Spotlight on Getting A Raise by Tamsin Baker #NewRelease #Erotic #GLBT

Getting a Raise by Tamsin Baker

 
 
M/M short story: (Romance on the Go)

 
 
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 









Blurb:

Nick is the most beautiful, successful, amazing man—just ask his executive assistant Tayte. 

Tayte’s been in love with his boss from the moment he set eyes on him. But two years working with him and Tayte isn’t even sure Nick is gay. 

But it’s time for his contract evaluation and Nick wants to give Tayte more than just a raise.

 

Excerpt:

It took Tayte ten minutes to walk to his car, then another fifteen to drive to Nick’s place and find a place to park.

When he stepped up to the intercom on the outside of the expensive apartment block his heart was pounding a hundred mile a minute.

He pressed the apartment number and waited, thrusting his hands into his suit pant pockets.

“Come on up.” Nick’s voice came through the speaker and a loud buzzing ensued.

Tayte grabbed at the door handle and pulled hard, not wanting to look ridiculous by asking Nick to do it again.

He rode the lift up, his belly unsettled and excited. He shouldn’t be nervous. They’d already had sex. What else was going to happen?

He walked up to apartment twenty-seven. How many times had he thought about this moment? He’d made up a hundred excuses in his head, scenarios where he’d end up at Nick’s apartment at ten o’clock at night and they’d make out, or something.

He laughed as he knocked on the door and hung his head in shame. When did reality ever beat a fantasy?

“Never.” He muttered beneath his breath just before the door swung open.

“I’m just cooking a steak. You want one?”

Nick was topless, in jeans, and holding a pair of tongs.

“I love you.”

Did I just say that? Oh fuck!

Nick just laughed and waved him in. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Tayte wandered in, half transfixed by the sight of Nick’s gorgeous arse moving in his blue denim and the other half salivating over the smell of cooking steaks.

He walked down a hallway and stepped into a massive open plan living space.

“Wow,” Tayte said as he walked toward the floor to ceiling windows showing off a magnificent view of the city. “What a view.”

“Yeah, thanks. It was the main reason I bought this apartment. Some of the other ones were bigger, but the view sold me on this place.”

Tayte nodded and continued to stare. Wow. On a clear morning you’d be able to see all the way to the docklands.

“Medium rare okay for you?” Nick asked and Tayte turned around to face his chef for the evening. His belly rumbled in response and he rubbed over the loud sound.

“Yes please.”

Nick had set the glass table for two and set two plates down, each with a steak, a handful of green beans, and some garlic bread.

“You want anything else?” Nick asked as he unscrewed the top on a bottle of red wine and poured a couple of glasses. “Unless you want a beer instead?”

Tayte shook his head and swallowed hard.

“No, that’s great.”

They sat down opposite each other and picked up their wine glasses.

“Cheers and welcome,” Nick said with a relaxed smile, inclining his glass toward Tayte’s.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” Tayte moved his glass forward clumsily and the crystal clanged with a ricocheting racket.

“Fuck. Sorry.” Tayte grabbed onto his wine goblet to still the noise and gulped down some of the peppery red. He was seriously stuffing this up.

“No stress.” Nick smiled again before he too drank some of his wine. “Dig in.”

Tayte stared down at his eye fillet and picked up his utensils. How much more of a spazz could he be? He cut into his steak, red juices oozing from the center.

“It’s probably closer to rare, than medium,” Nick said as Tayte put a piece in his mouth and groaned as paradise exploded across his tongue.

“Good?” Nick asked, expectation and pleasure already present in his blue eyes.

“Hmmm, mmmm,” Tayte responded, swallowing then continuing to devour the eye fillet that was cooked to perfection. “Wow.” He sighed when he’d finished, reaching for the accompanying carbohydrate and inhaling the fumes. He loved garlic bread, especially one slathered in butter.

“You got plans for the weekend?” Nick asked.

The boss was making small talk! Now that was a first

 

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And he knows it, too ...
 I found this on Facebook the other day and snatched it up quick fast. Usually these kinds of picture-quote things flood my timeline so much I simply keep scrolling on, ignoring them. This one wasn't quite the same. I think it applies to everyone, truthfully. Anyone who loves, those in relationships, that sort of thing. But, I think it especially applies to those creative people out there. The writers, the artists, the musicians. All of those souls who sometimes find themselves drowning in another world for whatever reason, because they just can't not do what they do: create. People on the outside often overlook the lovers and spouses behind the authors, artists, and musicians. Our muse is discussed, our processes, and the things inside that give the push and the drive to get it all done. I don't overlook my spouse. Eleven years, two children--three in a couple of short months--and everything else that's stepped in our lives later, he is still my best friend. He is the one person I count on to understand me, my moods, the process of this crazy, time-sucking, life-draining, stressful, rewarding gift that is my writing, because he always has. Never once did he question my ability to do it, he's always encouraged me to continue, even when everything felt like ruins, and I believe he always will. Sure, he complains sometimes. I'm often reminded there are other things besides the words in my head and the characters who won't leave me alone, but that's okay, too. It's a part of us. I wouldn't write if I didn't have him. And he knows it, too.
 
--Kris

Spotlight on Mile High Service by @NikkaMichaels #Erotic #GLBT





 

 

By Nikka Michaels

 

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M

 

Length: Short Story, sequel to Room Service

 

Release Date: July 15, 2014

 

Publisher: Cobblestone Press

 

 

What is Cobblestone Press’ Blue Line?


The Blue short story line is erotica. For us, erotica is about the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy.  These stories are sexy, very graphic, and are by no means a “traditional romance”.

 

 

BLURB:

 


Seth Coleman is a talented surgeon who has the career he’s worked toward his whole life but is still missing something. As he’s standing in an airport store contemplating buying a tie, he meets handsome stranger, Carson Randall. After sparks fly, they both realize they want the same thing. They want more than just a passing meeting in an airport; they want a relationship.

 

 
 
 
 
EXCERPT:


I turned to face the wall of ties, staring at our reflections in the small mirror in the middle of the display. I cursed the color that had risen in my cheeks from the stranger’s attention. When I licked my lips nervously, his gaze landed on my mouth, and he echoed my gesture. I took a deep breath, hoping for some kind of Zen state to keep from reacting to his proximity. There was nothing more awkward than an erection at an inopportune moment.

He moved close as he reached around my body, fingers deftly flipping up the stiff collar of my shirt. The heat from his body warmed my back, and the scent of spicy aftershave and clean male flooded my senses. My eyes blinked closed as my overactive and underused imagination paged through possible scenarios that could involve us in the same position, and my blood heated. What I wouldn’t give to have him buried inside me as I braced my hands against the wall. How long had it been since I’d had this feeling?

I opened my eyes and tried to steady my breathing as I heard him move behind me. He removed the tie from the box, unrolling it slowly, and carefully draped it around my neck. His arms closed around me again as he quickly and efficiently tied a Windsor knot. The stranger’s warm breath tickled the hair at the back of my neck as he moved, sending gooseflesh prickling over my skin. He tugged the tie’s knot sharply and adjusted the fabric so it dimpled and hung just right. As his thumbs brushed against the muscles of my chest through the fabric of my shirt, I pushed back a sound that threatened to escape my dry throat. The touch had to have been completely innocent, but it still made blood rush south.

He flipped the collar of my shirt down and adjusted the stays back in place, his movements practiced and precise. As the stranger straightened the tie one last time, color rose in my cheeks. This close to this attractive man, I wondered if he could feel how he affected me as he studied my face in the small mirror.

“See, it’s perfect. Calm. In control. Commanding. Simple. Authoritative. Sexy.” The last word was a low purr in my ear as I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. Who knew tie shopping was a form of foreplay? “It looks good on you.” He lowered his voice, his murmur seemingly meant for only my ears. “But it’d look better off of you.”

 

 

 

 

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NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:

 

Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has four releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology, and Room Service the M/M BDSM short story from Cobblestone Press’ Blue line. Lip Service, the sequel to Room Service is also out from Cobblestone Press. She also has a short story, “His Assistant” in Evernight Publishing’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, to be released October and November 2014 from Carina Press.

Cover Reveal - The Life, sequel to The Arrangement #ComingSoon #ARC #Giveaway
So ... it's here!

The Life releases August 4th. It is the second book in my Russian Guns series and the sequel to The Arrangement, following along still with Viviana and Anton's story.

I'm so excited to share the cover!

I'm also giving away five ARC copies before the release, reader's choice as to the format, down below.

Now, on with the show ...

 
Blurb:

The mafia life is a dangerous one revolving around honor, duty, and greed—a troublesome thing like love isn’t meant to play a part, but no one follows the rules.

Surrounded by men waiting for the Russian mob boss to show weakness, Anton Avdonin should have known showering affection so openly on his new bride wasn’t a good idea. Of course, that didn’t stop him. When Anton’s wife begins attracting unwanted attention from an unknown source, he’s determined to find out just who is playing the risky game and put a stop to it by whatever means necessary.

From a Cosa Nostra princess to a Bratva queen, Viviana “Vine” Avdonin was made for the life. Pregnant, safe, and loved, she’s more than happy to move on from the history that haunts her to start out fresh. Then again, someone else has other plans. Old rivals from the past and bad blood from the present have mixed in the worst way, threatening to take away the things Viviana loves the very most. No matter what, she can’t let that happen.

Both Viviana and Anton know there’s only one way this can all end and it’s up to them to do it. But, who is behind the veiled threats and personal attacks, and how far are they willing to go to get what they want? When the truth finally surfaces, the consequences will be devastating and no one could have seen it coming.

In a life where everybody plays for keeps and no one fights fair, one mistake might cost them everything.
 
*Please Note, The Life is not a standalone title. The first book in The Russian Guns series (The Arrangement) should be read before the second book*
 
Sequel to The Arrangement
The Russian Guns, Book Two
 
 


 
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Guest Post: Being Luca's by Raven McAllan

Being Luca's  by Raven McAllan

The premise for the book was very limited.

 Using the name Leigh, Monteith, and Corrieri, because my hairdresser asked me to. Apart from that it was up to me. I knew what I wanted to write, but oh boy it wouldn't work for ages. I deleted the first two chapters, started with chapter three as chapter one, and all of a sudden, I wrote, and wrote, and finished a nice—well I hope so—Romance on the Go. Then I got worried that Leigh, the person, might not like Leigh the character. But she loved her, drooled over Luca and wanted to know when it was due to be published. Well I had to explain there was the none too small matter of subbing and getting an acceptance.

But chair swivel jiggle I got it…

This is the result…


 
Blurb:

What is a marriage without trust?

When damning newspaper reports point to the seeming infidelity of her husband, Formula One Racing Championship driver Luca Corrieri, Leigh runs without waiting for his explanations.

After all, the pictures don't lie. He has been cheating on her with her best friend.

Luca is devastated at the ease with which Leigh abandons what they have. Surely their marriage deserves more, but how do you convince someone of your innocence when they are not prepared to listen?

When the truth finally comes out, is their love strong enough to save their marriage? 

 

Excerpt:

She lay there in that pleasant state halfway between awake and asleep and relaxed.

The heavy hand on her shoulder made her scream, shoot up out of her chair, and turn around in a move to do any prima ballerina proud. Red wine went in every direction, except luckily, on her.

The guy who stood behind her chair didn't fare so well. With red wine dripping from his hair onto his face, and from his chin onto what seemed like a very costly silk shirt, he looked a mess. Even his expensive-looking trousers hadn't got off scot-free.

The expression made Leigh want to giggle—after all she was a Scot— although the guy standing there with a face like frost didn't.

"What a way to greet me, cara. Are you still feeling so pissy? After all you got what you wanted."

Leigh saw red and it wasn't just the spilled wine. All her introspective thoughts about being narrow minded flew out of her mind.

"Asshole. Fucking asshole. No, you got what you wanted. Your dick in that marriage wrecking groupie's cunt. What I wanted was your bollocks in a vise. And her clit to shrivel and her channel to shrink."

She couldn't believe the profanities that spewed out of her. Leigh always prided herself on not swearing, because as her mother had often said, it showed a lack of imagination and vocabulary. Right then she couldn't have cared less if it made her illiterate. The words fitted.

He reddened, took out a linen handkerchief, and wiped his face without saying a word.

Leigh was on a roll. In some perverse way she was enjoying herself. It was cathartic, saying just how she felt, to his face. "I hope you got yourself checked out, Luca? After all who knows who was in that pussy before you? Did you check the hair for nits? Oh no I forgot, she's probably one who dares to bare." She didn’t mention that since she and Luca had separated she'd tried that, liked it, and never gone back to hairy. "Best way really, less to catch anything in."

"You know nothing." He barked the words, looked around and then dropped the sodden handkerchief onto the table. "That's enough."

 Leigh ignored him. "Not by a long chalk Signor Corrieri. Why are you here? How did you get in? Added breaking and entering to your list of transgressions now, have we?"

He swung a door key in front of her face. "No breaking necessary, cara. You left this in the door. Freudian slip? Or were you waiting for someone else?"

"Neither." She snatched the key from him and put it in her pocket. "I'm not the one who played away."

"Will this verbal crucifixion go on for ever?" Luca's voice was flat and unemotional. Only the tic at the corner of his eye showed how affected he was. "I screwed up, I admit it. I said sorry, what more do you want me to do? Bleed?"

"Well you screwed all right, and I guess it was up. Up into her. Bleeding isn’t enough. I've bled enough for both of us." Leigh bit back a sob. Luca lifted his arm toward her, took one look at her face and let it drop. She could only imagine what he'd seen there. However, if her emotions showed in her expression as usual, it would have been something along the lines of how she was wondering if she could commit murder and get away with it.

"You cheated, Luca. You defiled what we had. And that bitch crowed about it. In every bloody paper, before you said as much as a dicky bird. Were you hoping to get away with it? Fat chance with Angela, oh I'm your friend Leigh, bloody here's my cunt screw me whatsherface. Two faced bitch." All her thoughts of being open-minded, things aren't always what they seem, had gone from her mind. She was, in the words of her friend's daughter, 'in a mad'. "As for you, couldn't you have kept your cock in your trousers for one weekend? Was that too much to ask? And now I expect you're going to say it was all her doing. That she came on to you, and you were drunk and didn't know what was happening. Men. Think with their dicks." She turned her back on him and very deliberately filled her glass.

"No, I'm not going to say it was all her doing. It takes two to be f…"

"Okay I get your drift." Leigh sat back in her chair. "Oh sit down, Luca. Tell me why you're here and then go away. If you want some wine, in a glass and in your throat rather than over you, there are glasses in the cupboard next to the sink. If not speak up and then fuck off. I want to wallow and wonder why I'm so lacking in sexuality my husband needed a whore."

"You are so wrong, cara. But it's not my story to tell." Luca sighed, nodded and walked into the house. She heard cupboard doors open and close. Why hadn't she just told him to get lost? Taken her key and locked the door behind him?

Because we've never really talked about it.

Luca returned to the garden and poured wine into a glass before he sat next to her and swirled the liquid around the vessel.

"Good legs," he said.

She laughed, although there wasn't a lot of humor in it.

"Me or the wine?"

"Both, although in this case I meant the wine." He stretched his long legs out in front of him, and held his wine glass loosely between thumb and forefinger.

Leigh looked at him out of the corner of her eye. As ever during the race season there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, only honed and toned muscle. In any other circumstances she would have drooled.

"Ah well, I had a good teacher." By now Leigh had calmed down. Except for her unruly hormones which made her itch to undo his shirt and run her hands over those impressive abs and … down girl, this is your lying, cheating almost ex here. Or he was until she thought otherwise.  The cuss-filled rant had done her good, but worn her out. "Okay, Luca, why are you here?"

"You're not going to like it," he said in a warning tone. "But I felt I had to warn you."

Warn her? That sounded ominous. Was there anything worse he could hit her with

"Tell me."

*****

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Author Bio:

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

You can stalk me on www.ravenmcallan.com where all my sites are noted.
Musical Inspiration
I shared Shades of Cool the last time, so I figured West Coast was due this time. Obviously, I have a favorite artist in this particular genre. No point in hiding it. ;)

Enjoy!

--Kris


Inspiration for The Black Lion by @ElodieParkes - #GuestPost #EroticRomance

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.

The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires and releases July 16.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.

 

 

 



When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.

 

Read an excerpt:

Gnawing hunger forced him from his sanctuary. He traveled swiftly over the rooftops and down the alley to the nightclub on the outskirts of the city. Human scents swamped him in the warm summer night. Perfumes, dirty hair and clothes, fragrant food, desire, all mixed with the overwhelming lure of blood. He drifted to the paved ground a little way from the red lacquered door of The Black Lion. His boots made a muffled thud as he landed. He adjusted his jacket, ran his hands through his thick, dark hair, and approached the closed door.

A few promotional posters for former guest bands curled on the dimpled wood. The door opened to his push. Sascha knew it would. When the club closed, the door would be locked with bolts and a bar on the inside. He walked down the short corridor toward the swirling darkness, the thump of base, the promise of a meal.

“Evening, Sascha. You’re early tonight.” Gary, the bouncer, grinned at him from the arched entrance to the nightclub dance floor.

Sascha glanced at the closed hatch of the entrance ticket booth behind Gary. The club only charged after midnight. He pasted his charming smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s been a boring day, thought I’d start early tonight.” Sascha sauntered to the bar. There were few people around. It would get busy later. Friday night usually was. A large group of young women danced in a circle to the thumping music. A couple propped up the bar at the far end. A young man lounged against one of the pillars, watching the circle of swaying breasts and asses. Sascha inhaled the delicious aroma of the barman. “Gin and tonic, Jeff, thanks.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, Hot Ink Press

 

Find ‘The Black Lion’ retailing at .99 cents and equivalent on all Amazons, July 16, 2014


Find ‘The Black Lion’ retailing at .99 cents and equivalent on all Amazons, July 16, 2014, visit Elodie’s blog for the links to buy the book. http://elodieparkes.blogspot.com

About the author:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.


She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

 

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#Edits are done for Spray Paint Kisses - Teaser #ComingSoon #Contemporary #Romance
WIN!

Yes, I consider edits being done and over with a serious win on everyone's part, but mostly mine. These ones weren't so bad, but still, I get the eye twitch and ick feeling going on every time edits cross my lovely inbox. It isn't so lovely when they are in there.

Nonetheless, they're done. Spray Paint Kisses, a novella due out sometime in August from Evernight Publishing is one step closer to publication.

That makes me happy.

So, a little tease from the story:


“A bite?” she asked softly.

Gage offered the melting ice-cream without a word, watching as she leaned forward and took the bite. That candy mouth of hers closed around the spoon, drawing in his gaze straight to her lips. The way they tightened, and how her smile formed at the coldness sweeping her taste buds.

As Summer released the spoon, Gage finally felt like he could breathe.

“You’ve got something right here,” he said lowly, using his free hand to swipe at the bit of fudge on her bottom lip. When her tongue snaked out to sweep her lip and his thumb, Gage shuddered. “Shit … um—”

“Don’t do that,” Summer interjected calmly.

“Do what?”

“Freak out, Gage. I’m just a girl. Like any girl.”

No she wasn’t. She wasn’t just any fucking girl.

Summer was still talking, though. “Don’t be worried about sending me running or—”

She didn’t need to say anything else. Gage leaned forward and caught her lips in a kiss that shocked him right down to his blood and bones. The way her mouth melded into his, opening to invite him in, the taste of vanilla and chocolate edging around her lips, Gage was lost.

He barely registered her taking the sundae from his grasp to set it down, or the way she pulled him close enough to fist both her hands into his shirt. The only thing he could feel and know was her … The feel of her lips, the stroke of her tongue along his, the way she smelled, and tasted in his mouth.

No, not any other girl.

Gage didn’t care what she said about it.