What
I'm Grateful For
Hello! I hope
you enjoyed your holiday season. It's always in the beginning of the year that
I look back on all the things I'm grateful for. My family, of course. I
have a terrific husband and two grown, fabulous children in college. Also, some
dear friends and co-workers.
But this year I find myself being
most grateful for my online friends. Being a gay erotic romance writer, I don't
have a lot in common with the other writers who live in my area. Sure, I've
tried different writing groups, but most of them have gone the self-publishing
route. Not that there's anything wrong with that! But it is different. We can't discuss contracts and deadlines and the
difference between a good and bad editor. At least not in the same context.
But since I've been published, I
have met some of the most wonderful, friendly people online! Mostly other
authors with the same publishing houses I'm with. But also readers who've made
a connection to my various characters. I can rely on their suggestions and
writing tips and finding new outlets to promote my work.
But mostly it's the close
friendships that I've made within the writing community that I treasure. We're
in this together! Triumphs and failures, good and bad reviews. I can always
depend on them to bring me up during a trying day, and they know that I'll do
my best to do the same.
We share release day parties and
blog tours and Birthday greetings. Also, we have our writing in common, and it
is so nice to discuss the nuances and intricacies of erotic romance with people
who understand where I'm coming from and can give me practical and often
hilarious advice.
I realize not everyone agrees
that 'online' friends are real, but to me, when I can contact them with a
problem and they drop everything to help and support me, well, isn't that what
friends do?
If you'd like to be one of my
online friends, you can contact me here:
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock
Amazon
Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dianne-Hartsock/e/B005106SYQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1361897239&sr=8-1
Shelton's a man who fell in love
with his friend and roommate. Here's an excerpt from Merry Christmas Shelton.
Merry Christmas Shelton
Can
Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and one hot
redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?
Excerpt:
Shelton
snuggled into the soft quilts, safe and warm while the wind howled against the
thick walls of the cabin. A stray gust blew down the chimney, causing the
flames to dance and crackle behind the screen. Firelight flickered on the
ceiling and Shelton watched it mingle with the blue and green reflections from
the Christmas tree in the corner.
The clock
on the mantle chimed midnight and he smiled. Christmas Eve. Nevil snorted and
moved restlessly and Shelton rolled to his side, spooning up against the sleek
body that even after two and a half years together could still drive him crazy
with need. His darling sighed and settled back into sleep, and Shelton nuzzled
his neck, pleasantly sore and sated from their earlier love-making.
His face
heated as he recalled the things his lover had done with him. Shelton pressed
his eyes into his darling's shoulder blade, slightly embarrassed even though
Nevil slept and didn't see him. They'd spent the day cross-country skiing, then
returned to the cabin and warmed up in the shower. Afterward, they sipped a
bottle of wine in front of the fireplace.
Nevil had
stolen a candy cane from the tree. "Desert," he explained, settling
into the quilts with an arm across Shelton's bare shoulders. Shelton watched
the red and white stripes disappear between his lover's perfect lips and his
dick thickened. Nevil caught his rapt gaze, leaned over, and gave him a
peppermint kiss.
"Taste?"
he asked and held the candy to Shelton's lips. Shelton caught the cane between
his teeth and his darling gasped slightly as he sucked with purpose on the
sweet end. "Oh, lord," Nevil said, sounding breathless, and pushed
Shelton down and straddled him. His hard cock pushed against Shelton's stomach
when he stretched across him and licked at the cane still caught in his lips.
Removing
the candy, Nevil gave him a deep, lingering kiss, then pulled back, a gleam of
mischief in his eyes. "I know somewhere else I'd like to stick this,"
he confessed and gave the candy a provocative lick.
Shelton
blinked, though he shouldn't have been surprised by anything Nevil's wicked
imagination suggested. "I'm not sure..."
His
sweetheart chuckled, but his voice was a caress when he bent to Shelton's ear
and whispered, "Let me pleasure you, love."
1 comment:
Thanks for having me as your guest today, Dawn!
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