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<span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span id="internal-source-marker_0.6669561494097075" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Talbot
Sauvageot has kept his wicked lifestyle underground for several years,
going from one lover to the next. Decedent rake to females by day,
passionate lover for his latest male companion at night. When he is
forced to flee Paris or face the guillotine, Talbot realizes none of the
men he has bedded over the past years burns at his soul like his dear
friend Maxime LaRue.</span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Forced
into seclusion in the forest of Bois de Lunor, he receives an
invitation from Maxime for their yearly gathering at his estate in
Varanguebec. One that Talbot has avoided the past few years. Refusing to
submit to a life without love, Talbot schemes to discover if his
childhood friend shares the same taste in pleasure as he.</span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Will Maxime submit to Talbot’s ploy or cast his friend in the shadow of death?</span></strong></span></div>
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the end of the hall, Talbot leaned against the stone wall. He teetered
to one side as he down the last of the amber liquid in his bottle.
Maxime frowned. He wanted his friend sober for their conversation. His
friend’s head swiveled and Maxime stared into Talbot’s icy blue eyes.</span></div>
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oppressive heat of the upper level accented by the high sun had Maxime
sucking in a deep breath. He tried to rationalize that the thick air
left him short of breath and not the way Talbot’s shirt lay open. Beads
of sweat glistened on his bare chest.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Talbot.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You
cannot marry her, Maxime.” The bottle slipped from Talbot’s fingers. It
clanked on the floor but did not shatter. He stumbled along the wall.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I have no choice.” He tensed as the smell of alcohol hit his nose.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“There is always a choice.” Talbot came inches from his face.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Maxime pressed against the wall, his gaze never leaving Talbot’s. “</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Non</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">, my friend. I must marry. It will not lessen our friendship. I will always welcome you under my roof.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Even if a rake like me invades your bedchamber?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Maxime let out a nervous laugh, the heat of Talbot’s skin searing his flesh. “I trust you, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">mon ami</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">. You have been in many beds but none were married women.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“It is not your future wife that should be cautious.” Talbot claimed his mouth and Maxime groaned against the invasion.</span></div>
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taste of the cognac mixed with the sweet elixir of Talbot, and Maxime
deepened the kiss. It was a maddening urge, one Maxime wanted to
resist, but he couldn’t deny the intense desire his longtime friend
sparked within him. All the women they pillaged together as they toured
the countryside, the gentle camaraderie slaps of congratulation at every
plucked maiden, nothing compared to the need Talbot drew out of him.
Maxime jerked away, gasping for air.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“This is not the way of it, Talbot. We are heavy with drink.”</span></div>
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You never were.” Talbot’s hand slipped down the front of Maxime’s
pants. “The wine was always for me so that I could love you as you
wanted to love me.”</span></div>
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his member thickened from their sinful kiss, responded to his friend’s
intimate touch. He palmed Talbot’s hand to urge his friend on. All the
women he had entered to prove his manhood to his father and friends, in
the presence of Talbot his thoughts wandered into more decadent flesh.
When he thrust into the mewing offerings of the willing daughters of
men, he never saw the wondrous glow of pale fleshy orbs but the soft
downy hairs gracing Talbot’s chiseled chest.</span></div>
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not deny me again, Maxime. Your cock will always tell the truth.”
Talbot breathed into his ear and flicked his tongue along the lobe.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Maxime!”</span></div>
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reared up and shoved Talbot away at the sound of Marcel’s voice. His
father had come home before the ink even dried on his letter. Shame bore
into Maxime’s flesh as he adjusted his clothing. “I must go greet him.”
His gaze stayed to the cold stone floor, unwilling to peer into
Talbot’s eyes. His footfalls echoed off the walls. At the bottom of the
stairs, Maxime forced a smile at the sight of his father. Beside him
stood two stocky men—both bearing the mark of the magistrate from Paris.
Maxime’s father started forward but halted in his tracks.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What is he doing here?” He pointed a frail finger toward Talbot, venom spewing from his lips.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“He is my guest, Father, as he is most summers.”</span></div>
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should have come home at once when I heard this whore disappeared in
Paris.” His father hacked and wheezed. The physical signs of his failing
health were etched in the lines cut deep in his face. Even so, the old
man bore an angry red glow on his cheeks. “This man is wanted in Paris
for sodomy. I hope you did not let the lecherous fool get you cup sodden
so he could to defile you as if you were a woman.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“He has done no such thing, I—”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Enough!”
Another bout of lung-jarring coughing rasped from his father’s chest.
“I will hear no more. At dawn, you will defend the honor of this house
against this fornicator in a duel.” He gestured to the two men beside
him. “Take him upstairs in chains and lock him in his room for now. The
guillotine is too clean of a death for him. I will have a word with my
son alone.”</span></div>
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heart lodged in his throat, threatening to constrict what precious air
he could suck in. If Maxime had the choice of his friend’s death, Talbot
would be whisked away back to Paris to face the guillotine rather than
die at the hands of his new lover. Instead, his father demanded his son
gun down his dearest friend. The long buried longing for his best friend
throughout his childhood thundered in his chest. He had to find a way
to save his friend from his fate.</span></span></strong></span></div>
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Josiah immediately holsters his gun, wraps one hand around Rafe’s
shoulder and spins him around until they’re face to face. Anger flares
through him, anger at himself for not recognizing the other male sooner,
anger at Rafe for not being where he was supposed to be in the first
place. It all comes spilling out of him before he can think twice about
it.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
“What in the fuck were you doing? What in the hell possessed you to
leave the apartment? I’ve seen your test scores, Zweil, so you’ve got
no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Josiah shakes Rafe hard once before letting go of the submissive as if
burned. Raking a hand through his blond hair he stalks towards the
nearest switch and turns the dial all the way up until the apartment is
flooded with light. In the now bright room he can see Rafe’s face
clearly, can see an anger that matches his own rising up in the man,
which is at odds with the mostly meek behavior he’s shown to Josiah
since they’ve been together.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Marx</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">,
or that you’re apparently my warden. Although I suppose that was a
foolish assumption to make. After all a cage is still a cage even if
the bars are pretty this time around.”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Damn it all to hell, Rafe, that’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
“Are you sure about that, Josiah? Do you really not want to keep me
locked away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else
seems to?”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Josiah has no control over himself as he lunges forward, buries one
hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks the submissive forward. Their lips
meet harshly, all teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue
roughly along the seam of Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his
chest when the he opens for him. Josiah sweeps inside, his tongue
tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive
against the nearest wall.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
They fit together perfectly, the long lean plains of Rafe’s body
slotting into the more thickly muscled valleys of Josiah’s as if they’d
been carved from the same single piece of stone, broken and divided and
only now reunited. Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel of Rafe
pressed against him and his cock hardens instantly at the combined
sensations of touch and taste. Rafe echoes his groan and the sound of
pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s arousal, making him
helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their bodies together
and Rafe further against the wall.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Their tongues slide against and around each other, spit slick and eager
to taste, to consume one another. Josiah knew it would be like this,
knew it would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on
Rafe. His hand loosens its tight grip in Rafe’s hair and slides slowly
through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly around the back of the
submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to completely dominate
the other male. Rafe breaks the kiss, gasping for air and moaning
openly as his head tips back, pressing deeper into the grip on his neck
and exposing his throat and collar to Josiah’s hungry gaze. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
It’s an instinctual move, the desire to show off for a dominant, the
urge to entice a fitting and worthy partner with his unclaimed status,
and the sight of it has Josiah practically snarling in victory. Rafe
wants him as well, wants to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah
wants to be the one doing the claiming. If he didn’t, if their desires
didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully,
would not be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into
claiming him.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
His hand tightens slightly, as his head dips down until he can taste
Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue across the tempting expanse, and
suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable skin. He runs his tongue across
the smooth surface of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies
and dragging lightly across the sensitive area where silver meets skin.
Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens his hand in reprimand,
pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s knees weaken at the
silent command even as the submissive obeys and stills.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Josiah pulls himself away from the mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe,
dragging his lips and tongue up across the exposed side of his neck so
that he can whisper hotly in the submissive’s ear.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Such a good boy, Rafe, such a sweet, beautiful boy. You were made to be ruled, made for me to own.”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> He claims Rafe’s mouth in another searing kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it prompts.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
“You’ll be so pretty for me, won’t you? So sweet and delicious when I
have you begging, wanting what only I can give you. I can’t wait to
have you bare and spread open before me.”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Rafe shudders, a full body tremor that Josiah can feel perfectly, and
it goes straight to his cock. He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with
his free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back
against the wall. He feels Rafe go still against him, the tiny, almost
unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it doesn’t really
register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need that’s
slowly taking him over.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “P-Please, Josiah.” </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
The plea comes out quietly, almost too quietly, and when Josiah hears
it he takes it as a plea for more, more touch, more sensation. Just
more. So he rocks his body against Rafe’s again as he mouths at the
sensitive skin behind his ear. He loves the feel of his cock rubbing
against the submissive’s, even muted as it is by the multiple layers of
leather and cloth. It’s a heady feeling, something he wants more of
even though it’s enough to drive him mad. He wants Rafe bare, wants to
feel all of that silky skin against his own as he takes the other man
down and apart.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Oh the things I’ll make you do. I’ll make you love me and what I can give you."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">“Do I get a chance for a second date?” Aaron asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Oliver gripped the handle of the driver’s side door of his silver Prius. “Yeah, I’d like that.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Oliver
became suddenly aware of how close Aaron was to him. The tall soldier
put his hand on Oliver’s hip. “I’m glad,” he said. His voice, eyes, his
whole demeanor was seductive.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Oliver
didn’t feel like he could breathe. He could feel the heat coming from
the man. He wanted Aaron to kiss him. “You…you could kiss me,” he
whispered, surprising himself.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Aaron
smiled and gently caressed Oliver’s cheek. Oliver felt himself getting
lightheaded as those full lips approached his. When they kissed,
Oliver’s knees went weak. His lips parted and Aaron’s tongue gently
probed into his mouth. Being in Aaron’s arms was everything Oliver had
imagined it would be. He was sure that if Aaron asked, he would do
anything the soldier wanted right there in the parking lot.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Aaron
pulled away from the kiss and Oliver followed, stumbling forward into
Aaron’s arms. Oliver could feel himself blushing. He finally regained
the ability to stand on his own and stumbled back against his car door.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">“You’re damn cute,” Aaron said. He kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Can I get your number?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Oliver rattled off the digits, still feeling a bit lightheaded</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Aaron smiled. “You have a good night, sweetheart.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Aaron
kept the mental image of Oliver after their first kiss in his mind as
he settled down to sleep. For the first time since returning home, he
slept with no nightmares.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">He
felt invigorated the next morning and got in an excellent work out. He
was feeling so good that he called his mother. He knew she’d been
worrying about him after the week he’d spent visiting on leave. He hoped
that she felt better after their conversation. Aaron didn’t want his
mother to worry. He didn’t mention Oliver to her yet, feeling it was too
soon for that. When he hung up the phone, he was confident that his mom
would be reassured.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Aaron
took advantage of his good mood and started to run errands. He got his
hair cut and went grocery shopping for the first time since getting
back. He watched the clock. He didn’t want to call Oliver while the
young man was at work and he also didn’t want to appear desperate. He
decided that sometime in the evening would be best. It was hard not to
stare at his watch as the minutes ticked by. Aaron was anxious to set up
another date. His mind was glued on the little moments from the night
before, like how his skin tingled when their fingers brushed over the
chips and salsa and how Oliver had blushed at that every time, even when
it became clear Aaron was doing it on purpose. There was something in
Oliver’s eyes and the way he smiled that made Aaron feel like a human
being again, instead of just some pawn in a war that was bigger than
him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Oliver
spent the entire day wondering if Aaron would actually call. After
getting off work, he turned the ringer on his cell phone all the way up,
just so he wouldn’t miss the call. Around six, he got a little nervous.
He felt a bit foolish, waiting for the call like he was. Aaron hadn’t
specified that he would be calling today. Oliver knew he shouldn’t get
all worked up.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">He
couldn’t figure out what it was Aaron saw in him. The man was
undeniably gorgeous and yet had ignored the advances of the man at the
next table to the point that Oliver wondered if Aaron had noticed it at
all. Aaron had a way of making Oliver feel comfortable, which was no
easy task. Then, there was that wonderful kiss that had absolutely swept
Oliver away. He had to admit, he’d had his head in the clouds ever
since, but it was time to come down. Oliver didn’t think the call would
be coming.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Just when he was about to give up, his phone rang.</span></span></div>
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Blake feels lost after his best friend settles down with a mate. They
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When Gage meets a foreign bear near his bathing pond, he’s
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Blake
had survived the night in his little alcove. As soon as the morning
light woke him, he restarted his search for the prospector’s cabin
Redden spoke of. It couldn’t be too much farther now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He
stopped when he reached a spring-fed pond. It was clear and fresh and
likely freezing cold. The crystal clear water tempted him, reminding him
how thirsty he was from all his frequent exertion. Blake bent over for a
drink, still cautious not to shift and give off the scent of the enemy.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“You
don’t belong here.” The voice came from his right side. It was the
deepest baritone he’d heard in a long time. It had a gravelly, masculine
quality that grabbed his attention. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">When he turned to look, there was a man watching him. He hadn’t even heard him approach, which he mentally scolded himself for.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">The
stranger was a god. He had a rustic appeal, with dark hair, and muscle
upon muscle packed onto his large frame. Blake swallowed hard, rising to
his feet. He may have been attracted to pretty boys in the past, but
all that had changed in the span of two seconds. Part of him determined
the man must be a bear shifter, while the other part said it was just
one of those loggers or hunters who frequented the bar back home. It was
odd being so close to a taller man, one with shoulders broad enough to
swallow his shadow from the early morning light. As a Marcelle he was
used to being the largest, the one to be reckoned with. Now he felt
smaller than a mouse and wasn’t sure how that made him feel. The longer
the man stared at him, the more he realized it made him feel hot. Hot
and bothered. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“I’m just passing through. Looking for a cabin that’s supposed to be at the base of the Three Mountains.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“That’s another hour from here. What business do you have there? Where’s your camping party?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Just
me.” He held his breath, wondering who this man was and if he saw him
as a threat. The guy could snap him in two if he wanted, but he stood
still, his bulky body rooted in place. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“What are you called?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Do you mean, what’s my name?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">The man nodded once.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Blake.”
He almost mentioned the Marcelle Pack name. It was right on the tip of
his tongue, as he was a proud member, but he stopped himself. If this
was a bear, he’d know the name was associated with wolves. If he was
human, he would be suspicious with the talk of packs.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“I’m called Gage.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gage’s
eyes were black orbs, so deep he could drown in them. He had a
penetrating stare, a quiet strength unlike anything Blake had ever
experienced before. Although he’d come across some bad-ass wolves in his
days, they had nothing on this man’s intimidating presence. Was Blake
delirious from lack of sleep and proper food? Or was he more pent up
than he expected, even finding this rustic stranger desirable?</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Great. Do you think you could point me in the right direction?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">The
man stepped closer and then circled him, moving like a predator. He had
over a week’s worth of scruff on his face, a light sprinkling of hair
on his defined pecs, and a dark trail leading to a very well-hung cock.
Nothing about Gage should register with his libido. He’d always gone for
the blond, lean-muscled men who he could dominate. Now all he wanted
was to be owned by this brute of a man.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“You’re unusual,” said Gage. “Where are your clothes?” He acted as if Blake was an alien, something he’d never encountered.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Where are yours?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gage
scowled, continuing to look him over as if he were an object he wanted
to own. Did he want to be owned, claimed? Unfortunately the dark-haired
god made controlling his raw sexuality an impossibility. His cock
thickened as it hardened, protruding from his body. There was just
something about the man’s voice and the way he looked at him that nearly
brought Blake to his knees. He turned away, but Gage circled him until
they were facing again. With no clothing, he settled for a poor attempt
of cupping his genitals to keep them partially hidden.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“You’re aroused?” </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He
exhaled. “You’re not too bad on the eyes, and it’s been a long night.”
It felt odd admitting he was attracted to a stranger. He rarely felt the
pull from another male, which was why he hadn’t fucked around in so
long.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“But you’re a male.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“And?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gage
made a sound that was a mix between a groan and a growl. Whatever it
was, it made Blake’s balls pull up high against his body. He couldn’t
stop imagining what Gage would look like when fully erect. Even flaccid,
he was magnificent. He’d already decided Gage was too comfortable with
his nudity to be human. But was this man actually a bear? Blake had
never actually met one in person, only heard the stories. Despite his
size and strength, Gage wasn’t scary and foreboding like he’d imagined.
Besides a lack of refinement, he seemed harmless enough. Maybe a bit
stiff, lacking a carefree edge, but he wasn’t the monster he expected. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Blake
doubted Gage knew he was a wolf. That would not go over well, and since
he was off his own territory, he’d keep that to himself. If this man
turned on him, he wouldn’t stand a chance in this foreign forest. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Turn around and brace the wall.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gage
followed the command, placing his palms on the cool rock wall of his
cave. The gray, irregular stone reminded him that this was his home, and
life would go on regardless. If Blake left after the sex or after
finding his buried box, that was fate. He couldn’t whine and cry over
the loss because he believed in destiny, no matter how cruel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Good.
Very good. Now hold still.” Blake painted a trail down his spine with a
fingertip, making him shiver. Then he whispered in his ear, “You’ll
need to be a man for this, baby. Don’t wuss out on me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">What
would it feel like to have another man’s cock in his ass? As much as he
wanted it, craved it, he was still apprehensive. Blake was well
endowed, and he’d fill every inch of Gage’s ass. “I want it,” he finally
admitted. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Blake growled his approval, gently biting along his shoulder from behind. <i>Mark me. </i>The
feeling came out of nowhere, but it was more powerful than a midnight
storm. “Good boy.” Blake kissed every spot he’d nipped, his hands
smoothing down his sides, securing him in place. “Do you feel that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He
could feel the smooth head of Blake’s cock between the crack of his
ass. It excited him, a violent rush of excitement flowing through him
from head to toe. The cave felt too small, the air suffocating. An
energy he’d never known built up in his balls, his cock growing harder
than the rocky surfaces around him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Of course you do. Tell me you want this, Gage. Tell me and I’ll fuck you proper.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">The
sound of his name on Blake’s lips sounded like erotic music. He savored
the sound and the thrill of what was to come. “Yes. Show me everything
you know.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Blake
chuckled, a deep masculine sound that echoed around them. “That will
take longer than a day, I assure you. But you’ll enjoy yourself none the
less.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">He
pressed forward, impaling his virgin ass with his cock. Gage clawed the
rock wall, grinding his teeth together as he accepted the hard length.
His ass burned as Blake’s erection fought for entrance, but it was a
unique pain, with the promise of pleasure. He wanted this, had for
longer than he could remember. A male, one he was undeniably attracted
to, had shown interest in him. Why, he wasn’t sure. Like Sterling had
said, Gage was nothing to covet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“You’re
tight, bear. So fucking tight.” Blake’s hands tightened on his hips. He
could feel his breath against his neck, his chest against his back. He
had the sense of acceptance, warmth, and unrelenting lust. Blake reached
around and began to stroke his cock. He exhaled in a great rush, not
realizing how desperately he needed to be touched. The dual stimulation
created a whirlwind inside him. The pressure grew and grew until reality
slipped away. All that remained was the cock in his ass and a rough
hand around his dick. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Oh, gods…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Good?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Blake
was fully seated, the entire length of his large cock buried in his
ass. He’d gone so slowly. Gage barely realized he’d filled him
completely. Gage tightened around him, getting accustomed to the
stretching, the fullness. “Good.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Tell
me if I hurt you,” he said. “I’ll try to go easy.” Blake kissed his
back. As he gradually began to thrust, he licked and sucked his
shoulder. He could feel the scrape of his fangs and wondered if the
other shifter would dare to mark him. Males didn’t mate one another in
his world. But deep down, he didn’t want anything more. He would love to
be desirable enough for a man like Blake to want to claim him, to keep
him forever. But Gage was the alpha. It was up to him to make that move.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Gage
could feel every inch of the cock sliding in and out of his ass,
creating delicious friction. The longer they continued, the more his
discomfort dissipated, replaced by a heady lust. Thousands of cells
sparked to life, making him gasp for air. How much pleasure could a man
take?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">“Fuck
yourself,” Blake demanded as he thrust harder. He could feel the sweat
on his skin creating a slickness between them. “Come on, baby, do it.”</span></div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-6673421360818856842012-05-21T06:36:00.001-07:002012-05-21T06:36:23.535-07:00Guest Blogger: Alex Bowman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span><em>The Soul Collectors, 1</em></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>Discarded
most of his life, Jamie had learned as a teen that he was a Soul
Collector, one of a mysterious group who fought the demons that attacked
fellow humans. Cast out into the world, alone, the orphan fought hard
to find his way, ending up in a seminary of all places. But chastity
wasn’t a problem. He had no time or trust for relationships, let alone
love.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>Ios
felt protective of the Soul Collector, the one the prophecy claimed
would one day be his mate. Following the human for years, Ios had done
everything he could to ensure his safety without stepping out of the
shadows. He also held his lust in check, knowing Jamie would never
accept him.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>The
time was upon them to join forces. Could Jamie handle who and what Ios
was, and trust the growing feelings between them before it was too
late?</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><em><strong> Be Warned: m/m sex</strong></em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>Excerpt:</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“So did you?”</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Did I?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Know
I was yours the moment you saw me?” Jamie pinned him with a look of
lust he’d never quite seen flash on the man’s face before.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mine.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Ios’s felt the rush of need spiral through him with such force that it
nearly took him to his knees. His cock thickened and he felt his balls
tighten. His whispered “Yes…” floated on the air, his body trembling
with the hard-won control to stand in place and not cross the room and
force the human to the floor under him.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I don’t know that I believe in fated lovers, predetermined to find one another.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m not asking you to believe in anything.” Ios believed enough for the both of them. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I will admit, there is </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">something</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">…” </span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Something?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “What?” He needed Jamie to say it, that he wanted Ios. Needed Ios.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jamie’s face flamed and he glanced down, apparently unable to put the emotions he felt into words.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Fuck it. Control is overrated.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ios
stomped across the small space, grasped Jamie’s head in his hands and
pressed his lips against the smoldering heat of the human’s mouth.
Swallowing the gasp of pleasure, he thrust his tongue into Jamie’s
mouth and tasted the ale left lingering there, as well as the heat and
taste of his male.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When
he felt Jamie’s hands spreading across his chest and moving down his
stomach, he tightened his whole body, needing for the hands to venture
further south, needing the male to show him that he wanted more through
his exploration. As warm hands rubbed against his hardened cock through
his jeans he could have shouted in joy. He deepened the kiss, pressing
his hips forward, languishing in the caress from his male.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ripping
the shirt open, baring Jamie’s chest, the tinkering of buttons hitting
the stone floor echoed around him. Ios spread his fingers along the
hard muscles before him. Jamie removed the shirt, dropping it to the
floor. The material puddled around his feet and Ios wanted more to
follow. His shaking fingers pulled at the belt buckle Jamie wore, and
he tugged at the leather, not wanting to remove his lips from the
human’s.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Pulling
back, he was afraid the moment would be lost if he could not keep Jamie
in a frenzy. His need was too great. He could not be denied this
time. Ios would have the male now, or he would explode.</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Warm hands steadied his. “Let me.”</span></span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Jamie
gazed into his eyes, slowly removing the belt and dropping it to the
floor. His hands then went to the top of his pants and he unbuttoned
them. The slow pull of the zipper reminded him that he was overclothed
as well. Ios removed his t-shirt in a flash and kicked off his shoes.
By the time his pants were gone, Jamie also stood naked. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">His
hands ached to touch the male, to explore every single inch of flesh he
had to offer up for his inspection. Jamie was beautiful. Small, firm
muscles curved over his slim build, his skin nearly unmarred. The wound
in his chest was no longer visible.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A
small smattering of blond hair started below his belly button and
thickened as it surrounded his jutting cock. Fully erect, it stood
proud against his stomach, a pearl of fluid shining at the tip of the
purple head. Thick veins spread along the shaft and Ios’s mouth watered
to taste the flesh. Dropping to his knees before his human, he got a
closer look at what the male had to offer.</span></span></div>
</div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-32299922999704290072012-05-17T10:53:00.002-07:002012-05-17T10:54:36.820-07:00Hop Against Homophobia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Blake feels lost after his best friend settles down with a mate. They
were both initiated into the Marcelle wolf pack as orphans, but now
it’s only Blake without a past or future. He has a spark of hope when
his alpha mentions a buried box that could contain the answers he seeks.<br />
The only problem—the box is deep in bear territory.<br />
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When Gage meets a foreign bear near his bathing pond, he’s
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passionate love affair, only to question their relationship when the
lust settles. Blake’s different customs continually rouse Gage’s
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nathan is forced to flee to the northern
forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf
shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. The wolves
prowling the forest would want nothing better than to exterminate him
and his family. His entire life is a struggle, being the lowest
regarded race amongst shifters.<br /><br /> Jacob is a proud member of the
Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule
over the forests. No mercy. No weakness. When he discovers the sexy
blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts
off its axis. Nathan brings out his protective instincts, and for once
he can see a future beyond his duty to the pack.<br /><br /> But Jacob's alpha condemns their mixed race mating, forcing them apart. Will Jacob choose love or loyalty to his pack?</span></span>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-638770126942288712012-04-26T13:20:00.000-07:002012-04-26T13:20:14.523-07:00ALPHA BEAR Coming Soon!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Blake feels lost after his best friend settles down with a mate. They were both initiated into the Marcelle wolf pack as orphans, but now it’s only Blake without a past or future. He has a spark of hope when his alpha mentions a buried box that could contain the answers he seeks. </b><br />
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<b>The only problem—the box is deep in bear territory. </b><br />
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<b>When Gage meets a foreign bear near his bathing pond, he’s immediately attracted to dark-haired stranger. They engage in a passionate love affair, only to question their relationship when the lust settles. Blake’s different customs continually rouse Gage’s suspicions. Is he a human, bear, or a wolf trespassing on their land? </b><br />
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<b> Can an alpha bear and wolf bridge the gap in their worlds for the sake of love? Will the contents of the buried box bring them closer or tear them apart? </b><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">He stood up, a mix of emotion tugging him in two directions. His
cock demanded he get the other bear alone, providing ample opportunities for
intimacy. Yet his head said he barely knew this man and shouldn’t give into a
handsome face so easily. Love and lust were to very different beasts, and he
didn’t want to face disappointment if things didn’t go the way he planned. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“I don’t know...”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Blake came closer until near enough to touch. He stood a couple
inches shorter, but few men matched Gage’s size as alpha bear. Still, Blake was
not small. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles earned from hard work. Every
ripple of muscle was prominent, even at rest. Everything about him was a
temptation. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Blake reached out and felt a section of Gage’s hair between a thumb
and two fingers. As Blake touched him, he also kept quiet, as if enraptured by
the simple contact. It was more than a touch. It was everything. A silent
acceptance of their mirrored attraction. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“Or we can stay right here. I did enough walking yesterday to last
me a month.” Blake let his hand slip from his hair to the scruff on his face.
He cupped Gage’s jaw with affection, his eyes holding a deep-seated yearning.
Blake may not be an alpha, but he had a dominant quality that made Gage eager
to earn his approval. If only the other bear knew how much his every touch
registered for him. He could feel his cock thickening, electricity scattering
along his skin. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Gage opened his mouth to speak, but the pad of Blake’s thumb
smoothing over his lower lip silenced him. The other man licked his own lips,
the moisture darkening the dry flesh. Gage wanted to kiss him, to lose himself
to the passion of the moment. Should he dare? This could be their little secret
considering he’d probably never meet this foreign bear again. No one would be
the wiser. But he knew he wanted so much more.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“You’re not really my type,” said Blake. “I usually go for blonds,
ones smaller than me.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The opposite of Gage. He knew his features were dark, masculine, and
anything but delicate. It twisted his heart to know he was second best to Blake,
a man to be tolerated, rather than fully appreciated.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“Then why are you looking at me like that?” It must be about sex,
like all those encounters Blake claimed to have at the bar most nights. He was
a number, a nameless fuck to be forgotten by sunrise. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Blake used both hands now. “You’ve got broad shoulders,” he said, squeezing
his biceps, his eyes roaming over his body. “And hard muscle.” He smoothed his
hands down his arms until he reached his midriff. Gage wasn’t expecting him to
encircle his waist and tug him closer. His erection slammed into Blake’s
stomach, embarrassing him for a moment. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“I—”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“Hush.” Blake squeezed Gage’s ass with both hands. A man had never
touched him this way, nobody had. “What I was going to say was that I’ve never
wanted another man more. It’s more than just how you look, it’s everything—the
way you smell, move, even the sound of your voice. Every detail pulls me in. If
I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was the mating call. That’s how strong it
is for me. Can you feel it, too, Gage?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">The sound of his name on Blake’s lips was the final straw. He thrust
his hips slightly forward, needing to feel the man’s skin rub against his cock.
He wasn’t disappointed. The brief friction ignited countless dormant cells. He
was drowning in all the sweet words, the ones he so desperately wanted to hear.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“I should never have revealed myself to you,” he murmured. But he
knew it had been the best thing he’d done in a long time. Blake was like a ray
of sunlight to his shadowed existence. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“But you’re glad you did.” Blake smirked, and it was the sexiest
thing he’d ever seen. Then he reached low and seized Gage’s cock in a firm
fist. He gasped, not used to being fondled. Still, he didn’t pull back. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Gage nodded, his eyes drifting shut as he concentrated on the feel
of another man’s hand slowly stroking his cock. It was delicious, an experience
he wanted to relive every night of his life. They were out in the open where
any number of lower shifters could be watching. The mere thought was titillating,
making his balls ache. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“You’re bigger than I’ve ever seen,” said Blake. “You may just break
me if I let you fuck me.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Once he said it aloud, a switch seemed to flip in Gage’s head. His
feral tendencies began to surface—lust, base desires, aggression. He wanted to
mate. Now. Gage could feel his alpha bear clawing within him, demanding he
claim the other man. His beast knew what it wanted, and it wanted Blake for its
mate. But this wasn’t about mating, just a casual encounter, innocent sexual
experimentation.</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“You look strong enough to me. I should be the one to worry
considering you have all the experience.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“But I’m not cruel. Not without cause.” Blake let his dick rub
against his. “You’ll be a treat for me. And I’ll make you a man.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">Gage didn’t know if that should be a compliment or insult. What were
Blake’s intentions? He’d always cursed his innocence but suddenly wondered if
he should be giving it away so easily. </span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“And tomorrow?”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">“Tomorrow’s another day. Think about how good it will feel when I sink
my cock into your tight, little ass.”</span></div>
<div class="FORMAT" style="line-height: 16.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: .25in;">
<span lang="EN-US">His bear agreed, needed release and nothing further. It was the
human in Gage that craved more than basic instinct, more than a fleeting
arousal. But it was too late to turn back now. He gave in to the waves of heat
and lust crashing through his body. After a deep inhale of breath to vanquish
his misgivings, he leaned forward and kissed Blake on the mouth. </span></div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-14031019905668069592012-04-02T10:28:00.001-07:002012-04-02T10:31:53.339-07:00Guest Blogger and Giveaway: Avril Ashton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Wp7u9usY9S_pmIL6k3y3GAb1NLE9szQ73PC_3cJtku3-2xkEGmbcB8dptU-83cWznX5eJCyP9NqSQWWbLc9bkJm3Z4JdpOV3ZXbea9ZwZOchUo6HyWkja_Wc8AxlZBFtjY47KjNmQ_g/s400/MMB-M.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Wes hopped out the cab, shoulders hunched as he fished his keys out his pocket. Behind him, the driver sped off, burning rubber. He hurried up the driveway, looking forward to an evening spent in a hot bath since he had the house to himself.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Even though his best friend, Ever, hadn’t officially moved in with her man, Simon, she spent most of her time over at his house. After years of it being only the two of them, Wes actually liked the peace and quiet of his suddenly mundane life.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">He unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light as he kicked the door closed. “Freaking cold.” No matter how long he lived in The Windy City he’d always complain about the brick weather. “Freezing my nips off out there.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Is that so?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Wes stumbled backward, crashing into the closed doorway with a stifled scream. His heart pounded like a thousand drums in his ear as he clasped a hand to his throat. “What the fuck?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Hello, Wes.” The tone of those two words matched the mockery in the stormy gray eyes perfectly. Seated in Wes’ favorite chair repositioned to face the front door, swathed in black, Jayce Santana watched him with a smirk on those way-too-memorable lips and a gun on his lap. His hair was longer. The scruffy beard and cut above his left eye was new, but nothing else about that cowardly bastard had changed.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Not even Wes’ body’s reaction to him.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Get out.” His voice shook, so Wes tried again. Louder. Clearer. With more conviction. “Get the fuck out of my house, now.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Jayce barked a laugh that didn’t reach anywhere near his eyes. “No.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“You son of a bitch!” Wes advanced on him with angry steps. “You have no right. None. This is my house and if you don’t leave I’m calling the cops.” Six months. One fleeting taste of heaven and his body still hardened in remembrance.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Jayce leaped out the chair at the mention of the cops, stalking Wes with the gun in his hand. Wes braked, fists clenching and unclenching. He didn’t think Jayce would shoot him, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Hard, gray eyes pinned him in place and Jayce stood inches away.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">His musk of heat and the hint of a woodsy cologne reached out and touched Wes in his throbbing groin.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">He shifted. Jayce grinned.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Bastard.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“You’re spreading them for the rich boy, huh?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Wes flinched at the icy accusation. How dare that bastard show up after all this time and accuse him—an icy retort formed on the tip of his tongue, but Wes swallowed it. Jayce wanted that reaction, he wanted anger, but Wes wouldn’t deliver.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">He kept his tone even. “I happen to be a single man, Mr. Santana. I can spread them for whomever I want. At any time.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Fire practically crackled and popped in Jayce’s eyes. Violence swirled in the air around them as Jayce growled. “Does Scotto know you’re a single man? From what I saw tonight he’s not as through with you as you are with him.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Shock ran through Wes. “You were spying on us? On me?” He gaped up into those cold eyes. “Son of a—”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“You used that one already.” Jayce winked. “Try something else.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Why are you here, Jayce?” Wes’ body vibrated with the anger he struggled to contain. “Why the fuck did you come back here?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“How long have you been fucking Scotto?” Jayce grabbed his arm, barraging him with harsh questions. “How long has he been feeling your skin on his? Hearing those sexy cries you make?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Are you serious?” Wes yanked his hand away. “Do you own me?” he shouted. “You have no fucking claims on me. You left—” He broke off at the gathering darkness in Jayce’s gaze. “What Dominic gets and for low long doesn’t concern you.” Turning away, he walked over to the door and opened it. “Please leave.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“The fuck I will.” Jayce launched himself at Wes, grabbing him by the throat. Wes struggled, clawing at Jayce’s arms as he kicked the door shut and turned them until Jayce was backed into the door.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Jayce yanked him closer, Wes’ back against his chest, and sank his fingers into Wes’ hair to hold him still.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“How long?” Jayce’s scalding breath singed the side of Wes’ neck as he spoke against his skin. “Does Scotto know about you and me? Does he know I’m the one who ruined you for him and all men?”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Bastard was so full of himself. Wes remained quiet and ceased his struggles. He could breathe since Jayce’s hold wasn’t too tight. But his chest heaved and his groin throbbed like a mother. He hated how he responded to the slightest touch from Jayce.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Jayce shifted, pressing his hard cock into Wes jean-covered ass. A whimper swelled in Wes throat and he froze, else he’d be pushing back on that erection.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“You can’t show up six months later and expect to pick up where you left off.” Wes sounded out of breath as he tried to distract himself and Jayce. “Things change, Jayce. Please.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Jayce dragged his hand down Wes’ chest and cupped his groin.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Wes trembled.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">“Some things change, Wes. And some stay the same.”</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;">Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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This March will mark the 2nd anniversary of my first published book! A lot has happened in those two years, and I couldn't be more thankful for where I am right now.<br />
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To help me celebrate, some of my great friends are going to join me in holding a scavenger hunt. The prize is an Amazon Kindle! Each of these friends has a new or upcoming release, so be sure to take a look around their blogs and websites when looking for the hidden icon.<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><b>You have to find the key to your heart:</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.staceyespino.com/"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2boXBwJytPmiaUgH_6gzc9ebExqlKMBdW4FDK92YOaFn3Dz99mYzsPKTmBz5D3J3N5R_oXzTS0h6N3nqocNskoi4fv-fc1B1t15geyyhtRvrHNl7F5wPUcXNqA7fzmIVjNBqinP8KKTo/s320/HUNT.png" width="213" /></a></div>The above icon will be hidden at the websites/blogs below starting <b style="color: yellow;">February 23rd.</b> Send an email with the exact location of the icon from all seven hiding places, along with your name to <a href="mailto:staceyespino@gmail.com">staceyespino@gmail.com</a><br />
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<b>The winner will be chosen</b><b> <span style="color: yellow;">March 23rd.</span> You can choose a new Amazon Kindle or $100.00 PayPal Cash if you don't need an e-reader.</b><br />
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<b>Stacey's Website: <a href="http://www.staceyespino.com/">http://www.staceyespino.com</a></b><br />
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<b>Jan Bowles' Website: <a href="http://www.janbowles.com/">http://www.janbowles.com</a></b><br />
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<b>Pat Cunningham's Website: <a href="http://www.shapeshifterseductions.blogspot.com/"></a><a href="http://www.titlemagic.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://www.titlemagic.blogspot.com</a></b><br />
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<b>Sophie Oak's Website: <a href="http://www.sophieoak.com/">http://www.sophieoak.com</a></b><br />
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<b>Mia Ashlinn's Website: <a href="http://www.miaashlinn.com/">http://www.miaashlinn.com</a></b><br />
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<b>Winona Wilder's Blog: <a href="http://www.winonawilder.blogspot.com/">http://www.winonawilder.blogspot.com</a></b><br />
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<b>When One Is Not Enough Blog: <a href="http://www.menageromance.blogspot.com/">http://www.menageromance.blogspot.com</a></b> <br />
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A bit about the new/upcoming releases of our participants:<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><u><b>Stacey Espino</b></u></div><br />
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/surrounded-by-wolves">Surrounded by Wolves</a> (Wolves of Climax, 1) Available!<br />
Midlife Menage (Ride 'em Hard, 5) Coming March 5th<br />
Garret's Domination (Wolves of Climax, 2) Coming March 19th<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><u><b>Jan Bowles</b></u></div><br />
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/claimed-for-the-masters-pleasure">Claimed for the Master's Pleasure</a> (Guilty Pleasures, 5) Available!<br />
Snowed in with the Montana Ranger (All American Heroes, 1) Coming March 16th<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><u><b>Pat Cunningham</b></u></div><br />
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/legacy">Legacy</a> Available! <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><u><b>Sophie Oak</b></u></div><br />
Pure Bliss (Nights in Bliss, Colarado, 6) Coming March 16th<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;"><u><b>Mia Ashlinn</b></u></div><br />
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/destined-to-be-three">Destined to be Three</a> (Sweet Serenity, 1) Available!<br />
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<b><span style="color: yellow;"><u>Winona Wilder</u> </span>(my m/m penname)</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/loving-tyler">Loving Tyler</a> (Coming Out, 3) Available!<br />
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</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;">Nathan is forced to flee to the northern forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. The wolves prowling the forest would want nothing better than to exterminate him and his family. His entire life is a struggle, being the lowest regarded race amongst shifters. </div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;">Jacob is a proud member of the Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule over the forests. No mercy. No weakness. When he discovers the sexy blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts off its axis. Nathan brings out his protective instincts, and for once he can see a future beyond his duty to the pack. But Jacob's alpha condemns their mixed race mating, forcing them apart. </div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;">Will Jacob choose love or loyalty to his pack? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-7947630017096809892012-01-03T17:30:00.000-08:002012-01-03T17:30:03.595-08:00Great Review for LOVING TYLER!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/winona-wilder"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0eg2kjoeS57N1zWmgG6NGzRxhT29hn0lBNv09_Bo-gthaLzo9JcaeUkf2f3KQX7c7MlUCTH08InKLgUdoMQoE7taoJzBbOcE8bnsvjTlWSOlRWWxHKRB4iyGWTK_OK4EKWMWsmLLw9w/s400/mem-ww-co-tyler-full.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Book Reviewed by J9 (reviewer)</span></b></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOVING TYLER is a spicy but emotional contemporary M/M romance involving a rugged rodeo cowboy and a city professional. I really liked the characters, the plot, and the spicy relationship in this story and recommend it to anyone who also enjoys good GLBT romance.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tyler is an out and proud cowboy who rides the rodeo circuit. He uses other men and sex to avoid dealing with his emotional baggage and has no intention of changing his drifter lifestyle. But Tyler's plans change when a saddle company, Cavendish, sends Marcus to woo Tyler into a sponsorship agreement with them.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Marcus has barely acknowledged his own sexuality to himself when he meets Tyler who refuses to allow him to hide any longer. While Marcus wrestles with his doubt that Tyler can ever settle down, Tyler's past is catching up with him and force the couple to fight for their relationship.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">I adored both Tyler and Marcus. I was pleasantly surprised that Tyler was the out and proud gay character on the rodeo circuit but the author made it realistic and believable. I love Tyler's forceful personality who throws himself into life, uncaring that he may get knocked around. Marcus too is a special character in that he's lived a self-restrained existence until Tyler blows in. I think the author did a great job describing how different their lives are: Marcus is a germ-a-phobe and Tyler often sleeps in his truck; Tyler is sexually experienced and Marcus is a virgin; Marcus has a large Italian family and Tyler is a lone tumbleweed.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">But the beauty of this story is no matter how different the men are, underneath they both desire a physical and emotional connection to each other. While the sexual intimacy is easy for the men, the emotional intimacy is what this story is really about. The author didn't rush the relationship development and the results were wonderful.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">The plot of Tyler's past added an element of intrigue and suspense but didn't overwhelm the romance. I won't spoil the mystery of it but it was borderline soap opera-ish but given that this is a clear fictionalized romance story, even that worked well. Plus, it allowed Marcus to really show his unwavering love and commitment to Tyler--something Tyler desperately needed.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOVING TYLER is a great M/M contemporary western. The romance was the focus of this spicy love story and I rooted for both Marcus and Tyler to have their happily ever after. Other fans of GLBT will be just as engaged in this good story.</span></div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-19029814007999372282011-12-12T06:02:00.000-08:002011-12-12T06:02:09.355-08:00Release Day!! Alpha Mate is Now Available<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslsGI-v7VXhhyu6rniIZrMwrFVDk4ID0ktEsZaU6KwNAg29W4LAuEq9aVGs-Ex5DHbPqOV1-hy81RaOqRsKBfgyz1E_ERfqScbSzEefEgAXFukhf_hnahNtWQgkh-_RgZNjIp5A-6srM/s1600/ecm-ww-ns-alphamate-full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslsGI-v7VXhhyu6rniIZrMwrFVDk4ID0ktEsZaU6KwNAg29W4LAuEq9aVGs-Ex5DHbPqOV1-hy81RaOqRsKBfgyz1E_ERfqScbSzEefEgAXFukhf_hnahNtWQgkh-_RgZNjIp5A-6srM/s400/ecm-ww-ns-alphamate-full.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="color: yellow;"><br />
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<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nathan is forced to flee to the northern forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. The wolves prowling the forest would want nothing better than to exterminate him and his family. His entire life is a struggle, being the lowest regarded race amongst shifters.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> Jacob is a proud member of the Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule over the forests. No mercy. No weakness. When he discovers the sexy blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts off its axis. Nathan brings out his protective instincts, and for once he can see a future beyond his duty to the pack.</span><br style="color: #eeeeee;" /><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span><br style="color: #eeeeee;" /><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> But Jacob's alpha condemns their mixed race mating, forcing them apart. Will Jacob choose love or loyalty to his pack?</span><br />
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<div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“Good thing I came out with you,” he said.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Nathan leaned back against the brick wall. Jacob faced him with one arm braced at the side of his head. The subtle glow from the moon reflected in his light eyes.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“It’s pretty pathetic when a male needs another one to safely escort him across a fucking parking lot.”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“Personally, I find it adorable. It’s also perfectly acceptable if I’m courting you.” He trailed a finger along Nathan’s sculpted jawline. The man was gorgeous, a dirty-blond Adonis. “There’s nothing wrong with one man caring for another. I know I’m attracted to your vulnerable side as much as your strength.”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“Vulnerable isn’t a positive thing. Not in our world.”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“Let me take care of you, Nathan. Give me a chance.” He dropped his head to his neckline, inhaling deeply. The man even smelled perfect, as if he’d been made for him. Was this fate at work? Was this stranger dropped into his life for a reason? He shouldn’t be making promises he couldn’t keep, but his mouth wouldn’t shut up. Jacob wanted to claim Nathan, mark him, make him his.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">He received no verbal response, but Nathan’s heartbeat began to increase, his breathing heavier. The mix of the moon overhead, the alcohol, and raw sex appeal between them created an intimate bubble of time and space. When Nathan’s hand reached up and gently tested the muscles of his pec, his cock began to thicken. It took just that one move, that small confirmation that he wasn’t out of place with his advance for him to take things further.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“I haven’t been with a man in over a year,” he confessed. Jacob hoped the truth would shed some light on the level of his desperation and his slipping self-control.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“It’s been longer for me. A lot longer.”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">He dared to take another step by brushing his lips over Nathan’s. He savored the connection, the texture of his lips, and the feeling of coming home. They kissed—deeply, passionately. “I could eat you alive,” he murmured against his mouth. He couldn’t stop partaking, tasting, exploring with his tongue. Nathan never pulled back, but kissed him back with equal fervor as if they’d been waiting a lifetime for each other.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“You’re a big, bad wolf. Should that scare me?”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“I’d never hurt you, baby. I just wanna eat your cock.” Saying the words out loud was Jacob’s moment of no return. He had to have the man, to taste him, fuck him, anything to bring them closer.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“It was a turn-on when you stood up for me like you did,” Nathan confessed. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“If you were mine, I’d kill for you. You’d never have to worry about the bogeyman again.” He began to unbutton Nathan’s jeans, finding no resistance. When he’d unfastened him completely, he crouched down in front of his legs and freed his cock. The other shifter was fully erect and well-endowed for his body size. The skin on his penis was darker than the rest of him, and the thatch of dark brown hair at his groin was nearly concealed by all the shadows. He took a tentative lick of the broad cock head. Nathan shuddered, his whole body going weak for a moment until he steadied himself. Jacob braced the man’s body with his hands.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“You okay, baby?”</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">Nathan nodded rapidly.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“Hold my shoulders,” Jacob instructed before opening his mouth to take in the beautiful length of cock. His flesh was warm and silky against his tongue. It had been so long since he could enjoy another man, to participate in these illicit acts. Everything was about duty, protection, as if they were living robots with one mission and no need for emotion or pleasure. But Jacob had more locked up in him than responsibility for his pack. He had needs, dreams, desires, and ambitions. This young shifter brought all those dormant feelings to the surface, made him yearn for what was denied to him.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">“You have no idea how good that feels.” Nathan began to work his hips, slowly thrusting into Jacob’s eager mouth. He sucked him hard, working his length with his tongue. The darkness of night, the cool northerly breeze, the potential for being spotted—it all added to the eroticism.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; line-height: 16pt; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.25in; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">He began to build up a rhythm, fucking Nathan’s cock with his mouth, taking him down his throat in smooth, steady strokes. The deep guttural sounds his lover made spurred him to take more.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-24358809863056004522011-12-01T13:41:00.000-08:002011-12-01T13:41:40.187-08:00Now on Pre-Order: Alpha Mate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/alpha-mate"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg68At2y5kNwaDIaODDC3yqX-Ajv04kRBb1a97Uy05WN_2Jc_do66HLiqH4SSk6GekwNIwdFM0satTr702eq56-xtyqckB770edmiAYb4UEZNfvAQbl__gz5Jdt55P1yK8GdZlwvQBzgoU/s400/ecm-ww-ns-alphamate-full.jpg" width="265" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nathan is forced to flee to the northern forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. The wolves prowling the forest would want nothing better than to exterminate him and his family. His entire life is a struggle, being the lowest regarded race amongst shifters.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></span><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jacob is a proud member of the Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule over the forests. No mercy. No weakness. When he discovers the sexy blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts off its axis. Nathan brings out his protective instincts, and for once he can see a future beyond his duty to the pack.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nathan is forced to flee to the northern forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. His entire life is a struggle being the lowest regarded race amongst shifters.</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jacob is a proud member of the Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule over the forests. When he discovers the sexy blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts off axis. Will Jacob choose love or loyalty to his pack?</span></div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-81080324727463964422011-11-04T12:53:00.000-07:002011-11-04T12:53:43.203-07:00New Contract!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/winona-wilder"><img border="0" height="115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDpNy9-FUSQRMvcm7Vd_jmrsIUjLSfWYMO4hX97C5KoQcSNoQ5zYwmbeaEI2kaXmgA2Zi69uEgt_kGEhNicPldMky0eSEPDxnyquQCByzwB8bNvJNDIMwr-UmcLJc9WpW_GwibYxZztI/s400/siren-banner-s.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The first book, <span style="color: yellow;">ALPHA MATE</span>, will be released on December 12th. Edits are done, so it's just a matter of waiting :) </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be on the look out for the <span style="color: yellow;">NORTHERN SHIFTERS</span> series. </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">I'll post the cover art and links as soon as I have them. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-91176255258184220592011-11-04T12:50:00.000-07:002011-11-04T12:50:06.074-07:00New Release: LOVING TYLER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/loving-tyler"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNR84jMzjUCs9k3-v6Vk1dRjkHNbrLS64c3txsp1RcYWfWN0qBUZN6rLFSIYydBoTtABxEZ3rfb1H12nTBCSzoX7OgeNCNRPUqOXJdXN_v8j3ek6J3nBSjDGdsczX68ea8dSz6hJCHyhM/s400/mem-ww-co-tyler-full.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tyler James is a pro at keeping his emotions bottled up. He uses sex as a tool, never associating it with love. When Cavendish sends one of their representatives to try and recruit him to be their poster boy, he's ready to tell them where they can shove their offer. But the dark-haired god in the Armani suit has him choking on his words. </span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">1.) Why did you choose to write erotic m/m romance?</span></strong><br />
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As a gay man who has been through the mill I felt I had stories to tell and messages to pass on. I'm not really one for getting up on a soap box and making speeches, so writing is a good way to do it. I love writing in any case. Once I began to look at it closely I realised that lots of MM is written by women and I felt a gay man's take on it might be interesting. I guess I'm redressing the balance, but in the nicest possible way - I have nothing against women writing MM; men write about women!<br />
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I write every day. Well, almost every day. Occasionally events take a turn and I'm kept from the computer but writing is my job now. A novella of about 25,000 words takes me roughly a month to get down on 'paper', then I like to leave it to rise for a bit before polishing it. I cannot write faster than that because I just can't leave a bad sentence sitting there, so I edit and polish as I go. At least the editing process is usually quite painless as a result. Novels take much longer as they are, by their nature, more complex.<br />
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That's a good question. I think gay characters will always make appearances in my books, but I do have a yearning to write a horror and comedy.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">4.) What is the meaning behind the title, Lorenzo il Magnifico?</span></strong><br />
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Lorenzo de' Medici was an Italian statesman and ruler of the Florentine Republic during the renaissance. He is known to us as Lorenzo il Magnfico (Lorenzo the Magnificent). Not surprisingly, there is a street named after him in Florence and I thought how much fun it would be to honour his name by tying this into a story. The rest will become clear when you read it.<br />
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My next novella has just been signed to Etopia Press and is called Fixed. That's due out next month. I'm about half way through an historical MM which I have set around 450AD. That may be it for 2011, I might manage one more, but I've plenty of other stories maturing to follow on. So, what you can expect are many more novellas and one or two full length novels.<br />
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</div><strong><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;">Right after stepping out of the shower on Sunday morning, James could hear muffled voices. The sun was just rising on the horizon, the privacy glass of the small window creating orange and pink rainbows along the pedestal sink. The house was quiet enough to hear the two men talking in the kitchen down the narrow hallway. His father and Jet. There was no mistaking that deep, slow drawl of the sun-kissed cowboy. Just hearing him made James’s cock spring to life. </span></strong></span>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-25266416618613386942011-07-09T19:04:00.000-07:002011-07-09T19:04:58.354-07:00New Review for Cowboy Drifter!<h3 class="post-title entry-title">Cowboy Drifter by Winona Wilder </h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7720259856013260773"><blockquote><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621058198613726994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5AD1C2H1gLjX_bEROifPub0besfqzsV_WB6HobBm8lFVU1-yBjqp83ReXb_D1RbgwsxQqVy-S9O2c0l965AT3udZnKF2_AMFNgn7IJm9fy1FZzwzJ8tzLGpFPwXHalV2vEVj0GTRRtc/s200/ww-co-drifter3.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 133px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132213932920386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZtgjNVh0JGhxM2JBlwpQqk4IqvGhzyFwfXMZI1JKhyphenhyphen91yazI0NW1-vhgRm0WbsE1y7pn76a1xdD0hvEbzUJ9x_oKw93ur0VyiSobacf2_LHJTjITGhaujTONXzpKJ4uLd1QBkH9Q9eY4/s200/4_5_BloggerCherry.gif" style="height: 30px; width: 87px;" /> <br />
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<b>Cowboy Drifter by Winona Wilder</b> <br />
Publisher: Siren Publishing <br />
Genre: Contemporary <br />
Length: Short Story (79 pgs) <br />
Other: M/M, Anal Play, Toys, Spanking <br />
Rating: 4.5 cherries <br />
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<blockquote><strong>James doesn't know how he'll survive a road trip with Jet Cartwright. The cowboy drifter has been his wet dream for years, and keeping his true feelings hidden takes a herculean effort. <br />
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Jet travels the rodeo circuit and handles horse trading for busy ranchers. Settling down never crossed his mind—until he meets James, a mix of innocence and raw sex appeal. Jet quickly learns that he's willing to give up his ways for the young blond. <br />
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Will James be able to come clean with his feelings? Will Jet be able to show the younger man the many pleasures of the flesh, and will that be enough?</strong></blockquote><br />
<span style="color: #cccccc;">James is a young man with a secret, a secret he shouldn’t have to keep, but the fear of being shunned by his family has him keeping his lips tightly sealed. After seeing his father disown his brother for being gay, James doesn’t want to take the chance that his father will cast him aside for being in love with another man. This is a character who is torn between coming out of the closet or staying trapped in his own personal prison just to keep his family happy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Jet Cartwright drifts between riding the rodeo circuit and helping rancher’s sell their purebred horses. He was hired by James’ father to teach him the ropes of trading horses, but what Jet teaches James has nothing to do with horses. He’s a man of many hats and is good at disguising his true nature. Jet has always admired James from afar but Jet knows his limits when it comes to relationships and he isn’t the settling down type. Still every protective instinct comes out in him when he's with James and has him thinking forever isn’t so bad. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">I really liked the character of Jet; he doesn’t broadcast his sexual preference but he also doesn’t hide who he is. At times I found him to be frustrating, he is afraid of putting down roots and committing to one person for the rest of his life. But love outweighs any uncertainties he may have had; he just has to prove to his young and naïve cowboy that he’s in for the long haul. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">This was a sweet loving story filled with plenty of misunderstandings between the two main characters. This author paired together a man still trying to figure out who he is with a man experience in life and in sex, so it’s a given these two men will butt heads often. The attraction is evident from the first touch they share. This is a couple that will keep me wondering what adventures they will share next long after the story ended. That's the true proof of a good book.</span></div>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-77246377149379118422011-05-29T04:07:00.000-07:002011-05-29T04:07:00.091-07:00Six Sentence Sunday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sixsunday.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqRHJF6ENrkjvcKB4FyYPPiCUXkK_9rt10La3JMsAmHiOjVcXsgdrgrPui5Sh4P4DDmq2UWLW4cCBQ538usnr1cyqR-IfA0GhyphenhyphenLDLOWxTTHIqCIThcUwyt5lSyWhpOWLgHJ_j0rdruF0/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong>James doesn't know how he'll survive a road trip with Jet Cartwright. The cowboy drifter has been his wet dream for years, and keeping his true feelings hidden takes a herculean effort.</strong><br />
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<strong>Jet travels the rodeo circuit and handles horse trading for busy ranchers. Settling down never crossed his mind—until he meets James, a mix of innocence and raw sex appeal. Jet quickly learns that he's willing to give up his ways for the young blond.</strong><br />
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<strong>Will James be able to come clean with his feelings? Will Jet be able to show the younger man the many pleasures of the flesh, and will that be enough?</strong><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">After he dropped the metal ramp with an echoing boom, he plucked off his cowboy hat long enough to drag his hand through his tousled hair. Jet stared up at the sky, tracking the movement of the sun and clouds. James only watched with awe and respect of such a traveled, experienced cowboy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Clouds are rolling in fast now. I’d say we best hurry on our way. There’ll be a rainstorm tonight, a good one.” James believed every word. When his father said there’d be rain, it always arrived as promised whether the weatherman agreed or not.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James followed Jet into the narrow confines between the horses, patting the nervous Arabian on the rump before passing. Jet’s back was toned to perfection. James wanted to reach out and trail his hand down the length of his backbone. Fuck, Jet even had a nice ass, hard and round, filling out his jeans in an unholy way. “Do your tattoos mean anything?” he asked when they reached the end of the metal trailer.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Hope you’re not considering getting one yourself.” Jet turned and leaned against the metal, sighing and closing his eyes briefly. The cool metal would be a sharp relief from the stifling humid heat in the trailer. “You have a beautiful body. I’d hate to see it marked up.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">A beautiful body? Did men normally talk this way to each other? Jet was one hundred percent alpha-male goodness, so it must be politically correct to compliment another man. “I think your ink makes you look even hotter.” James bit his lower lip after he spoke, regretting his choice of words. The way Jet froze and stared into his eyes spoke volumes to the inappropriate nature of his comment. Perhaps only real men could say such things, not young questionable farm boys like James. Those with an openly gay brother.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“You think I’m hot?” Jet found humor in this, smirking as he rubbed his hand over his tat.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James swallowed hard. Why couldn’t Jet put his shirt back on? The distraction was making it difficult to maintain his charade.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Go on,” he coaxed. “I know you want to touch it.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">He had no idea the things James wanted to do. His mind was a playground of unsavory and lewd acts he’d like to partake in with the older man. But he did need to touch Jet. He reached out without being prodded and flattened his palm over the other man’s shoulder. His skin was so warm and firm. He traced the pattern of the scrollwork down his arm, disappointed when he reached unmarked flesh. “I like it,” he whispered, not trusting his full voice to crack.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Do you like me?” Jet used a curved finger under James’s chin to raise his vision from the trailer floor to meet his gaze. “Don’t play games with me, James. Do you like me?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Yes.” Fuck, he’d gone and said it. But he liked his parents, his brothers, his friends. There was no shame in admitting he liked Jet, right? But he didn’t just like the man, he craved him, desired him to the point of insanity. His cock grew impossibly stiff, lust and nerves combining together in an oddly erotic experience.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Then really touch me.” Jet’s lips were parted, his eyes half mast, clearly mirroring his pent-up lust. Could it be true? James was still terrified this was all a misunderstanding or possibly a test planned by his father. But not going along with the invitation was not an option at this point. Boldness took over. James placed his hand on Jet’s pec, squeezing slightly. His body felt hard and edible. He wanted to sink his teeth into the thick muscles and trail his tongue down those ripped abs.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“James, you’re not being a good boy.” Jet grabbed his wrist and brought it down past his belt line. When the other man pressed his hand against the dominant bulge in his jeans, James gasped aloud. No more guessing games. Jet wanted him in carnal ways. How could such a hard-core cowboy be gay? It went against everything he was taught. If Waylon and Jet liked men, then maybe James was normal, too. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“I didn’t know.” Pressure began to build in his balls as heat radiated through his body. His urge to kiss the other man overwhelmed him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“You ever suck a man’s dick, James?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">His face heated, and he pulled his hand away as if he’d been scalded. “No!” Even though they were being open and honest, he’d been brainwashed to find disgust in such talk.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“That’s right. You’ve never been with a man before, have you? I like that. You’ll be mine. Just for me.” The deep, authoritative tone of Jet’s voice had James ready and willing to submit, to be owned and dominated by this rugged cowboy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Jet gently spread James’s ass cheeks apart and admired the tight puckered rosette. He wanted to bend over and lick the cute little virgin hole but went to work by drizzling a line of lube down James’s crack. Jet kneaded his firm, muscled ass as he inched closer and closer to his target. When he ever so slowly inserted one finger into the tight entrance, James moaned and clenched down tight around his digit. The man’s body tensed, not unusual for one so inexperienced. Jet compensated, keeping his finger lodged in the man’s ass while reaching around to stroke his erection.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James groaned and loosened up. Jet pumped the hard shaft while circling his ass with his finger to stretch the unforgiving anal ring. He continued the sequence—pumping and circling while wiggling his finger. Next he inserted a second. “Push against me, James. Don’t tighten up.” Too bad he didn’t have his toys handy. He couldn’t peel himself away from James to grab the little bag in the backseat. Later. “Your ass is tight, baby. You’re gonna feel so good around my dick.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“I can’t stop it, Jet. I’m gonna come.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Jet pulled his hand away from James’s cock. “Not yet, sweet thing. I haven’t even deflowered you yet.” He aimed his rigid erection at James’s asshole and thrust forward in a steady, smooth motion. The young cowboy gritted his teeth loud enough to hear, his fists so tight the knuckles were white. “Relax. Take my cock in your ass. Feel it filling you, stretching you. The pressure won’t last, I promise.” The muscles in James’s back shifted with his rapid breathing and squirming. Such a beautiful, toned body.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James grunted once Jet was fully seated, balls deep in his ass. Jet stilled, allowing the cowboy time to adjust, to become accustomed to having a big dick penetrating him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“If you promise not to come, you can stroke your dick. It’ll help you relax. Can you do that?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James nodded and reached one arm down between his body and the truck bed. The thick muscles in his shoulder and arm went to work as he rapidly pumped his shaft. “I’m going to start fucking you now,” he warned. After pulling his dick out, he pistoned back in, back and forth in long, languid strokes. Jet was in heaven, watching his cock emerge and disappear into the tight ass over and over.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">When James moaned, an erotic plea, Jet knew he’d crossed the line from pain into pleasure. He gripped the young man’s hips and pumped his cock in and out of his ass in firm, rapid movements. As the minutes passed, James wriggled against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You’re mine, James. Your ass is mine. Your cock is mine. Tell me it’s true.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">James only moaned each time he exhaled, too far gone for speech. Jet froze. “Answer me, baby. Tell me your cock and your ass belong to me.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">“Yes!” James panted. “I’m yours. You own my cock and my ass.”</span>Winona Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210457298200392986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216610466624779058.post-71927062532195662162011-05-22T04:16:00.000-07:002011-05-22T04:16:00.701-07:00Six Sentence Sunday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sixsunday.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOx4O7c42PlAdUu-6-CZSrQQd2dSRb_dKkkaqcup12KHpp6KvBM7kturbseiX7JmGa0UDma6pppn_EldvIKToMg5TbiikkHnOlKrBWR8e-MWQdRPxz09Ch9FeDpTsjKr97wQHTUclplc/s1600/sixsundayheader.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">"You don’t love him! All you care about is his cock." </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">The fist came out of nowhere, knocking Waylon back into the coffee table. He fell back, the glass top shattering into thick bits. "Get up you motherfucker!" </span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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