside, sir, I need to wand you.”
“But you can see the problem.” Marcel swayed until his chain danced.
“Step aside now, sir.”
Poor Marcel winced and stepped aside. I gathered our items and waited on a bench. To my relief, Marcel’s muscular body set off no other alarms. Granted my lips, tongue, and cock had explored plenty of his body, but who knows, something weird he had never disclosed to me might lurk under his skin.
He chatted during his search, but nothing my lover said made the determined-to-ignore-him agent acknowledge his charm. Poor Marcel escaped the mustached avenger’s scrutiny in cringing chagrin. His weight slumped down next to me. I handed over his orange Keds.
One hand waved in the air. “I totally forgot about my rings and chain. How embarrassing. Still, why did the sourpuss dragon act like I planned to steal the plane? I guess nipple rings make me dangerous. How fucking stupid.” An annoyed huff broke free. “Now I really need liquid courage.” He consulted his watch and sighed in relief. “Good, we have forty-five minutes before boarding. Come on, Officer, let’s hustle and score free wine.”
I followed Marcel’s wake in smiling obedience. He proved better at plowing through the human gauntlet standing between the lounge and his need. Face it, Marcel’s smile granted him pushy grace.

About S.A. Garcia

Thirty years ago, I started writing gay male romance. My writing remained a secret lest my friends thought me a freak. Writing about men inserting tab A into slot B didn’t seem the norm for a suburban female teenager. Reading Gordon Merrick, John Rechy and Larry Kramer helped me fill in the serious informational gaps. Yes, I read those books in my bedroom. No wonder.

As the years progressed and I discovered my sexual orientation, I still wrote gay male romance, although the stories progressed from lurking in notebooks to hiding on the computer. I wrote fantasies, contemporaries, bodice rippers; I chugged along following my muse.

Now I am glad I kept the writing faith. After six published novellas and novels along with a few spicy short stories, my life has turned into a fun quandary of too many stories hindered by my slow typing skills. I accept the silly challenge and blunder onward into more trauma, drama and humor. I just hope I can keep up with men who insist on running off with the plots!



My books are also for sale at the usual locations. Thanks for reading and thanks to Dawn for having me here today!












Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Latest Releases from Dreamspinner Press


All Ghosts and Spirits eBooks will be 25% off through October 31.
www.dreamspinnerpress.com

Latest Releases for Week of October 29th, 2012


Compulsion by Clare London
Length: Novel | Genre: Mystery/Suspense
Available in E-book & Print

The past always catches up with you. Max Newman should know—he’s been running from his ever since he dropped out of Uni and made a disastrous move to the seedier side of London. Now he’s returned to Brighton to lick his wounds. Though Max believes the club scene is better left behind him, one night he lets his friends drag him out dancing. And suddenly the simple life he’s tried to lead gets complicated.

At Compulsion, the Medina Group’s newest hotspot, Max meets Seve Nunez, a member of the Medina management and a man used to taking what he wants. The sexual chemistry between Max and Seve immediately leads to an intimate encounter in the backyard of the club—just the kind of dangerous behavior Max tried to leave behind. Despite that, he can't help but crave more, and Seve seems just as eager.

But Max soon suspects that Seve may not be the scrupulous businessman he claims. Max has seen the Medina Group at work before, and what he saw got a good friend killed. He's not sure what future he has with Seve, but he'll have to decide whether to trust in Seve’s innocence or keep running. The wrong choice could land them both in mortal danger.

No Shadows Fall by L. J. Labarthe
Sequel to No Surrender, No Retreat /Archangel Chronicles: Book Three 
Length: Novel | Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal: Angels and Demons
Available in E-book & Print

Newly bonded Archangels Michael and Gabriel are torn from their idyllic island retreat by the singing of hymns heralding stunning news: Gabriel’s ancient foe, Semjaza, has escaped from his prison in the stars and now seeks revenge and utter conquest.

With the wisdom of Archangel Raziel to guide them and help coming from the most unlikely of quarters, Gabriel and Michael join with the Brotherhood of Archangels to hunt Semjaza down and finish him once and for all. Because Semjaza's return to Earth doesn't threaten just Gabriel and his loved ones—it threatens the whole of humanity.

But even more danger lurks in the shadows, threatening the Brotherhood from within. If Gabriel and Semjaza finally face each other in single combat, will Gabriel survive the contest, or will Michael lose his one true love?

Crow and Firefly by Sam C. Leonard

Length: Novella | Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal: Werewolves/Shapeshifters
Available in E-book only

The laws of man and nature are harsh and decisive: Unwed mothers are not allowed to raise their children, and shapehifters must wed and consummate the marriage to satisfy the magic that would otherwise render them beasts forever upon the morning of their twenty-third birthday.

With the life of his sister and newborn nephew at stake, shapeshifter Ari is trapped in a castle and compelled to accept a situation he’d dreaded: he is forced to marry Lord Dagur, a man he’s never met. A man called “The Cruel.” A man he fears, and not just because he fancies someone else.





Ghosts in the Wind by Marguerite Labbe
Length: Novel | Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal: Ghosts/Spirits
Available in E-book & Print

Andrei Cuza and Dean Marshall celebrated their tenth anniversary only to have their happiness shattered by a random, insane event: On his way home from closing a business deal, Dean stops on the parkway to help a young mother with her flat tire, and her ex arrives, murders them, and takes off with his two kids.

Ghosts have haunted Andrei all his life. He bears the guilt for his sister being stuck in limbo, because ghosts are frozen at the moment they died, unable to adapt to the changes in their living loved ones. When Dean returns to Andrei as a ghost, the double punch of losing him and having to watch him founder if he doesn’t move on is almost more than Andrei can bear.

Despite dangers in limbo—Jackal Wraiths that devour souls are hunting him—Dean isn’t going anywhere until he helps Andrei track down the missing children. Andrei is in danger as well when he pays dearly to feel Dean’s touch one last time. Time is slowly running out as Dean and Andrei try to say good-bye while they track a killer who’s more than happy to kill again.

A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.

Day of the Dead: A Romance by Erik Orrantia
Length: Novel | Genre: Contemporary
Available in E-book & Print

“I’ll see you in a few days. I won’t say good-bye, then, but hasta luego.” Until later. A later that never came. After visiting his sick mother in Mexico, Arturo didn’t return to San Francisco. With an expired tourist visa and a lover and business to get back to, he risked reentering the US illegally but never made it across the border.

Haunted by constant thoughts of Arturo, Joe has to carry on in his absence and the lingering despair of loss as he relives their past. His responsibilities to both their restaurant and to Chava, a troubled, hot-tempered young man they’d taken in, demand Joe pull himself together.

But Chava’s past is never far behind. Caught in the middle, Joe must make a choice. In the aftermath, he decides to visit Arturo’s parents. It’s a desperate bid for peace, but Joe isn’t sure revisiting his memories will be enough to help him move on, even when later finally arrives on the Day of the Dead.

Forever by Tinnean
Sequel to Houseboat on the Nile /Spy vs. Spook: Book Three 
Length: Novel | Genre: Mystery/Suspense 
Available in E-book & Print

Lately, life is both sweet and sour for intelligence operatives Mark Vincent and Quinton Mann. The sweet is they’re settling into a relationship; Mark has found a condo in Alexandria with the help of Quinn’s mother, Portia; and Mark and Quinn are looking forward to spending the holidays in the Caribbean.

As for the sour, something shadier than usual is going on at Langley. Useless missions and sleepless nights are leaving Quinn exhausted, and then Portia’s life is threatened. When Quinn discovers the accident was no accident and the egomaniacal Senator Wexler is involved, he’s out for blood.

To this point, Mark has stayed out of Quinn’s CIA business. But hurting Quinn and those he loves isn’t on the table, so at Mark’s instigation, they set out together to deal with Wexler. The only catch: it’s the first time Quinn will see Mark at his deadly best, and Mark isn’t sure how his lover will react.


Monday, October 29, 2012

Welcome Cassandra Carr


Do readers mind when authors who write in different sub-genres?
by Cassandra Carr

Recently, I turned my first m/m story into Loose Id. I haven't heard whether or not it's been accepted, but if it is, it'll put my work into another sub-genre. I already write erotic m/f, menage, and BDSM. So I have wondered, will readers mind if I branch off into another sub-genre like m/m? I don't plan to abandon my other sub-genres, so I hope not, but these are questions that we, as authors, agonize over.

Will my m/f books lag if I start writing m/m? If you like my BDSM books will you find my m/m too tame? The questions swirl around in your mind until you're pretty sure you're off your rocker. We do everything we possibly can to make our readers happy and to never "break the contract" with the reader.

What does "breaking the contract" mean? Simply put, do I deliver on my promise when you get to the end of one of my books? Are the hero and heroine (or hero and hero, or hero and hero and heroine, etc as the case may be), together and happy at the end? Did I keep my readers' trust or did I do something in my plot that makes them want to throw the book across the room?

As I venture out into more sub-genres these questions only multiply. Can I write a believable BDSM book? Will my m/m book sound like a woman writing a male point-of-view?

It's pretty easy to see why some authors never stray out of their comfort zone - that one sub-genre that sold for them, so they just keep reinventing themselves within that area. There's nothing wrong with that, but I don't think I could do that. I'd get bored.

So what do you think? Do readers get annoyed when we as authors write in several sub-genres of erotic romance?

BLURB FOR DOUBLE VISION:
Everything Red knew about relationships is called into question when he stumbles upon his roommate Fredrik and his girlfriend Liz going at it hot and heavy and Liz invites him to join them. Struggling with recovering from a knee injury, the young defenseman doesn't know what to make of his attraction to Liz--after all, she's his teammate's woman, right?

As an older player, Fredrik's been around the rink a time or ten, and he knows he has an awesome thing going with Liz. He envisions a future with her, but isn't sure how their interludes with Red fit into the long-term picture. 

Liz thinks Fredrik's her forever-guy, but her sudden attraction to Red is causing doubts. The more they play together in the bedroom, the more their outside lives--and emotions-- become entangled. When the unthinkable happens, all three must take a hard look at what they want and make some surprising decisions in the process.  

EXCERPT:
Every cell in Rick “Red” Armstrong’s body wept with relief. He’d just finished his most grueling PT session yet and couldn’t wait to plop on the couch and watch movies for the rest of the day. The older defenseman Fredrik, whom he lived with, had a huge-ass TV. Red liked to say the people were life-sized in the movies they both loved to watch. The season was starting soon, and he needed to take as much time as he could to rest before the rigors of training camp and the marathon season began.
Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water and downed half of it in one long gulp, wiping his mouth with his hand as he exited the room through the swinging door. His thoughts about what movies he would pick of the hundreds Fredrik kept on hand flew out of his head as he stopped dead.
Fredrik and his girlfriend Liz were going at it hot and heavy on the couch. Liz’s long brown hair was tangled in Fredrik’s hand as he pulled her head back. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, but Red knew they were a rich brown. Sure, Liz was his roommate’s girlfriend, but Red wasn’t dead. Of course he’d noticed how hot Liz was, and yes, even though he’d felt guilty for it, she had starred in more than a few of his fantasies late at night. Between her beautiful face and curves that seriously would not quit, how could he not imagine what it would be like to fuck her? And watching her in the throes of passion right now? Holy shit. He stumbled backward, trying to give his roommate some privacy, but his ass hit the door frame and both Fredrik and Liz looked up. Red felt a flush begin in his neck and work its way up to his face. 
Damn stupid pale skin.
“I’ll…” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat, trying again. “I’ll just leave you alone.” Red’s hands were up in front of him like someone was holding a gun to his head, the bottle of water wobbling in his less-than-steady hand.
Liz smiled. “You don’t have to.”
“Huh?”
Real smooth.
“Come on over here. Join us.”
Red’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but this was some crazy shit. He knew some of his teammates had gotten into ménage relationships. Hell, he’d watched in fascination as his two goaltenders had passed their woman back and forth as they’d kissed her a couple of weeks ago when a bunch of the players were hanging out one night. But he’d never done anything like this, hadn’t even really considered it. From the way his cock twitched in his sweat shorts, though, it was clear at least one part of him was definitely considering it. Actually, more than one part was considering it. A whole lot of his parts were “all systems go.”
Liz crooked her finger, while Fredrik continued to pump in and out of her with measured thrusts as he watched Red. From his viewpoint, Red couldn’t tell which hole his roommate was utilizing, and then he mentally slapped himself. It wasn’t any business of his what his roommate was doing, but damn, did he want to know. He’d always been attracted to Liz, but he knew the bro code. You didn’t fuck with your friend’s woman. But now it seemed like they wanted him to fuck with her. Or fuck her.
He had to fight to keep the drool from running down his chin as he watched her tits sway back and forth as Fredrik kept right on going.
Mustering every ounce of self-control he possessed, Red said, “I shouldn’t. You guys need your privacy.”
Liz laughed. “If we wanted privacy, Fredrik has a perfectly good bed.” She looked down at his obvious erection pointedly. “Let me help you with that.”
Before he could censor his actions, his feet went on the move, propelling him toward Liz’s outstretched hand. “You don’t”—he cursed his inability to speak—“don’t have to do anything. I can just—”
“Go in your room and jerk off?”
“Geez,” he muttered. Then she cupped his erection through his shorts and his breath caught.
“Let her suck your cock,” Fredrik said, and Red’s gaze shot up to meet that of his teammate. “She loves to suck cock, and she’s always wanted to have a threesome. I’d let her do me, but, well…” He motioned to what he was doing. “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”
Red’s mind was reeling. Could he actually do this? “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Red looked down at Liz again. The woman was stroking his dick like it was a dog, and damn, if it didn’t sit up and beg. Sometimes being twenty-three was awesome, but when he couldn’t control his freaking hormones, it was no walk in the park.
He gasped as Liz pulled his shorts and boxers down before engulfing him in her warm, wet mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
Liz removed him from her mouth long enough to say, “No, honey, that’s what Fredrik’s doing.” With a smirk, she licked his cockhead, and he barely managed to hold in a groan of pure pleasure. It had been months since he’d been with a woman, between sustaining his knee injury during last season and then his subsequent concentration on physical therapy, and he had to admit his roommate’s girlfriend was very good at giving head. So good, in fact, Red wasn’t at all sure he was gonna last. How freaking embarrassing.
When she swallowed him again his free hand shot out, gripping her by the hair and pulling her away from his throbbing dick. “Gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“You like things a little rough? I’m okay with that.”
“No, God, no.”
“Why not? It’s fun.” Liz ran the tip of her tongue over his slit, and he sucked in a harsh breath. He felt about fifteen, his control shredded. Why did this feel so good? Was it the illicitness of the whole thing? Was Liz really that good at cocksucking, or had he used his hand for so long he’d forgotten how good a woman’s mouth could feel?
He didn’t want to analyze those questions at the moment, so instead he concentrated on thinking about everything he needed to do before the season started. It worked to a point to keep his orgasm at bay, but when Liz began to bob up and down on his dick like she was being judged in a blow job contest, he knew he was losing the battle. Red tried to pull her mouth off him, but she tightened her lips around him.
“Shit! Gonna. Come.”
Liz moaned, and that was all it took. His eyes slammed shut as a wave of sensation swept through him and he came. When he was finally able to fire a synapse in his brain, he took a giant step back and his cock dislodged from her mouth with an obscene popping noise.
“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I should’ve—”
“Hey, hey,” Liz interrupted. “I wanted it.”
“Okay.” He glanced at Fredrik, who had just returned from the bathroom. When had he finished? Red hadn’t noticed anything outside of the incredible pleasure he’d been feeling. “Okay.”
Fredrik grinned at him. “Don’t sweat it, kid. This has been a fantasy of hers, and I was happy to be able to give it to her.”
Red jerked a thumb behind him. “I’m gonna go.” Both Fredrik and Liz acted like this was no big deal, like this was something they’d been planning, but Red’s world had tilted on its axis, and he needed time to process what the hell had just happened. He pulled up his shorts and boxers and was out of the room before either of them could utter another word.
Once safely within the confines of his own bedroom, he pulled off his clothes and then jumped in the shower. Washing thoroughly, he began to worry maybe Liz wasn’t clean, but then rejected that idea, since there was no way Fredrik would get with a girl who wasn’t. They all got lectured about safe sex a couple of times a year by the trainer, and as far as he knew, none of the guys ever took risks. With the kind of careers they had, they couldn’t afford to.
Plopping on his bed after drying off, he pulled out his earbuds and blasted some tunes while he tried to straighten his head out. Why had he done it? Why had she? Why was Fredrik fine with it, even encouraging Red? And why did his cock already ache to do it again?
With a frustrated groan, he rolled onto his side. It was at times like this he wished he had a fuck buddy in Buffalo. Red snorted. Or a fuck buddy anywhere, for that matter. As far as he knew, he was a pretty decent-looking guy, yet girls didn’t flock to him like they did some of his teammates. He smiled, thinking about how many women were heartbroken that the team’s most eligible bachelors, Luc, Jake, and Carter, were all off the market. Then he wondered if it was common knowledge they were happily sharing one woman. This ménage shit was just weird.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to relax. He usually took a nap after PT, and given recent events, as long as he could get his brain to shut down, he shouldn’t have any trouble catching some shut-eye. He finally drifted off with visions of lush lips and flushed cheeks whirling in his head.

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Welcome Rhonda Laurel today



Welcome to my Reading Nook,Rhonda Laurel. Please make yourself at home and let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink.

Comfortable? Wonderful. Now let’s get started.

What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both?  
            For years I tried the seat of your pants method and it worked but it took a while.  The last novella I wrote I created an outline and I was able to more a bit quicker without losing momentum.  Going forward I will do a combination of both methods.

What did you do before you were a writer? Do you write full time?  
            I worked various jobs before deciding to write on a regular basis.  I currently write full time.

If you were going to cast the hero(s) of your book, what actor would get the part?  
            If were casting the hero for my novella Ebb Tide, I would definitely cast Shemar Moore in the role.

I know you're not supposed to show favoritism but who's been your favorite character to write?

            My favorite character so far to write has been Alejandro, who is featured in a novel I wrote and have submitted to a publisher.  He is a complicated man and he has several layers to his psyche.  And he’s absolutely gorgeous.  Lol.

Do you have a favorite TV show you can't miss?  
            NCIS! I love LeRoy Jethro Gibbs!

If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why-no it doesn't have to be from your books? 
            I would date my character Alejandro.  He is featured in a WIP I am submitting for publication.  He is an alpha male type who knows what he wants.

Please share with us some juicy details about your latest release. 
            My latest release is a short story titled Masquerade in the Etopia Press anthology Halloween Heat VI.  My character Sydney finds herself in an interesting position at a mysterious Halloween costume party.

What was your inspiration behind this book?            
            This is my first venture into erotic romance.  I wanted to expand my mind and see what I could come up with.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?  
            I don’t have a specific book but I am looking for a good suspense author to read.

Do you listen to music while you write? If so what are your favorites Artists and or albums? 
            I love to create soundtracks for all my stories.  Sting inspires me when I am in a spiritual/philosophical mood. I also like to listen to jazz while writing.

If you could go any place in the world and to any time period, what place time would you choose to visit?           
            I would go back to the 80s.  It was a highly creative time in the music industry and I get a lot of my inspiration from artists who were really big during that time.

What is your favorite super power and why do you want it? 
            I would love to read minds.

If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or an author, what would it say? 
            Caution:  Genre may change at any moment.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?  
            I love watching Family Guy and the ID channel.  Lol.

Teaser into  Masquerade/Halloween Heat Anthology VI

“Your greatest desires beckon…”


Excerpt

When Sydney Porter opened the elegant, gold-embossed invitation, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The Illuminatus Masquerade Ball held every year on Halloween was an exclusive event. So exclusive, that the attendees were not willing to discuss it afterward. She’d known a few friends who’d received invitations in the past and she’d waited with bated breath the next day for juicy details but was always told the same rehearsed statement. Hushed tales of decadent aphrodisiac foods, décor that could have been handpicked by Aphrodite herself, and elaborate costumes that were made from the finest fabrics was the only information she could get out of them. Nor would they divulge how they got the invitation.


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