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Monday, September 22, 2014

#MasturbationMonday in Ancient Rome #historical #erotic and #LGBTQ excerpt



This is my first time participating in Masturbation Monday. I'm sharing an excerpt from my new release Private Pleasure. Livia, a member of the Roman elite, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave Naomi. Their relationship is threatened when her father proclaims that she is to marry the powerful Senator Felix.

Now they want to enjoy every day they have left together.

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Long brown tresses cascading across her shoulders, Naomi backed up to the bed and lay down, raising her arms above her head. This seductive move showed off her curves, especially the swell of her bosom and accentuated the rise of her mons.
“You’re beautiful,” Livia said, approaching her.
Naomi’s smile brightened. “Thank you, Domina.”
She stood at the foot of the bed, between Naomi’s splayed legs. Her hands traveled across her knees, up her thighs, then dipping down to her mound, already beginning to glisten with desire.
Naomi gasped at the caress, pleasure seeping through her gaze.
Livia delighted in her power over the enslaved Venus. Their debauchery was shunned, but Naomi had not complained when Livia had first asked to see all of her and drank in every compliment showered upon her.
Livia leaned over and brushed kisses across Naomi’s smooth belly, blazing a trail lower.
Naomi’s bosom rose and fell in rapid succession, her fingers intertwined in the bed sheets. She knew not to move, not to make a sound.
Naomi slipped a finger inside her, feeling the moist heat and delighting in the wetness, and in Naomi’s tiny moan.
“Shh,” Livia said.
Naomi bit her lip and held her breath.
Livia slowly probed her lovers heated core, thrusting the digit in and dragging it back out.
Naomi’s head tipped back, the curve of her neck available for kissing.
Shifting her body, straddling the prone woman with one leg on the bed, Livia licked and kissed her neck and throat. Her finger continued their languid fucking.
Frustration began to show on Naomi’s face, Livia could not hold back a laugh. The woman wanted more, needed more.
Livia added a second finger and increased the pace of her ministrations.
Naomi hissed.
Livia shook her head, reminding Naomi to remain silent.
No one must know of their private pleasures. If their secret was ever exposed, both of them would be courting disaster. Most likely Naomi would be sold and a disgraced Livia would bring shame upon her family… She’d be lucky if all her father did was disown her and banish her from her home. The laws would allow him to do much worse things.
Naomi’s nipples stood taut, erect. Livia abandoned her neck, latched onto the right one and sucked deeply. She rolled the hardened bud with her tongue until Naomi gasped.
The woman just couldn’t keep quiet this evening. Livia muffled the woman’s mouth with her own, slipping her tongue into the open mouth, claiming it, mastering it.
Naomi moaned, the noise swallowed by Livia’s mouth. The sensation of their lips pressed together made Livia’s nether region throb and her juices flow. She kissed Naomi with pent up passion, her fingers continuing their teasing.
Their intimacy was a treasure she held dear, a closely guarded secret. She always saw that Naomi was satisfied and the woman returned the favors.
Livia teased her, dragged it out as long as she could, watching Naomi writhe on the bed, silently begging for more.
Livia shifted her mouth to Naomi’s left nipple, giving it the same attention as the right one, pinching, licking and sucking. When she pulled back her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
Naomi was so wet her fingers easily slipped within the woman’s moist heat. Naomi panted, but did not say a word.
Livia kneaded the woman’s now wet breasts hard, but not rough enough to bruise the tender pale skin.
Naomi’s mouth gaped open and Livia feared she would cry out, but the scream was silent.
“You like this, don’t you?” Livia cooed.
“Yes, Domina,” Naomi rasped. Her voice sounded from deep in her throat, almost a grunt.
She was holding back and Livia loved to torture her. But now it was time.
Ready to bring her bliss, Livia worried the protruding bud within Naomi’s nether lips with a finger. A tremor rippled across her servant’s flesh.
Livia’s heart ached to not only give Naomi pleasure but freedom as well. When she had been but a young girl she’d asked father for that favor which he quickly denied. A slave could only be freed if they had a way to support themselves, and a woman was required to find a husband, first. Livia didn’t know if she could let Naomi go. Could she share her sweet body with a man?
Suddenly Naomi’s body tensed and Livia knew she was close. Her heart ached at the thought of their parting. She couldn’t leave her. Her melancholy would be enough to drive her husband into madness.
Livia increased the pace of her finger thrusts wanting to watch Naomi come to pieces. The woman sank her teeth into her plump lip and her eyes widened. She came hard, gushing onto Livia’s hand.
Livia continued playing with the bead until the aftershocks ended, delighting in every whimper escaping Naomi’s clamped lips.
Livia dried off her hand on a scrap of cloth. Naomi’s smooth skin was now slightly flushed and shone with sweat.
The scent of her musk mixed with her own arousal. She was soaked and ready for Naomi to return the pleasure.
She offered her hands and helped pull Naomi to a sitting position on the bed. Naomi’s eyes locked with hers.
Naomi rested her head on Livia’s shoulder. Her slave’s body heat seeped through her stola, and Livia inhaled sharply.
Naomi offered a mischievous smile, eyes gleaming.
Livia cradled Naomi’s face in her hands and kissed her forehead, directing her forward.
Naomi readily obeyed, licking Livia’s right breast through her clothing.
“Yes,” Livia said softly. This is what she’d been dreaming about for hours.



Happy Masturbation Monday!

Shiloh

Monday, September 15, 2014

Grimm Fairytale Excerpt: Bitten by Snake Oil


Bitten by Snake Oil

M/M Historical Western Romance
A retelling of the Grimm Fairytale The Old Man Made Young Again

Working Blurb:

After his wife died four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When a sexy medicine show man comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but gets erotically vivid dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.

He can’t stop thinking of Peter Saint. It takes all his strength and energy to fight the attraction until he finally gives in. Jed and Peter act on his fantasies but the bliss is short-lived. To their detriment the preacher runs the men out of town. The lovers flee, but Jed is unable to leave his feeble mother-in-law without even saying goodbye. He braves the wrath of the riled Christians only to return home to a trap.

Peter has one more potion up his sleeve that will change their lives forever. Can it save them?


Excerpt:

I strolled around to open my blacksmith’s shop and saw Peter Saint standing outside reading my sign.

My stomach knotted. What was he doing here?

“Can I help you?” I asked, unlocking the door.

“Just waiting for you to return.”

He smiled and my heart bucked. For a second I debated whether to stay or flee. His eyes looked very perceptive. After he caught me staring earlier did he know my secret? Was he going to say anything? “Why is that?” I asked, my voice grating my throat.

He smiled and my heart bucked. For a second I debated whether to stay or flee. His eyes looked very perceptive. After he caught me staring earlier did he know my secret? Was he going to say anything? “Why is that?” I asked, my voice grating my throat.

“One of my horses threw a shoe. It should be a simple job.”

I nodded. “Bring him around back and I’ll see if I have a shoe that will fit.”

Mr. Saint led a buckskin mare around the shop. I watched him, hoping I didn’t look to be undressing him in my mind.

“I should have hot coals left,” I said, tearing my gaze away from his wiry body. “I’ll get the fire going again in no time.”

“Good. Good. I haven’t eaten yet. Think I can head to the restaurant and you’ll be done when I’m finished?”

“Sure.” I didn’t want him to leave although it was for the best. I doubted I could keep my mind on my work if he was near, watching me.

Once I got my forge hot it didn’t take me very long to get the mare a new shoe, and then I found myself waiting for her owner to reappear.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Book Spotlight: Hard Act to Follow by Kimber Vale




The Hard Act to Follow Playlist: Lies by Chvrches

Guest post by Kimber Vale


Hi, gang! It’s Kimber Vale with the top nine at nine. Okay, that’s actually wrong. Kimber Vale with the lengthy playlist breakdown for Hard Act to Follow, more like. Hey, this is my shtick and I’m shticking to it.

Next up we have an appropriately titled song called Lies from the ultra-cute band, Chvrches. I was heavily into their The Bones of What You Believe album while writing Hard Act. Normally pop is not my go-to music, but, for one thing, Kyrie listens to music that is pretty far removed from my usual so I got into a dance/pop listening mode because it felt right while writing him. Also, I fell in love with this band. The lead singer looks and sounds like a little doll. I just want to squeeze her cheeks!

Lies are an important bit of story rebar in Hard Act to Follow. Kyrie, although an actor, has a hard time telling them. Ironic, I know. He makes himself sick whenever he manages to tell an untruth and time only makes it worse with the building anxiety and guilt causing actual physical symptoms.

So, when Kyrie lies to Greg the morning after, and says he doesn’t remember them having drunken sex, Greg figures he must regret it something terrible if he’s willing to pretend it never happened.

Anyway, listen to the entire Chvrches album. It’s got the Kimber “Usually a Metal Head” Vale seal of approval. I just put it on and my daughter groaned, but you should hear the crap she likes. Awful.



Excerpt:

“Beer!” Kyrie came from Greg’s small kitchen with two fists full of Sierra Nevada IPA. “Last two— You need to do better, buddy.”


“I try not to keep a ton of alcohol—”


“Yeah, yeah. But this is why we never hang here.” Kyrie turned around, arms spread, still laden with pale ale. “And this…” He spun around. “Is so much classier than my dump. Game nights would be sweet over on the swanky side of town, bro.”


“I let you and the other riffraff over here every other week, and the swanky side of town just took a turn for the worse.”


Liar. You let Kyrie over here and he’ll drink too much and pass out on your bed. That’s why you avoid this shit—because you can always leave his place with your blue balls and your pathetic fantasies. But Kyrie here is a live hand grenade. Duck and cover.


“Catch!” Kyrie tossed the beer underhand, and Greg barely managed to grab it with uncoordinated fingers.


“Watch it!” Greg bent to set the beer on his glass coffee table, heart thumping for a thousand reasons.


“You deserve an exploded brew for that comment.” Kyrie popped his bottle cap with a keychain opener that screamed arrest me. He dropped his keys on the table beside Greg’s beer while looking up at him with an intense stare. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Tired of playing with the riffraff across town?” Kyrie smirked, but pain touched his voice and eyes.


“No, man. You know I’m busy as hell. I didn’t mean that about game night…”


“You totally did.” He narrowed his amber gaze at Greg. “Kilborne’s a slob, and he and Liv would lick your fridge clean. Their combined eating forces are the stuff of legend.”


“It’s weird. She does have an amazing appetite for a girl her size.”


“It’s her thyroid, lucky bitch. Big eyes and a stick figure. She looks like a freakin’ anime.”


Greg grinned, reaching for his beer as he sat heavily on the couch. He recalled its tumultuous state and set it back on the table.


Kyrie plopped down next to him, his knee brushing Greg’s despite the vacant cushion to the guy’s left. “Here. I said I was gonna get you good and drunk.” He took a quick tug and then pushed his bottle into Greg’s hand.


“I really don’t need it. I’m there.”


“You need something. To relax. Chill out. Live a freakin’ little. Something.” Kyrie knocked his knee into Greg’s and his hand slipped off the beer and fell onto Greg’s thigh.


“I’m… relaxed.” But the buzz was suddenly scattered by apprehension. Kyrie couldn’t be this close—touching him. Rubbing the inside of my goddamn thigh!


“Chug it.” Kyrie leaned over, his breath hoppy and sweet, his top lip still glistening from the last sip he’d taken. Greg sucked in a wavering inhalation.


The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.


“Drink up.”


Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.


“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.


Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.


Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often—Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.


All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.


“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.


Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his bulging cockhead. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.


“Kyr—” he croaked.


“Shhh.” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.


Blurb:


Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.

Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?

A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.


YouTube link for Lies by Chvrches: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81RqEnvczV8



Bio:


K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com. The blog: http://www.kimbervale.me.


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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I'm on Gemini Girls with their GiMMEE MM extravaganza

Gemini Girls is have a MM extravaganza and today I step into the spotlight for a quick interview!

Learn about my books, my characters, and what I'm working on now.

If you have an extra minute scroll through and see the other great M/M authors who are taking part in GIMMEE too.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Cover Reveal: Private Pleasure - Ancient Roman Menage

I've been struggling to write my very first menage romance. Inspired by several stories I've read set in Ancient Rome I decided to write my own. Only it has taken me a year of writing and editing it off and on to finally finish.

I'm happy and excited to say that it is in the last round of editing. Once I get back line edits it will be good to go.

This means I will be self-publishing Private Pleasure very soon.

Here is my pretty cover courtesy of First Impressions Book Covers.



Sunday, August 10, 2014

Book Spotlight: The Tenant by Sotia Lazu




Book Title: The Tenant
Author: Sotia Lazu
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 55K
Release Date: 08.07.2014
ISBN: 
Purchase Links: 

The Tenant by Sotia Lazu

Blurb
In hopes of getting her fiancé to consummate their relationship before the wedding, Amanda convinces him they should check out the apartment her father gave her as a gift for their upcoming nuptials. Darkness and privacy are supposed to work in her favor, but there is one parameter she doesn’t know about: the apartment is not empty yet, and the current tenant has no plans of moving.

Derek has had a hell of a few months. His girlfriend turned out to be a cheater and then stole his restaurant. He's not about to also give up the place he's called home for three years—even if his hot but infuriating landlady threatens to move in by the end of the week.

When her own lease is up, Amanda is forced to make good on her threat. As if life isn't already hard enough, her tenant-turned-roommate is as sexy as he is annoying, and her fiancé is caught with a half-naked woman.

Now she and Derek need to find a way to survive their forced cohabitation. They soon discover sleeping with the enemy can be fun.

Excerpt

Hushed voices. There were people whispering inside his home, and—

Something crashed.

It might have been fury at whoever dared vandalize his home that drove his feet from bathroom to bedroom, naked as the day he was born. It could have been hope he’d finally get out some of his frustration that curled his fingers around the baseball bat lying beneath his bed and led him the rest of the distance to his living room in the pitch black.

Weighing the bat in one hand, he pressed the fingers of the other to the light switch he knew to be at his left, and took in the lit room.

A couple was making out on his floor. By his overturned table and his smashed lamp.

He scowled so hard his forehead hurt, but it was all he could do not to charge them and bash their heads in.

“What the fuck are you doing in my place?” he asked the kneeling hulk. He’d heard about people making out in parks, playgrounds, even cemeteries, but breaking into someone’s home to get some was unbelievable.

The small blonde lying on the floor sat upright, eyes blazing. “Your place? My father gave me this apartment!”

Her boyfriend simply blinked at him.

Was it Derek’s imagination, or was the blonde having a hard time looking him in the eye? He was tempted to mention his face was an entire torso—and then some—higher than what she was staring at, but his ego needed some stroking, so he let her take all of him in, while his mind caught up to what she’d just said.

“You’re Kenneth’s daughter?” he finally asked, the bat only slightly lowered. Alice’s sister. This one was shorter, and Alice dyed her hair dark brown these days, but Derek could see the resemblance.

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, and her eyes were the same bright green as her sister’s. “You’re the guy who’s supposed to be gone?”

He could apologize and say he’d forgotten because of the rain of utter shit falling on him lately.

He could ask for a bit more time until he’d found a new place.

Or he could be an ass. Nobody else seemed to think twice about being an ass to him. “Hardly,” he said with a snort. “I’m supposed to be right where I am. You, on the other hand, are trespassing. Or is it breaking and entering?”

The young woman scrunched her nose, which was adorable in a snooty, bratty way. “No breaking. I’ve got a key.” She narrowed her eyes. “When Mason and I were first engaged, Dad said he asked you to move. That was three months ago.”

Mason. That was the silent brute’s name. “I remember no such thing, and” —he looked pointedly at the remains of his favorite lamp— “there has definitely been some breaking.”

Blondie bounced up and glared. Funny, but she was intimidating despite her small stature. Maybe that was why Mason stood back and let her handle things. “Dad bought the place for me, to begin with,” she said. “You knew when you first moved in that I was eventually going to be needing it.”

That was true. Derek had heard all about how this was one day going to be a wedding present for Kenneth’s oldest daughter—and what was her name, again?—though said daughter hadn’t even been dating back then. Kenneth said his daughter was picky and needed a man with serious backbone before she settled down.

Things had apparently changed.

Derek considered waving the bat to see if the big guy would flinch, but decided to be the bigger man—and wasn’t that ironic, when Mason had at least four inches on him? “Kenneth mentioned something, but he didn’t give me the sixty days notice he was supposed to.” Blondie opened her mouth, probably to repeat her father let him know three months ago. Now was time for the coup de grace, and Derek somehow knew he’d love watching her squirm. “As you know, the notice is supposed to be in writing or it doesn’t count,” he said.

And smirked.

And winked.

Mason grabbed Blondie’s shoulder, flexing his arm in the process. The look on his face indicated that Derek’s nudity might have offended him more than Derek’s intention to not vacate the premises for at least two more months. “Let’s go, Mandi.” Ah, that was her name. “We’ll talk to your father. He’ll know what to do.”

Her gaze said she knew what to do too, and it involved the painful insertion of the baseball bat in Derek’s most private orifice.

Derek’s smirk widened into a grin. “And now get out of here, before I have to call the police and report you for harassment on top of everything else.”

Mandi stared him down for a split second, but when Derek swung his bat in the air, her overly inflated toy boy all but dragged her out the door.

Derek propped his weapon on his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and went to bed. He sensed his swagger had returned. Maybe that was because he’d actually felt he had balls, for the first time in days.

Odd way for his day to improve, but it had. He would give anything for another opportunity to bait Mandi Murphy. If he couldn’t torture the woman who’d hurt him, he’d torture the one who wanted to evict him. He had to be subtle about it, though. He didn’t want to make Kenneth mad at him.

About the Author
Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.

She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.

Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.

Also, she hates mornings!

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Linatar's Pet now Available - Scifi M/M romance

Linatar's Pet is now available on GayScificBooks.com. It is listed under the free books section.
I welcome comments! I am planning on expanding the story at some point and releasing it as a full novella.

Linatar's Pet is the prequel to Linatar's Chosen. I have a whole space battle planned!



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