Winners and More Giveaways!

Congratulations to ***Midia*** - the big Easter Blog Hop winner of the Three's Allowed Series and a $10 Gift Card from All Romance eBooks. Three other winners from Sunday are Dawn M, Josie, and Catherine Lee! Congratulations to all the winners! Thanks to everyone who stopped by to leave a comment. I gave away 14 books plus the gift card - whoo, that was fun! I sure love the chance to win-hope you did, too.

Be sure to check out the other big contest I'm sponsoring right now...especially if you've ALREADY read Continental Divide! Continental Divide Facebook Fan Page

We have a fabulous prize for 3 lucky winners, but we're going to make you work for it... To enter you must do both:

1. 'Like' the page
2. Post on the page and tell us something you liked about the book...are you team Jamie or team Remy? Have a favorite scene? Something you want to see in Oceans Apart?

And what's a contest without fantabulous prizes?

We have three (yup 3!) great prizes, for three winners. We'll go in order, the first name drawn selects 1st, second name drawn selects 2nd, and the third name drawn gets the final prize. Not to worry...you're going to love them.

1- Receive a T-shirt or Tote of the winner's choice from our very own Danny Johns' Teez Me Shop - shipped directly to your door.
1- Receive a $25 gift certificate from All Romance eBooks
1- You get to name a character in Oceans Apart AND receive an advanced copy (be a beta reader) at least one week before the public release date.

Okay, those are the rules, the fabulous prizes, winners to be announced on Sunday, April 21. Now, get reading and get posting!

Cleaning Up the Weekend (NSFW Excerpt)

It's been a nice, long Easter weekend here - lot's of Opening Day MLB action with my Diamondbacks,  giving away books on the blog, and of course, some writing, too.

I've got three more copies of Continental Divide to give away today, PLUS the grand prize of the complete set of the Three's Allowed series and $10 Gift Card. Don't forget to leave your name and email...and if you need to substitute because you already have CD...just let me know!

So what do you need to do after busy work like that? Clean, up, of course.Here's a scene that many Continental Divide readers have picked as a favorite:

The Shower Excerpt:

In the end, he’d decided he would have to take care of this himself. The last thing he needed was to get picked up for lewd and lascivious. Wouldn’t that phone call be interesting? Uh, Inspector, I could use a little help here. He snorted. Yeah, he could use a little help, all right. Maybe he’d find a club tonight and grab a twink to take to the back room. A short blond, with brown eyes and thin lips. God, anything but tall, dark, and fuck-me-stupid.

Remy stripped quickly, eyed the tub, but settled for the glass enclosed shower stall. He gathered his shampoo, soap, and the all-important lube, and after adjusting the temperature, stepped inside. He washed quickly, preferring to get business out of the way before pleasure, although this little bit of pleasure was practically going to be all-business. Christ, he didn't remember being this horny in his life. Just the thought of that shit-eating grin Jamie gave him when he'd realized they were gonna share that fuckin' bed…Or the way his green eyes glittered out from under that mop of black hair? He'd almost shot his load right there.

Once every trace of the old lady smell had been replaced by the spicy-man-soap, he leaned back against the tile and let the spray wash over him. Absently, he ran his hand over his furred chest while he conjured up the image of his future twink. Definitely had to be a blond and preferably American. There was no room for a black-haired Brit in his fantasies. He pinched a nipple, adding a twist, nice and hard, just as he liked it. He bit back a moan as his other hand drifted lower to skim lightly over the trail of hair that ran from his navel to the thick patch at the base of his cock. He reached back to tug at his balls, to slow things down a bit.

He poured some lube into his palm and with one foot propped against the opposite wall of the shower, he massaged slick over his dick and balls. He was wound too tight already. Fuck, he needed a man. He wrapped his fist around his cock and with long, slow strokes, his hand began the dance.

Eyes closed, he drew his fantasy blond to mind, nothing but a nameless tool. He pictured pushing him to his knees, imagined soft lips, a slippery tongue, deep, hard thrusts to the back of a willing throat. Then the image shifted and he was holding that eager mouth in place with fingers twisted in long strands of silky black hair as he pumped faster. A moan escaped as his balls drew up tight. With his eyes still closed, he imagined watching his lover's perfectly shaped lips stretch wide around his cock, as he opened his throat and took him all the way down. Black hair streamed back from the chiseled face as the spray from the shower left glistening drops of water running over the creamy skin. Familiar eyes looked up, as his imaginary lover swallowed around his cock and the tingle at the base of his spine seemed to suddenly shoot straight out the head of his dick.

His propped foot hit the floor in order to keep his balance and he gentled his stroke. The load he shot would have drowned a real man. With a final pulse, his body let go of the stress that had been building ever since Jamie had walked into his hotel room. Fuck. Jamie. Somewhere along the way, his fantasy had shifted to the man who even now waited in the other room. To his sultry mouth, sculpted face, and eyes that seemed to see straight through him.

With a sigh of relief that it had only been a fantasy and Jamie would never know, Remy opened his eyes and found a steamy green gaze watching him through the glass shower door. At the look of hunger on the other man’s face, Remy milked his cock with a few more stokes. Then he rinsed his hands, never looking away from the other man.

Continental Divide by Lisa Worrall and L.E. Harner

The Blurb:

Detective Remington frickin’ hates the missing persons detail, but a cold fury builds in the pit of his stomach when he realizes that over the past three months six boys have disappeared from the smaller communities that surround the greater Phoenix area. All reported to be runaways looking to escape their shitty lives, but Remy’s starting to put together a different picture and he doesn’t like it one damn bit.

Inspector Jamie Mainwaring stares at the six reports, willing them to make sense. Six boys, six months, all from just outside of London, which meant six different investigations. All of the boys were between the ages of ten and fifteen, all purportedly runaways from dysfunctional families. Something was rotten in Denmark.

There are always runaways. Every small town loses them—every big city collects them. Kids look for freedom and discover they have more to lose than they ever thought possible. London and Phoenix, culture and cowboys, nothing linking these two sprawling metropolitan areas. Nothing except a hit on a computer data search.

Two cops, one a cowboy, the other a Lord. A secret government agency, human trafficking, and a blazing hot mutual distraction.

What the hell have Remington and Mainwaring gotten themselves into?

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B007IP3VM4

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-continentaldivide-744915-152.html

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/continental-divide-lisa-worrall/1109448488?ean=2940014271448

Don't forget to leave a comment for the grand prize tomorrow of the entire Three's Allowed Series PLUS a $10 Gift Card from All Romance eBooks.

Be sure and visit all the other great authors this weekend!

The Easter Blog Hop 

Sexy Saturday Snippets: First Kisses

And Now for Something Completely Different

I thought we'd celebrate Saturday with a couple of sexy snippets from three different books and then give a couple of books away at the end of the day...so here we go with today's rules. Read the three excerpts, and then leave me a comment with your name, email, and which book you'd like to have if your name is selected. We'll go with three winners today...

Highland Shift (Highland Destiny, Book 1)

Elena MacFarland wonders what everyone else knows about her new farm that she doesn't, and whether she'll live long enough to find out. Betrayed by her fiancé and the powerful Worthington family, Elena fights back and negotiates a comfortable settlement with one small caveat: she must live in Scotland for two years. One kidnapping and two attempts on her life later, the darkly arrogant Scot, Faolan MacGailtry declares himself her new protector and moves into her farmhouse. Major problem? He was present at all three incidents. Elena decides to follow the adage to keep her friends close and enemies closer--but which is he? One by one, Elena uncovers Faolan's darkest secrets: his Druid heritage, his connection to her past, and finally, the deadly curse that is powerful enough to destroy them both.

The Excerpt:

Elena was physically exhausted from the travel and emotionally drained from the humiliation of her story. After talking for what seemed like hours, she’d certainly told Faolan enough to make a personal connection. Would that be enough for him to let her go? Elena kept her eyes on the road, but she sensed his gaze on her. They didn’t speak again except for his terse directions once they arrived in Inverness. 

Elena tried to sort through her muddled thoughts. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten to think of him as a kidnapper. After all, he now knew more about her than anyone else in Scotland. More than anyone, anywhere, really. When she saw the Hilton right in front of them, she realized he’d seen her safely to her destination. She pulled to the curb, but Faolan stared into the rain, his expression unfathomable. 

She watched her traitorous hand as it reached up to gently touch his face, “Are you okay?” The moment Elena touched his face, a bolt of electricity shot up her arm and coursed through her body, straight to her core. Her breath caught in her throat, and her gaze lingered on his firm, luscious lips. If he kissed her she knew she’d be lost forever. At that thought, Elena’s lips parted and she unconsciously wet them with the tip of her tongue, an invitation as old as the ages. 

Faolan turned to face her, a fierce, haunted look in his eyes. Then his expression changed to something hungrier and need seemed to smolder between them. “Elena,” he whispered hoarsely. Then his mouth was on hers, and she thought no more. 

His kiss was gentle. He reached to cup her face in both of his hands, caressing her cheek with his thumbs. Her mouth parted on an exclamation of surprise, and his tongue darted past her lips as he deepened the kiss. Faolan loosened her hair, and her raven curls spilled down her back. Threading his fingers through the silken strands, his kiss turned urgent as he pulled her even closer, and the console pressed into her side.

He kissed her with such suddenness that her brain was ten steps behind her body. His tongue thrust in, then retreated, gliding in an intimate rhythm. Elena leaned toward Faolan, getting as close as possible to his broad, warm chest and moaned softly into his mouth. Her fingers splayed across his stomach, and she slid her hands over his powerful muscles that rippled under her touch. 

Elena’s body sparked to life, heedless of the circumstances that brought them together. A reckless abandon fueled her kisses. She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer. He groaned, and Elena felt the heady power of a woman who knows she’s desired. She was being devoured and had no will to stop him. His kisses claimed her, and she wanted him to keep kissing her until her last breath. 

Breathing heavily, he pulled back slightly and nibbled on Elena’s lower lip before running kisses along her jaw to her neck. With his face buried in her hair, he whispered her name once more, “Elena.” 

Then he pulled away from the embrace, opened the door, and walked away without a backward glance. Faolan disappeared into the mist as though he were nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

Rescued: Three's Allowed

Elizabeth Ashford tries to escape her wife-beating husband before he kills her, by running into the wilderness near a highway rest area. Michael Enwright is a self-made millionaire and expert in high tech security. At the first rest stop of his long overdue sabbatical, he sees the fleeing woman and intervenes, saving Elizabeth’s life, while nearly losing his own.

When Michael’s help is misinterpreted, he ends up handcuffed and face down in the dirt before Elizabeth can set Sheriff Graeme Kennedy, her former lover, straight. In order to protect Lizzie, Graeme is forced to work with Michael and brings both of them to his cabin for protection.

Now Graeme finally has Elizabeth under his roof, right where he’s always wanted her. So why is he jacking off to visions of the drop dead gorgeous and take-charge Michael? Some things never change.

The Excerpt:

Graeme looked at him with his big dark eyes and Michael found himself staring into them, getting lost for the longest of minutes. With a jerk he broke the eye contact and turned his head away. 

Strong fingers grabbed his arm. “Don’t turn away from me, Michael. Please.” 

That one word stopped him, and he turned back to face Graeme. “What do you want from me, Graeme?” he said, his voice a harsh whisper in the night. 

Graeme stood, cupped his face, then tilted it up slightly, as if he were memorizing every feature. Then he slowly lowered his mouth. 

Michael knew this would be no mere brush of the lips. He should pull away. This wasn’t him; he didn’t kiss men. If he let this happen it would change who he thought he was. He needed to stop it. God help him, he needed it. 

He raised his mouth and met Graeme’s kiss, lips closed, and eyes wide open. 

Graeme’s eyes closed, and he hummed faintly in a sigh. Michael started to pull back, but Graeme kept his face cradled and rubbed his lips gently, and the kiss spun out. Firm lips giving gentle kisses and the scratch of beard where there’d never been roughness before. 

Michael had a moment of clarity, and he wondered what in the hell he was doing. Then Graeme pulled back, ran a tongue over Michael’s lips. 

“Open for me, Michael,” he said, breath a whisper against his mouth. 

As if compelled, Michael’s mouth relaxed, and Graeme thrust his tongue inside. Their tongues met in a clash of wills, hungry to taste each other. Michael could taste Elizabeth there as well. His mind felt far away, no room for thought, only room for feeling, only room for this kiss. Graeme’s arms wound around his waist, and slid up his back, to wind into his hair. 

A groan of desire rent the night, Graeme’s or his own, he no longer knew. He sucked on Graeme’s tongue, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Graeme plundered, seeking, giving. Finally, Graeme pulled back and, with a small moan in the back of his throat, he began to nibble and nip at Michael’s lips.

Christ! He pushed away from Graeme, breathing hard, unsure where to look. He’d felt the telltale wetness on his stomach from one of their cocks and realized he’d been pressed intimately against Graeme. The thoughts swirled in his mind, a confused tangle, with no beginning, no end. I’m naked, I kissed him, I’m fucking hard as stone. 

Ty Hard (Willow Spring Ranch, Book 1)

Tyler has used Don't Ask, Don't Tell as a shield against the truth since he was seventeen. Now, Ty finds himself cut loose from his Navy career after months of rehab from a debilitating head injury. At a loss as to what to do with his life, he travels to Willow Springs Ranch in Arizona to visit his surrogate father, only to arrive minutes after his oldest friend's death. Ty must come to terms with the loss while he fights to keep the PTSD from pulling him under. The last thing he's ready to think about is his growing attraction for another man.

Rancher Cass Cartwright's relationships never last more than a few hours, and that's just the way he likes it. Now he's in danger of doing the one thing he swore never to do: fall in love. Can Cass convince Ty to let go of his past or will sabotage at the ranch kill their love before it has a chance to grow?

The Excerpt:

Ty had found his bag near the bedroom door and dressed in the dark, moving quietly while taking inventory of how he felt. He’d been so sick yesterday afternoon, he knew there was no way they’d had sex, but why was the cowboy in bed with him? He’d watched the handsome face for a long minute and fisted his hands against an urge to stroke Cass’ strong brow, so relaxed in sleep. What would it be like to wake every morning in the arms of a man you loved? 

“Feeling better?” The deep voice slammed into him, startling Ty from his thoughts and making him jump. He turned from the pile of sliced mushrooms and lost his breath in a woosh. 

Cass stood in the arched doorway, wearing only a pair of faded jeans that fit like a second skin. He was all long, wiry muscle, classic washboard abs, and a trail of dark brown hair that led straight to the single open button at the waistband of his jeans. 

“Uhm, yeah,” Ty managed and then tore his gaze away from the feast in front of him. “Thanks for uhm…everything.” 

“Hmm…What are you doing?” Cass asked sleepily. 

“Making breakfast. I figured what with Gibby…” his voice trailed off, and tears filled his eyes. He turned back to the cutting board so Cass wouldn’t see his weakness. 

“It’s okay to cry, Tyler. I’m going to miss him, too,” Cass said, then strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. 

Ty stiffened. Damn, what was wrong with him? Cass was just trying to be nice and offer comfort in their shared grief. To his shame, he felt his dick harden. There wasn’t much room to maneuver away, since he was already standing close to the counter. He took half a step forward, to try to put a little space between them. 

Cass moved with him, pulling him even closer, and he could feel the press of all that bare skin through the thin layer of his tee shirt. They stood that way for several long heartbeats and Tyler closed his eyes and imagined taking the comfort of that embrace to another level. Something gentle brushed across his hair and he allowed himself the fantasy of accepting a lover’s comfort. 

With his eyes closed, savoring the moment, he almost didn’t realize the strong fingers that tilted his head to the side were real. Then lips brushed lightly against his neck, his cheek, and finally, soft as a whisper, against his lips. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ty said angrily and pushed himself away from Cass. 

Stepping back, Cass looked at him appraisingly for a minute. Then he licked his lips and with a slow, wicked smile, he said, “Tasting you.” 

“Well, stop it,” Ty said, but there was no heat behind his words. 

“My mistake,” Cass grinned, not looking the least bit sorry.

There you have it... 3 very different first kisses.

This isn't a vote, although feel free to share your favorite kiss among these or any other first kiss you'd like to share :)

Be sure to leave your name,  email, and which book you'd like if you're one of the  winners. 

Want to buy one now? Visit my page at Amazon: Laura Harner Store

Don't forget to leave a comment for the grand prize tomorrow of the entire Three's Allowed Series PLUS a $10 Gift Card from All Romance eBooks.

Be sure and visit all the other great authors this weekend!

The Easter Blog Hop 

Easter Blog Hop and Prizes!!

Welcome to the Easter Weekend and the giant Easter Blog Hop Giveaway!

I love having family and friends gather for a holiday meal or s special event. And look! Here you are, gathering at my place for the holiday weekend.


This weekend, hundreds of prizes are available through the Blog Hop...and not just the prizes listed on the main page. Many of the authors have additional give-aways and daily prizes.

Make sure to leave a comment to enter the giveaway here at Penis Envy. What's the big prize on my site you ask? Four books plus a $10 Gift Card for All Romance eBooks!

That's right, the entire Three's Allowed Series: Whiteout, Rescued, Salvation and next month's new release, Redemption.

Extra prize, just for today!

Today, as an additional incentive...I'm giving away a copy of Continental Divide, the best-selling new release from Lisa Worrall and LE Harner (HEY-that's me!) All you have to do to enter is leave a comment for your chance to win. (Yes, you may substitute a different book, if you already have CD). 

The Blurb:

Detective Remington frickin’ hates the missing persons detail, but a cold fury builds in the pit of his stomach when he realizes that over the past three months six boys have disappeared from the smaller communities that surround the greater Phoenix area. All reported to be runaways looking to escape their shitty lives, but Remy’s starting to put together a different picture and he doesn’t like it one damn bit.

Inspector Jamie Mainwaring stares at the six reports, willing them to make sense. Six boys, six months, all from just outside of London, which meant six different investigations. All of the boys were between the ages of ten and fifteen, all purportedly runaways from dysfunctional families. Something was rotten in Denmark.

There are always runaways. Every small town loses them—every big city collects them. Kids look for freedom and discover they have more to lose than they ever thought possible. London and Phoenix, culture and cowboys, nothing linking these two sprawling metropolitan areas. Nothing except a hit on a computer data search.

Two cops, one a cowboy, the other a Lord. A secret government agency, human trafficking, and a blazing hot mutual distraction.

What the hell have Remington and Mainwaring gotten themselves into?

Excerpt from Chapter Two

Remy gave the mirror a swipe with the spare towel and took a good look. Running a comb through his freshly cut brown hair, he thought briefly about searching for stray grays mixed in with the brown, then gave himself a snort. What the fuck did he care if he had a gray hair or two? At thirty-seven and in his line of work, he was lucky to still be alive. He turned his side to the mirror to catch sight of the latest scar, a long pink pucker that creased his left side. Seven months ago, a bullet had nearly cost him a kidney and was the reason Oswald had been able to get away with reassigning him to Missing Persons. It was just one scar of many, and he knew it would fade with time.

He rubbed his jaw and decided one more day of growth wasn’t going to make a difference. The tired eyes would be enough to scare any sane person away, and it wasn’t as if he was here to impress anyone. Hell, the only thing he wanted to impress was a hot mouth on the other side of a glory hole. And it had better be soon because it had been a while since he’d taken even that release. He blew out a breath and wondered if he had time for a little stress relief. A quick look at the counter revealed lavender-scented hand lotion to match the soap. With a defeated sigh, he made a mental note to pick up lube and condoms later.

The tap on the door reminded him he was here for a reason. Without hesitation, Remy grabbed his gun from its spot on top of the bureau, and moved to stand just to the side of the door. A quick peek through the small hole gave him a fish-eye view of a dark sleeve and a hand holding an identification card. Remy opened the door with a quick jerk and used his gun to gesture the other man inside.

“Let me see it.” He held out his hand for the credentials. With one hand on his weapon and the other reaching for the small leather folder, Remy was fully aware that left him with no hands to hold up his towel. Some things couldn’t be helped.

* * *

“Who the hell are you?” Jamie asked incredulously, not expecting to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Regardless of the gorgeous hunk of man-flesh at the other end of it. Rephrase that, the naked gorgeous hunk of man-flesh at the other end of it, as the man's loosely secured towel slipped to the floor. His gaze traveled slowly over the man’s ruggedly handsome face and down the muscled planes of his torso. Pausing longer than was perhaps polite on the long thick length of the man’s cock laying heavy against his thigh, he tried not to lick his lips as he continued down the muscled legs to the bare feet poking from beneath the dropped towel on the floor. Maybe a little homespun and unrefined for Jamie's tastes, but undeniably gorgeous all the same. “Well, I feel slightly over-dressed,” he drawled sarcastically. “If I'd known it was going to be a slumber party, I'd have packed my jammies."

“James Manwearing?” Remy questioned glancing from the ID to Jamie and back again.

Suddenly the man-flesh looked less edible as eyebrows rose high under the shaggy brown hair falling in deep brown eyes. Jamie grabbed his black wallet from the stranger’s fingers and shoved it into his jacket pocket. “It’s pronounced Mannering,” he snapped. “I’d ask to see your badge, but I don't think you can show me anything I haven't already seen.”

Jamie strode across the room to pull back the flimsy curtain and peer out into the street. Good God, what a dump! He had no idea dives such as this one even still existed in a city as affluent as London. What had good-looking done to deserve this? More to the point, what had he done to deserve this?

One minute he’s sitting at his desk, going over the latest reports with one of his team and the next he’s being dragged into the Chief Inspector’s office and told to clear his calendar and report to this address. There had been no explanation, just the steely glare of his superior and a sticky-note slapped into his palm. Jamie had worked for the man long enough to know that all he could do was follow orders and hope there was an explanation waiting for him when he arrived.

What he hadn’t been expecting was a naked man-mountain to open the door and stick a gun in his face. Turning to the man who, thankfully, had shoved some jeans and a shirt on, Jamie put his hands on his hips. “Okay, who are you and what the hell am I doing here?”

“Name’s Remington and I was gonna ask you the same thing, Detective Man-wearing.”

Can't wait? Here's the buy links: 

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B007IP3VM4

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-continentaldivide-744915-152.html

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/continental-divide-lisa-worrall/1109448488?ean=2940014271448

Don't forget to leave a comment and visit all the other great authors this weekend!

The Easter Blog Hop 

Twosday with Silvia Violet and the Men from Abandoned

I just love Twosdays, err...Tuesdays around here any more. I get to meet such interesting people. Today, the ever charming Silvia Violet is here with her new Release, Abandoned. We thought we'd spend a nice morning just chatting--

Excuse...two gorgeous men just barged their way in here and-- Oh, well don't I feel foolish?

It's Lark and Derek from Silvia Violet's latest release, Abandoned. Sorry Sylvia...we'll chat later. I need to talk with the guys...

For those who haven’t met you before…how about a quick introduction:

Hi! I'm Derek Carlson and this is my partner, Lark Zaccaro. We just found each other again after a six-month separation during which I thought Lark had sold me out to our enemies and left me in prison to die. He didn't. He saved me, and now we're going to find the man who was responsible.

How did the two of you meet? We met when we were assigned to be partners in the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau (IIB).

Was it love at first sight? 

*Derek laughs* I tried to hate Lark at first. He was cocky, and he couldn't take orders worth a damn. But he showed me that he was the best at what he did and he was hotter than hell.

*Lark rolls his eyes* Derek was such a tightass. He refused to admit how much he wanted me. He hid behind The Rules. I did everything I could to get him in bed, but he refused, leaving me horny and cranky.

Derek, what’s a day in the life of loving your man like? *glances at Lark* Unnerving. I can't get used to needing someone so much. But it's wonderful too. Knowing that Lark's there for me, that he cares, that he's not just going to up and leave.

Lark, same question back at you. What’s a day in the life of loving your man typically like? Hot. Derek is so good at….*looks over at his partner* All right, I won't embarrass him. I still can't quite believe we're really together. I want to spend every second right beside him. We're going to take some time off for the next few months and get to know each other outside of life-threatening situations. I'm excited and a little scared.

What’s the best experience you’ve had as a couple? (*blushes* Okay, you can tell that kind of story if you want, but I meant how do people respond to you as a couple?)

Lark: The moment Derek realized I hadn't betrayed him, and we both found the courage to admit that we needed each other.

What’s the worst experience?

Lark: Leaving Derek when he was captured on Lithusia. I knew I couldn't get him out by myself but walking away was the hardest thing I've ever done.

What’s your idea of a dream date?

Derek: Anything where no one is shooting at us.

Lark: Never getting out of bed.

If you could give your partner/husband anything, make his most secret and special wish come true…what would you do or what would it be?

Lark: I'd erase his memories of the time he spent in prison.

Derek: I'd buy him a farm on a low tech planet and spend a summer there with him, cut off from the buzz of urban life.

If we were 25 years in the future, what do you see when you look back at your life together?

Derek: Turmoil, arguments, sex hot enough to burn down the walls and loyalty and support most people only dream of.

And just for fun:

Chocolate or vanilla?

Derek: chocolate

Lark: You got anything kinkier than chocolate?

Boxers or briefs?

Derek: boxers

Lark: neither

Top or bottom?

Derek: Top

Lark: Bottom but we both know how to be versatile when we want to be.

And then the nosy ones about your sex life:

How many times a week?

Lark: You'd do better to ask how many times a day.

Weirdest place?

Derek: On the bridge of my ship while I was bringing it in for a landing.

Ever been caught?

Lark: We're spies. It's our job not to get caught.

Favorite positions?

Lark: Face-to-Face

Derek: anything where I can hold him down

Cuffs or scarves?

Lark: cuffs, ropes, immobilization collar. I love restraint.

Favorite fulfilled fantasy?

Derek: putting Lark in a control collar

Lark: finally getting the spanking I knew Derek wanted to give me


Final thoughts?

Lark: When I agreed to a deep cover assignment after leaving Derek on Lithusia, I never thought I'd see him again. I thank the gods every day that he's here with me now. I'm never going to take that for granted.

Derek: I love Lark more than I can say. I never thought I'd be able to admit that to him, much less say it publically, but now I can't say it enough.

Really wonderful story, guys. I loved getting to know you a little better. I'm very glad you dropped by to share it with us. Come back anytime.

Oh, and bring Sylvia, we never did get to talk!

Here's a little bit more of the guys:

Galactic Betrayal 1 Abandoned by Sylvia Violet

Blurb:

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Unedited Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin' hot it belonged in an oven. He didn't know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.

A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark's morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that's what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he'd assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn't dwell on how low he'd sunk since he'd left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.

The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he'd have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark's ticket off this cesspool of a planet.

The man's clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn't help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive's hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man's face, he froze. No. It couldn't be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark's nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.

Lark's cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.

There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek's private issue ship, then he'd finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.

Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He'd wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he'd do whatever Lark told him to.

From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.

Lark needed the man's piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .

Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark's men from turning on him, in the same way he'd turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek's back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.

"Leave us," he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

Abandoned released March 24. It's available from Silver Publishing.

Galactic Betrayal 1 Abandoned by Sylvia Violet

Twosome Tuesday: Aiden and Trace, with Sara York

People always want to hear about the real lives of some of their favorite couples. My friend Sarah York is here to talk about her latest release, but then Aiden and Trace sort of took over the interview...

For those who haven’t met you before…how about a quick introduction:
Aiden: Hi, I’m Aiden. I can’t really tell you what I do for a job, it’s classified.

Trace: He freaking gets shot at all the time.

Aiden: I do not. Since you’ve know me, how many times have I been shot at? Twice, maybe three times.

Trace: I’ve never been shot at.

Aiden: That’s because you’re a doctor and a good man. You save people.

Trace: So do you.

Aiden: Let me get back to introducing myself. I’m Aiden and socially, I can tell you I’m a computer salesperson, but that’s a lie. I’m in a much more dangerous business, one that requires me to do some rather questionable things at time.

Trace: But it’s all for good.

Aiden: Yes, it is. How about we do your introduction since I can’t actually talk about what I do.

Trace: I’m a doctor.

Aiden: That’s all you’re going to say.

Trace: What, I am a doctor. I save lives.

Aiden: What about your trip to the Amazon? You are amazing. You help so many people.

Trace: Gosh, you’re making me blush. I like to help people. It makes me feel good when I can make an impact on someone’s life.


How did the two of you meet?

Trace: He was on a date with a woman.

Aiden: Yep, then Trace walked into the restaurant and wow. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

Trace: You were staring.

Aiden: Then there was that time at the hospital.

Trace: I have to point out that you had just been shot at moments earlier.

Aiden: Damn, I shouldn’t have brought that up. Really, my job isn’t that dangerous.


Was it love at first sight?

Aiden: Yes

Trace: That was lust at first sight and you know it.

Aiden: Okay, I lusted after you. You are hot.


What’s a day in the life of loving your man like?

Aiden: We wake up early, so it’s usually dark, but I always turn to find Trace, draw him into my arms and hug him close, making sure he really is there. I never want to lose this man, he means so much to me.


Same question back at you, Trace. What’s a day in the life of loving your man like?

Trace: Aiden is very thoughtful. I think he makes our relationship a big romance. The other day he covered the bed in rose petals. I felt like we were making love in a garden.


What’s the best experience you’ve had as a couple? (*blushes* Okay, you can tell that kind of story if you want, but I meant how do people respond to you as a couple?)

Aiden: Um, well there are some experiences we can’t talk about.

Trace: Yeah, because of the work that we do together sometimes. It’s so rewarding. If you read the book, you’ll get an idea of what we’re doing together.


What’s the worst experience?

Trace: God, the first time I saw what Aiden does for a living. Still turns my stomach.

Aiden: Babe, I’m so sorry you had to see that. Come here and let me give you a hug.


What’s your idea of a dream date?

Trace: Um, condom, lube and my man.

Aiden: Dang, you take all the romance out of it. Sailing, I love going sailing with Trace. Last year we were in the Mediterranean together and we rented a boat.

Trace: Yep, that was great. The blue sky, the beautiful water and your naked body.

Aiden: You just want me naked all the time.

Trace: Please?


If you could give your partner/husband anything, make his most secret and special wish come true…what would you do or what would it be?

Aiden: That would be difficult. Peace, I wish I could make every hurt in the world go away.

Trace: You are doing so much to make that happen.

Aiden: It’s not enough, but we are making headway.


If we were 25 years in the future, what do you see when you look back at your life together?

Aiden: I love Trace so much, twenty five years together would seem like only a short moment, like today was yesterday. He makes everything so special.

Trace: I can’t imagine life without Aiden. He’s the best man I’ve ever known. Twenty five years would be heaven.


 And just for fun:

Chocolate or vanilla?

Aiden: Both

Trace: Chocolate


Boxers or briefs?

Aiden: Commando

Trace: Boxer briefs.

 
Dog or cats?

Aiden: Neither, our jobs demand too much time.

Trace: I’m thinking about getting a cat.

Aiden: Really?

Trace: Yeah, there’s this really cute kitten that one of the nurses brought to the office.

Aiden: Wow, I’m surprised.

Trace: You going to say no?

Aiden: I could live with a cat.


Top or bottom?

Trace: Top. *Waits for Aiden to answer, gives him a pointed look*

Aiden: What, I’m versatile.


Ketchup or mustard?

Aiden: Mustard

Trace: Ketchup


Camping or hotel?

Aiden: Both

Trace: Hotel


Pool or beach?

Aiden: Beach

Trace: Beach



And then the nosy ones about your sex life:

How many times a week

Aiden: Every chance we get.

Trace: Morning, noon, and night if I could.

Aiden: You are so funny. Once per day, usually.


Weirdest place?

Aiden: Trace’s car

Trace: Forest


Ever been caught?

Aiden: Not yet.

Trace: Almost


 Cuffs or scarves?

Trace: Aiden has cuffs. He’s used them more than once, usually to prove a point.

Aiden: You like being tied up.

Trace: Only when you’re in charge.

Aiden: I like it too, when you’ve done it to me.

Trace: You keep talking like that we’re going to have to stop this interview

Aiden: I think we’re almost done


Final thoughts?

Aiden: It was good to talk with you. Trace is an amazing man, I only hope others get the chance to see what a wonderful person he is.

Trace: Aiden is the love of my life. He’s shown me so much, changed my perceptions of things. You should really get to know him better. I swear, he is the best man on the planet.


I've absolutely loved talking with the two of you! If people want to know more about how the two of you met, how about we send them over to get your book?


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Terrific Twosome: Ben and Danny Johns

Welcome to Tuesday's Terrific Twosome! Each week we'll spend some time getting to know one of our favorite couples. Sometimes we'll meet a couple from a book, other days, we'll have an even more special treat when one our favorite real life couples shows up and shares.

Since this is the first edition of T3 and it just so happens to be Valentine's Day, I knew we needed a very special couple to launch this page. I found just that with my good friends and real-life couple Danny and Ben Johns. The love they share shines like a beacon, reassuring everyone that Happily Ever After does exist. Don't believe me? Read on, and enjoy a select few of the pictures they've shared from this past year of the life they've built together.

For those who haven’t met you before…how about a quick introduction:

Ben and Danny Johns


LMAO, okay guys, thanks for that enlightening intro. How about telling us how the two of you met?

Danny: I had put some of my artwork in a local coffee shop .... and had stopped by to check to see if anything was selling.... and saw this handsome man behind the counter (the son of the owner). We exchanged a brief HELLO and eye contact.



Me: Was it love at first sight?

Ben and Danny: Basically, YES!


Me: Ben, what’s a day in the life of loving Danny like?

Ben: It is the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced. To find the one that completes you like no other...words cannot begin to describe it. He spoils me rotten!

Me: Danny, same question back at you. What’s a day in the life of loving Ben like?

Danny: HARD WORK! Lol! We live on a small farm, so there are chores, and chores, and more chores. BUT.... I love every minute of it. I have found my BEST FRIEND as well as MY PARTNER and SOUL MATE all wrapped up in one person.


Me: What’s the best experience you’ve had as a couple? (*blushes* Okay, you can tell that kind of story if you want, but I meant how do people respond to you as a couple?)

Ben and Danny: As the new has worn off about US, we celebrate one year this March, people all the time ask where the other is. It is as if we are connected.... not just BEN or DANNY.... but DANNY & BEN. We both get a great sense of achievement when someone asks WHERE'S BEN? or HOW IS DANNY DOING?
It is like we have been accepted as a couple.


Me: What’s the worst experience?

Ben and Danny: So far... there have been none


Me: What’s your idea of a dream date?

Ben and Danny: Anything that we can do together, as a team, as partners, as husbands...... is a dream date.


Me: If you could give your husband anything, make his most secret and special wish come true…what would you do or what would it be?

Ben and Danny: I think we both agree when we say that the day we got married was that wish.

Speed Round

Thanks guys. Now we have the bonus speed round. All the things people want to know and most of them are too polite to ask!


Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla (both)
Boxers or briefs? Commando(both)
Dog or cats? Both
Top or bottom? One of each...lol
Ketchup or mustard? Both
Camping or hotel? Camping (both)
Pool or beach? Beach(both)

Favorite sport? Baseball(D) & football(B)
Favorite book? Too many to list
Favorite movie? There again...to many
Favorite song? "You're on my mind in my Sleep" by Richard Ashcroft
Favorite memory? EVERYDAY TOGETHER (both)
Fantasy vacation? Just the two of us, on a boat, sailing around the world!(both)
Favorite photos of each other- Danny: I would post those Ben: NOT BIG ON SHARING TOO MANY PHOTOS.

And then...about your sex lives:

How many times a week average week.....7
Weirdest place: front porch
Ever been caught: NO
Favorite positions: ALL THAT APPLY
Brand of lube: KY
Favorite fulfilled fantasy: BAREBACK
Favorite waiting-to-be-fulfilled: none, as of now

Happy Valentine's Day to the two of you...your first as a married couple!

Thank you my friends for joining me on this innaugual post of T3. I'm going to let you have the last words, because really, the two of you are so beautiful together, there is nothing else for me to say.

  
Me: If we were 25 years in the future, what would you see when you look back at your life?

Ben and Danny: Two people who fell in love, and shared a life together!

Almost forgot...this is the last day of the Valentine's Day Blog hop...don't forget to comment for your chance at an All Romance eBooks gift card!

Valentine's Day Blog Hop Contest

Welcome to the Valentine's Day Blog Hop Contest! I'll be giving away a $15 Gift Card for All Romance eBooks to one lucky poster who makes a comment on any of my blog entries between February 11 to 14. 

Be sure to visit all the authors on the blog Hop because each one of them is offering a contest. Hundreds of chances to win!!
http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/ 

Come by often and check out the gorgeous men, blurbs from the Three's Allowed Series, including the soon-to-be-released Redemption, the gorgeous men, more excerpts, and uhm...did I mention the gorgeous men? 

Oooh...I almost forgot! There will be excerpts from Continental Divide, the very hot book I'm writing with my good friend, Lisa Worrall! Maybe even the very first peek at the new cover! So shop early, and shop often, my lovelies.

 So shop early, and shop often, my lovelies.

And if you're very, very good...I might even share a bit from the next entry in the Willow Springs Ranch Series. Don't you just wonder what Ty, Cass, and the rest of those cowboys are up to?

Kharaisma Rhayne: Bound by Temptation

Welcome to my guest Kharisma Rhayne! She is one busy lady. She is here today to share her thoughts on a sexy pastime and share one of her latest projects. BTW...this site is full of DWS Photography, so read Kharisma's guest blog and feel free to look around!

Thanks so much for having me here today, Laura :D

So, how about we talk about D.W. Skinner’s favorite sport? Voyeurism. Now, of course, I had to mention him right at the start. It was his topic suggestion, so let’s hope that I can do it some justice. I’ve only written about it once before. (By the way, if you didn’t know, he does some really wonderful photography and you should check it out.)

I sat here for a good long while and tried to decide what direction to take this post. Should I write an enticing scene and simply demonstrate it? I may, but first, since the topic gives me the opportunity to discuss it, let’s start in a different direction.

I’m going to be more honest on this topic than I’ve ever been. I’m a straight female and one of the genres I write in happens to be male/male. I often get asked why a woman would write gay stories. I mean, shouldn’t I only write m/f and things that I’ve done? Well, first off – really? Do you think the person writing about Vampires has met one? Lives next door to one? Has had dinner with one? Has slept with one? What about the Scottish Highlander from 1779? Or the Viking? Ok, so, we’ll just ignore that question.

On to the other question. While, of course, I can’t answer the reason for every female that writes in this genre, I can speak for myself. I am speaking for NO ONE but me.

Why do I write male/male fiction? I love men. I love their abs, their ass, their back muscles, their eyes. My favorite part? Well, what do you think? The part that makes them a man. It’s all, in the end, about the cock. No matter how you get there, it’s all about it.

I love being with men. That’s a given. However, I love the concept of watching two men. Have I done it in person? No. Would I if given the opportunity? Definitely.

Two men together are absolutely beautiful. They know what to do; they’re familiar with the “lay out” and the needs. Women, we guess at it all and wait for direction (well, if we’re smart we get the direction and learn what our man wants). Not only is it a turn on to watch them, you also get ideas of what you can be doing with your man later.

I think it’s another reason I’ve always found bisexual men interesting. I’m envious of those women that have gotten to watch two men and then afterward get their relief from the one that likes both men and women.

The last time I wrote on Voyeurism the big deal was the embarrassment. What if they knew I was watching? Some people enjoy that. Knowing someone is watching you can be pleasurable as well. It just depends on what works for you.

Isn’t that the concept of reading a book? While you aren’t reading about real people, you are peeking into another experience. It’s one that the author has created for you with their fictional characters. You picture the scenes in your mind. Based on that, I feel we all have a bit of voyeur in us. ;)

With that, take a look below at an excerpt (as well as other details) on my latest m/m erotic short, Bound by Temptation Book 1: Nigel & Lance. Think about actually standing in the room with them, maybe hidden partially by a wall. Watch them. See what I’m telling you in the scene. Try on your voyeur.

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Blurb:

Nigel is a professional sports player with a wonderful boyfriend at home. Their sex is always hot and Lance is always willing to do whatever it takes to keep Nigel happy. But, what has Nigel been hiding?

Excerpt:

As much as Lance tried not to respond, he knew fighting it was useless. Every time Nigel touched him his mind turned into mush and his cock got hard. He quit thinking and could only feel Nigel’s hands on his ass, knowing what was coming.

Giving in, he pushed himself against Nigel, feeling his arousal against his own. He heard a gasp as Nigel leaned over and brushed his lips against his. Realizing it was him that made the sound he knew, without a doubt, their conversation was over.

As Nigel felt Lance’s body relax, he knew they could enjoy the rest of their day. The conversation was over for now and they could enjoy each other.

It felt like forever had passed since they were in each other’s arms last night. Surprisingly, the longer they were together, nothing ever got old. Everything stayed new. Nigel desired Lance as much now as he did the first day they met.

Reaching to the back of his shirt, Nigel pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor.
Instantly Lance latched onto a pierced nipple with his mouth. He loved Nigel’s bad boy look, the long hair, the pierced nipples and cock, the tattoos. It’s what made Nigel stand out. He had first been attracted to Nigel when he saw the huge dragon tattoo spanning across his back. Well, the muscles didn’t hurt either.

He ran his hand down Nigel’s muscular abs and heard him moan as his hand grazed the top of his cock barely sticking out of the top of the low slung waist. Urged on by the sound, Lance unfastened Nigel’s jeans, pulling them down as he dropped to his knees in front of him.

There was already a drop of precum glistening from the head. Game days were always great sex days. Nigel was overly stimulated and easily aroused.

Looking up at him, Lance licked the drop from Nigel’s rod and worked his hand up and down it.

Impatiently, Nigel grabbed the back of his head and pushed Lance’s mouth onto his cock, wanting him to take it deep. Thankfully, Lance willingly complied; Nigel was not in the mood to play games today. He was the warrior home from battle, needing an outlet for his energies, and Lance always built him up even further before bringing him down into a peaceful oblivion.

Nigel’s legs started to tremble as Lance sucked his cock and played with his balls.

Lance pulled away and stood up when he sensed standing was becoming a challenge for Nigel. He grabbed Nigel’s hand and led him into the dining room.

“We haven’t done it in this room yet. I want you to take me bent over the table,” Lance said in reply to the questioning look on his lover’s face.

Nigel strokes his own cock. It was clear that this first round was not going to be full of love and foreplay. He wanted Lance and he wanted him now.

“Take off your clothes and bend over the table.” Nigel knew his voice left no room for options.

Lance obeyed as he continued to watch Nigel stroke his cock. He walked over to the corner of the table, in front of his badass football player; spread his legs wide, and bent over the table.

Nigel let out a gush. “Like the view?” Lance couldn’t help but to ask.

You can pick up Nigel & Lance at the following locations:

No Boundaries Press

Amazon

All Romance

Barnes & Noble

Bookstrand

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