tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25545335801049090222024-03-12T17:23:25.911-07:00AMBER PAX COLLECTIONSClare Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392142798976142547noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-42015637310975044492015-11-29T10:25:00.001-08:002015-11-29T10:25:39.082-08:00Perfect Connections Giveaway Winner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-54705047253981735662015-11-27T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-27T02:00:06.967-08:00The Story Behind the Story: Thank You, Ranch Romances by Deirdre O'Dare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know a lot of readers are almost burned out on excerpts and the typical new release ballyhoo. Maybe it has been overdone? I cannot speak for all readers or even the larger part of them but I know I really like to get a peek behind the scenes and find out why an author chose to create a specific tale. What inspired her? What motivated him? Why this plot, this setting, these characters? So that is a favorite thing for me to share with all of you when it’s my turn to “say something” on the AQP blogs about a new work of mine.</div>
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<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2296-Thank-You-Ranch-Romances.aspx" target="_blank">Thank You, Ranch Romances</a> is a special story to me. In a way, it is my own personal thank you to a real world magazine that helped brighten some of my hours very long ago. I grew up in a rural area, lived and worked in a ranch-type setting and other than the hours I spent in school, my social life was quite limited until I left home. In those days before the internet, mobile phones, texting/sexting and many things we now take for granted it was not easy to reach out beyond your immediate world.</div>
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I discovered pen pals in my mid teens and rode the heck out of that hobby horse for some years! I started with the kids’ section of <i>Western Horseman</i> magazine and moved on to the very real <i>Ranch Romances</i> pulp mag which lasted well into the 1960s. Although none of my contacts became long term romances, I do still have a couple of girlfriends who started as pen pals in those days. The temporary boyfriends-by-mail that I enjoyed saw me through lonely days until I met my first and later loves and future husband the more conventional way. </div>
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First I have to admit my description of the “lurid” cover the first lead character notes is a notch off factual. <i>Ranch Romances</i> was one of the tamer pulps when it came to covers. The detective mags were the most notorious for the “dames in dishabille” style of cover art. The cover Trace (Trace Edward Zaber, part owner and cover artist for Amber Quill) did for my story is spot on, however. I wish I still had some of my old copies; they’d do well on eBay!!</div>
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Okay, now to the rest of the how and why. When the “getting connected” theme emerged on our list of potential PAX ideas, I had a vague thought of something much more modern. Then I wrote a short essay for my memoir writing group at the local senior center and this idea hit me right between the eyes! Yes! A “mail order bride” situation where one party ends up with a surprise. Perfect. It took some research to be as true to the era I chose as possible but I don’t think I pulled any major faux pas. Hope not anyway as I do value historical accuracy, even in nostalgia set tales.</div>
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Once I had this setting, I had to wait a short while for characters to appear. Wade came first, a rancher in a backward corner of New Mexico, my current home state. Okay. Why would he be seeking someone? Then the scene of his wife’s funeral emerged and I had that answer. Since this is a gay romance, who will respond to his ad? That’s when Darnell stepped out of the shadows.</div>
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My chosen era was much more restrictive and less gay-friendly than the very worst scenario in 2015. To be true to this time, there were a lot of things I could not have these two do but I knew that even then, men did meet and fall in love and find ways to share their lives. Darnell brought a past with him which he shared with me. I knew he was the right guy to make this story work. Wade’s children had key roles to play, too, and in some ways they became the most real to me of all the characters along with Buck, the old cowboy Wade keeps on the payroll out of sympathy and respect. I did know him or some men very similar in those distant days. So, a tip of the Stetson to the past!</div>
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That’s the capsule version of the why and how of this story. It is a step outside the mainstream and the expected, perhaps, but those of you who have read Deirdre O’Dare before know that is almost a hallmark of my stories. I like to tackle a few social issues, some unusual plot twists, characters that may be unexpected and a bit unique. Readers tend to either love or hate my tales. I am okay with that for to paraphrase P.T. Barnum, you can’t please all of the people all of the time! Enough seem to enjoy my work that I will keep on keeping on with it for as long as I can. Writing has been a lifelong joy to me and although I do not even pretend to be an exceptional writer, I know I am a natural born story teller, courtesy of the blood of many Celtic ancestors who were bards and tale weavers in the old traditional way of those folk. Sit down now by the fire here and let me weave a little 1949 magic for you, even if your grandma was just a wee tyke in those days… </div>
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<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2296-Thank-You-Ranch-Romances.aspx" target="_blank">Thank You, Ranch Romances</a> by Deirdre O'Dare is now available at Amber Allure.</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-26909515112796483302015-11-26T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-26T02:00:05.757-08:00The Magic of Texts by K-lee Klein<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The original theme for this PAX was getting connected. I knew right away that I wanted to do a relationship based, or at least, started through texting. I wanted to take an old-fashioned blind date situation, shove it into a paper bag then shake the crap out of it.</div>
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In the end, my idea turned out more like the blind auditions on the reality show, <i>The Voice</i>, and that was exactly how I wanted it to go. I wanted the blind date feel—nervousness, insecurity, maybe even a little fear of what was going to happen—but tossed together with a little obscure knowledge of each other. I didn't want Lewis and Jerry getting too personal, didn't want them sharing whether they had blue eyes, were in good shape or wore sneakers or cowboy boots.</div>
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Mostly, I didn't want Lewis and Jerry to have a share their appearances. That's one of the best things about <i>The Voice</i>, the anonymity of not being seen as well as heard. The contestants are judged purely on how they sound, on the talent they have instead of what image they portray or how they look. </div>
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I wanted that for Lewis and Jerry. I wanted them to be comfortable in knowing things about each other, maybe little quirks and mannerisms learned through the magic of texts. I didn't want someone setting them up on a real blind date, whispering in their ears about the other's curls or baldness, or how tall they were. I wanted that part to completely a surprise.</div>
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Hopefully I pulled it off and hopefully you'll enjoy reading Lewis and Jerry's <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2295-Textual-Attraction.aspx" target="_blank">Textual Attraction</a>.</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-69684491388926399212015-11-25T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-25T02:00:08.074-08:00Not Without My Phone! by Heidi Champa<div style="text-align: justify;">
Everybody knows that person. The one who can’t put their phone down. The one who looks at it constantly, no matter what else is going on. The one who can’t be in a line or waiting room for 30 seconds before taking out their phone to see what’s going on in the world. Or, maybe you are that person. Today, with everything at our fingertips and in our pockets, it’s hard to imagine life without a smart phone. </div>
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That is what my story, <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2294-Not-Without-My-Phone.aspx" target="_blank">Not Without My Phone!</a> is all about. In it, the main character, Keller James is a phone junkie. His smart phone is always with him and is his most trusted companion. His friend, Phillip, accuses him of being an addict, but Keller balks at that term. He thinks he’s doing just fine and that his phone usage is totally normal.</div>
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Until something happens that turns his world upside down, as he’s forced to reexamine everything. </div>
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“I’m sure you’ll get through it. Besides, it should get easier as time goes on, not harder.”</div>
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“Because the screen is small. It’s not like a normal theater where everything is larger than life.”</div>
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He leaned closer, until our faces were merely inches apart. “Yup. That way we can make out if we want to,” he said, his voice soft.</div>
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Something about his demeanor changed in an instant, his face stiff as he eased back, his laughter sounding tight and forced. “Relax, Kell. I was kidding. I know I’m not really your type.”</div>
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“What does that mean?” I asked more defensively than I meant to.</div>
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“Well, you know, I’m right here. I’m not some headless torso online.”</div>
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His words stung more than I thought they would, but at least I knew how he really felt about me. I turned my eyes to the screen, even though there were no mindless ads to take up my attention. I slowly chewed a piece of popcorn, trying to calm down. Part of me wanted to get up and leave, but I was frozen to my seat, unable to move.</div>
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“I guess you have me all figured out, Gus.”</div>
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“I’m sorry, Kell. That was a messed-up thing to say. I thought it would be funny, but it came out all wrong.”</div>
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I shook my head, reaching for the soda, but I couldn’t seem to get a grip on it.</div>
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“It’s okay. Understandable, really. You’re not exactly wrong about me. ‘Deep as a puddle’ is what Phillip likes to say.”</div>
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“Sure you do. It’s okay. Hell, it’s what I think about myself. Hook-up apps are easy. It’s so much less work to hook up and not have to really put my heart out there. It lets me protect myself. Plus, it’s fun. Or, at least it can be. Sometimes, it’s fun in the moment, but afterward, well, more and more, lately, I feel empty. Afterward.”</div>
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“Well, that hardly sounds shallow. Sounds to me like you’re afraid of getting hurt. Nothing strange about that. I feel the same way, except I avoid it all. I don’t even bother to try and put myself there.” He gave my arm a gentle squeeze.</div>
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<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2294-Not-Without-My-Phone.aspx" target="_blank">Not Without My Phone!</a> by Heidi Champa is now available at Amber Allure.</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-36733765860666343792015-11-24T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-24T07:33:14.816-08:00Excerpt for “MATES, INC”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That was what the card said. Grey, an Alpha wolf shifter, laughed at it, though. Fated mate? What a joke! He had tried enough dating websites in the last month to choke a horse shifter and he was done with all of them. Besides, having a mate would mean joining a pack and that would just bring up a past Grey had no intention of doing.</div>
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Damn. He was over Nick. He was. Hell, the two of them had never even been together. There was nothing to get over. Still, he had dreamt about the man, had lost himself in daydreams of him. But lately, ever since he’d met Kade, he didn’t even think about the man. He was over that obsession. </div>
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Kade’s soft, encouraging voice broke through the fog of Grey’s black thoughts and he was grateful. It had been six months. Six solid months. It was time to move not only forward, but beyond. Point was, he had really been through absolutely nothing back then and he had put himself into this present hell hole. No one else was to blame. </div>
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“No. Steak’s fine, just fine.” He absently took another piece into his mouth. Oh yeah. Steak was very fine. He closed his eyes as he savored it. That’s what he needed to do. He needed to think about the here and now. Not yesterday, when he’d thought Nick was who he wanted, and not tomorrow, when he had to face a life without Kade, a man he needed. Not even about this afternoon when he’d allowed something possibly very special to slip away. </div>
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He licked his lips, capturing the juices and the flavor almost as if he were tasting that little wolf. He imagined that instead of losing him, he had caught him, forced him to surrender, forced him to submit. The smaller wolf would bare his throat and Grey would mark him with a mating bite. </div>
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But, what about Kade? How could that small wolf out there in the woods have been his mate when all he could think about was Kade? Kade submitting, Kade baring his neck for the mating mark…</div>
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Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every - single - time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.<br />
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Website: <a href="http://hurricosmo.webs.com/">http://hurricosmo.webs.com/</a><br />
Blog: <a href="http://hurricosmo.blogspot.com/">http://hurricosmo.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/OfficialHurriCosmo">https://www.facebook.com/OfficialHurriCosmo</a><br />
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Other books by Hurri Cosmo:<br />
Amber Allure:<br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1973-How-West-Was-Won.aspx" target="_blank">How West Was Won</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1991-The-Superior-Jewel.aspx" target="_blank">The Superior Jewel</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2026-Ice-Dragon-Tales.aspx" target="_blank">Ice Dragon Tales</a> (contains the first two books in the series, <i>The Servant Prince</i> and <i>The Servant King</i>)<br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2045-The-One.aspx" target="_blank">The One</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2062-Forgetting-Yesterday.aspx" target="_blank">Forgetting Yesterday</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2075-Saving-Jack.aspx" target="_blank">Saving Jack</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2084-Talasar-s-Elixir.aspx" target="_blank">Talasar’s Elixir </a>(Book one in the <i>Dragon for Hire</i> series)<br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2105-Intoxicating-Fantasies-Amber-Moon.aspx" target="_blank">Amber Moon</a> (Part of the <i>Intoxicating Fantasies</i> series)<br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2120-Chase-And-Capture.aspx" target="_blank">Chase and Capture</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2138-Baby-Think-It-Over.aspx" target="_blank">Baby, Think it Over</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2190-The-Door-Keeper.aspx" target="_blank">The Door Keeper</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2282-Ladders.aspx" target="_blank">LADDERS</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2259-A-Place-To-Belong.aspx" target="_blank">A Place to Belong</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2273-The-Neighbors.aspx" target="_blank">The Neighbors – A Vampire Story</a><br />
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-56852624854987666022015-11-23T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-23T07:34:33.851-08:00Making a Wish by Shawn Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><i>As a kid, Astronomy professor Marty Brooks kept in touch with a pen pal who lived on the other side of the country. Eventually that pen pal stopped responding to Marty’s letters, which always ended with “Making a Wish” for Marty’s love of space.</i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>Now, as adults, Marty and his brother are big fans of a series of famous Sci-Fi movies. They head to a convention for the movie franchise where they hope to meet the hot actors. Marty is especially interested in meeting an actor he knows is openly gay, but instead he bumps into the star of the movies, Sebastian Lookinland, who is gorgeous and not at all the snob Marty anticipated. They instantly connect and it’s obvious the attraction is mutual.</i></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>Before long, Marty learns the world really is small when Sebastian reveals he is actually the pen pal from all those years ago. The men instantly begin an affair, although Marty knows it will end when the convention does. But Sebastian isn’t ready to say goodbye and suggests they stay connected through texts, emails, and weekend get-togethers.</i></span></div>
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<i>Marty can hardly refuse the offer since his heart is already engaged. Will he make a wish for the relationship to last for more than a few weeks?</i></div>
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<span class="s1">...His expression turned serious. “I don’t make a habit of publicizing my sexuality either way, but I admit most of the time I’m seen at events it’s with a woman on my arm.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I nodded. “You dated that actress from that popular television series for a while. Ginger something.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Ginger Stevens,” he supplied for me. “Yes. We were pretty serious there for a while.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No.” He shook his head. “Truth is, so-called celebrity relationships never last that long. It’s especially bad when both are actors. It adds an element of ego I think that works against it.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And now?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No, Marty. Do you think I’d invite you up here like this if I was?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’m not just a celebrity to you, though. We were friends once. Weren’t we?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Pen pal friends, yeah.” I smiled. “A lot has changed for you.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And for you, Marty. You’re some hot college professor now. The stuff of fantasies.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Now you’ve gone and put definite images in my head.” He took his first sip of his brandy since he poured it. “You are really hot. And I don’t think there’s any point in pretending we don’t both know why I asked you up here.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I licked my suddenly dry lips. “You do get right to the point. Do you prefer Sebastian or Spencer? Privately, I mean.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Sebastian. I left Spencer behind.” He put his glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa and got to his feet. He held out his hand for me to grasp, then pulled me up. “Come on.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sebastian led me to the bedroom on the right and I had a moment where both the alcohol and the idea that I was about to go to bed with Sebastian Lookinland had my head swimming.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I barely glanced at the room—it was large—with an even larger bed and a bathroom off to the left that I was pretty sure on close inspection would be larger than half my house.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But both of us were interested in the bed at that moment and nothing else. He went to a suitcase he had propped up on one of those folding suitcase stands all hotels had and removed a bottle of lube and a strip of condom packages.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sebastian owed me nothing. And anyway, I was benefitting from it, wasn’t I?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No. The only thing I want to know, am I fucking you or are you fucking me?” My lips curved in an anticipatory smile. “What is your preference?”</span></div>
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“I’d love to command you...”<br />
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-54227317780039134122015-11-22T14:22:00.000-08:002015-11-22T14:22:55.103-08:00LATEST PAX RELEASE - Perfect Connections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-75652492869753481782015-11-20T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-20T08:20:19.872-08:00Thank You, Ranch Romances by Deirdre O'Dare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-6266213898705125922015-11-19T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-19T07:06:49.832-08:00Textual Attraction by K-lee Klein<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1"><i>“I know we didn’t end on good terms last week, but I found that color-challenged knit cap of yours in between the cushions of my couch. I know you’re pretty attached to it, so I figured you’d want it back. You already have my number…or maybe you don’t. It’s 555-6722, so, you know, if you want it just give me a call or else I’ll just drop it in the lap of that homeless guy down on Seventh. Doesn’t matter to me. Yeah, okay…well, later…or not.”</i></span></div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-90142580692774600002015-11-18T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-18T07:10:00.139-08:00Not Without My Phone! by Heidi Champa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1">...Not letting out his wolf as often as he wanted to had made those first few moments in his fur awkward and sluggish. Tonight had been no exception. It had been at least a month. Pretty much ever since he started “dating.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Next he took a trail that led off the hill and straight toward the river. He had no intention of actually getting <i>to</i> the river, just grab the trail that ran parallel. That particular trail was clearer of obstacles and he could go full out. He simply wanted to run.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">He slowed as he neared the water and the primitive path alongside it, then let loose and ran. He wasn’t sure for how long, ten minutes maybe. Finally he came to a clearing, shifted back to his human form and flopped down on the grass. This was also one of the things he missed. Lying naked in the grass after a good run under a rising Mating Moon, even if he wasn’t with someone. He sighed.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">No, one night stands were not for him. He knew that. Even being the Alpha that he was, it just wasn’t right for him. To find his fated mate would be like finding heaven. Deep down it was what he had always dreamed of.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">First question…was he being watched? Had someone from his old pack come to check up on him since his membership had yet to be transferred? It was actually nice to think they would do something like that but, no. He didn’t think so.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Okay. In thinking about it, he could understand the website using the terminology “today” because most people would check out something like that card right away. Even he had done it. It had been a logical guess on their part. If he went on the site tomorrow, it would still say the same thing. And in that case he would <i>not</i> have received the card <i>that day</i>.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Even their knowing Grey was gay wasn’t that big of a mystery. It was probably just a coincidence that the card said “he” and that was what he was into. They didn’t “know” anything.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But the Mating Moon wasn’t always just around the corner. That was the real kicker. There were <i>months</i> in the way of that, so their committing to the <i>just in time</i> thing? Shit. That was just crazy.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>Okay, Grey, breathe.</i> Even that was explainable. It was a Were mating/dating site, right? The Mating Moon may not always be around the corner like it was right now but it <i>was</i> always on the way. So maybe even that statement worked. He was just tired, that was all. He had simply had some bad experiences ever since coming to Davenshire. With no pack to rely on, no mate in sight, not to mention the bad luck he’d had in the dating department, that had to be what he was really upset over.</span></div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-35979484932119811172015-11-16T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-17T06:48:12.484-08:00Making a Wish by Shawn Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1">As a kid, Astronomy professor Marty Brooks kept in touch with a pen pal who lived on the other side of the country. Eventually that pen pal stopped responding to Marty’s letters, which always ended with “Making a Wish” for Marty’s love of space.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Now, as adults, Marty and his brother are big fans of a series of famous Sci-Fi movies. They head to a convention for the movie franchise where they hope to meet the hot actors. Marty is especially interested in meeting an actor he knows is openly gay, but instead he bumps into the star of the movies, Sebastian Lookinland, who is gorgeous and not at all the snob Marty anticipated. They instantly connect and it’s obvious the attraction is mutual.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Before long, Marty learns the world really is small when Sebastian reveals he is actually the pen pal from all those years ago. The men instantly begin an affair, although Marty knows it will end when the convention does. But Sebastian isn’t ready to say goodbye and suggests they stay connected through texts, emails, and weekend get-togethers.</span></div>
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Marty can hardly refuse the offer since his heart is already engaged. Will he make a wish for the relationship to last for more than a few weeks?</div>
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<i style="text-align: left;">Genres: Gay/Contemporary/The Arts/Romantic Comedy</i><br />
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<span class="s1">...His expression turned serious. “I don’t make a habit of publicizing my sexuality either way, but I admit most of the time I’m seen at events it’s with a woman on my arm.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I nodded. “You dated that actress from that popular television series for a while. Ginger something.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Ginger Stevens,” he supplied for me. “Yes. We were pretty serious there for a while.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Not just publicity?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No.” He shook his head. “Truth is, so-called celebrity relationships never last that long. It’s especially bad when both are actors. It adds an element of ego I think that works against it.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And now?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Are you dating anyone?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No, Marty. Do you think I’d invite you up here like this if I was?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’m not really up on celebrity behavior.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“I’m not just a celebrity to you, though. We were friends once. Weren’t we?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Pen pal friends, yeah.” I smiled. “A lot has changed for you.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“And for you, Marty. You’re some hot college professor now. The stuff of fantasies.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Or pornos,” I joked.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Now you’ve gone and put definite images in my head.” He took his first sip of his brandy since he poured it. “You are really hot. And I don’t think there’s any point in pretending we don’t both know why I asked you up here.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I licked my suddenly dry lips. “You do get right to the point. Do you prefer Sebastian or Spencer? Privately, I mean.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Sebastian. I left Spencer behind.” He put his glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa and got to his feet. He held out his hand for me to grasp, then pulled me up. “Come on.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sebastian led me to the bedroom on the right and I had a moment where both the alcohol and the idea that I was about to go to bed with Sebastian Lookinland had my head swimming.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I barely glanced at the room—it was large—with an even larger bed and a bathroom off to the left that I was pretty sure on close inspection would be larger than half my house.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But both of us were interested in the bed at that moment and nothing else. He went to a suitcase he had propped up on one of those folding suitcase stands all hotels had and removed a bottle of lube and a strip of condom packages.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“You come prepared,” I couldn’t help saying.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“Well.” He shrugged. “Does it bother you?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sebastian owed me nothing. And anyway, I was benefitting from it, wasn’t I?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">“No. The only thing I want to know, am I fucking you or are you fucking me?” My lips curved in an anticipatory smile. “What is your preference?”</span></div>
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“I’d love to command you...”</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-66964120292505294412015-11-14T17:00:00.000-08:002015-11-17T06:48:40.520-08:00Beachcombers Giveaway Winner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thank you to everyone who stopped by to play in the surf with us! Without further ado, the winner of our giveaway is...</div>
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">Sula!</b></div>
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I have your address, so expect an email from us soon.</div>
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Blurbs and excerpts start getting posted on Monday for our next pax release, "Perfect Connections." Make sure you poke your nose in to get a taste!</div>
Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-28900603464258788242015-11-13T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-13T08:02:38.541-08:00Surf's Up! by Carolina Valdez<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Although I grew up on southern California beaches—and had a daughter who attended a San Diego university only because surfing classes met the physical education requirement—my surfer lingo was rusty. A thousand thanks to John Baker and his site cougartown.com/surf-slang.html for refreshing my memory.</div>
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I set <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2287-Surf-s-Up.aspx" target="_blank">Surf’s Up!</a> in Encinitas, California, because it’s a charming Pacific coast town I’ve vacationed in. It has six beaches, eighteen parks, three trails and a golf course. The adjoining seaside town of Del Mar—home of a famous Thoroughbred race club—is two blocks south of condos I’ve stayed in….none of which were designed by my fictional architect and businessman, Raven.</div>
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Closeted and successful, Native American Raven isn’t happy when his gay best friend from their boyhood on the rez stumbles back into his life. Raven sees the penniless drunk Hunter as a loser, yet this encounter forces him to question some of his strongest held beliefs about life. Is he up to the challenge? Will he open himself up and live life more fully? </div>
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When he saw Hunter strip off his wet swim trunks at the condo’s doorstep, he was surprised to feel his damned dick betraying him by stirring. Hunter stepped inside, and Raven stripped quickly, bending over to gather up their dripping swim things to hide his raging, hungry cock. </div>
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He wasn’t fast enough. The door opened and he froze. There he was, his ass in plain sight, balls swinging, his hard-on pointing at the sky. </div>
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Raven couldn’t breathe. He struggled between embarrassment and a powerful desire to turn and claim what he’d been denied this morning. He straightened.</div>
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Hunter stepped in close behind him. His breath warmed Raven’s cool neck. </div>
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Hunter smelled of the salty sea as he spread a warm hand over one of Raven’s cool butt cheeks, his palm caressing the natural dip there. He squeezed hard, and Raven enjoyed the slight pain cutting through all the exotic sexual feelings he was having. Hunter’s mouth sought and tasted the sensitive skin below his ear as the hand on his hip slid around to rub his engorged, aching cock and finger the slit on its tip. </div>
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It felt so good that Raven thought his knees would give way. Emotion created a tremor in his voice when he said, “I think we’d better go inside.” </div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-10025951542686348382015-11-12T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-12T02:00:05.444-08:00Still Missing by Christiane France<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the sequel to <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2051-Missing-But-Not-Dead.aspx" target="_blank">Missing, But Not Dead</a>, and there’s a third book in the works.<br />
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<i>Ever since Greg Stewartson, ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations, first met Ash Tyler, a handsome and very sexy nurse, he’s been trying to find Ash’s biological family—the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care and adopted by the Tylers more than twenty years ago. Greg and Ash are now a couple, but Greg’s leads have all turned into dead ends, so Ash told him to let it go. </i></div>
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<i>Then one night a half-drowned man is brought into the urgent care clinic where Ash works. He says he’s looking for Jack Smith, the man Ash knew as grandpa. Suddenly Greg is up to his ears in new information and new leads. Will he finally get Ash the answers he so desperately wants or is he being conned by a pair of clever hustlers determined to conceal the truth?</i></div>
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He (Ash) trailed a finger down my chest. I grabbed it before it reached its target. He wanted me, and I wanted him. It was always this way with us. But I needed to tell him my news first.</div>
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“How would you like to meet the guy who brought you into this world?”</div>
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“Huh?” He looked at me like I was crazy. “You mean a doctor? I thought I was just hatched like an egg in that old warehouse.”</div>
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“You were. Well sort of. I told you about Mary, the woman who lived in the warehouse at the same time as you and Rosie, and what she said. Actually, she was just a young girl back then.”</div>
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“Right. Jack’s sister where you got all your info?”</div>
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“Not all, but most of it. She said you were delivered by an ex-army medic who also happened to be living there. His name’s Chuck and he’s here in town. He told Mary he’d often wondered what happened to you. So we figured you’d maybe like to meet him. Although to be honest you already met him the other night at the clinic.”</div>
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Ash’s eyes opened wide and he sat up straight. “That old dude really was looking for my grandpa Jack?”</div>
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“Yup. So it seems. Mary had a chat with him yesterday, and he told her he knew Rosie and Jack way before the warehouse. Anyhow, long story short, Mary thinks he may be able to answer some of your questions, so if you’d like to meet him… Of course, it’s entirely up to you.”</div>
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“Did she tell him I’d like that?”</div>
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“Umm… I’m not sure.” He hesitated. “Oh, what the heck. I guess it’s better to know than wonder, right?”</div>
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I nodded. “That would be my take on it, but I’m not you.”</div>
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Ash’s eyebrows drew together in a frown, then after a moment smoothed into a smile. “Why in hell not? What have I got to lose? You think he knows who my real parents are?”</div>
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“I have no idea what he knows or how long he’ll be here in town. He has it in his head that Jack may be coming back here to live, but who knows about that either? So, why don’t we get dressed, grab a coffee on our way, and then go collect Mary so she can make the introductions?”</div>
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Ash was already out of bed and heading for the shower. “Come on, babe. Time’s a wastin’. Let’s move it. If this Chuck dude decides to give up on Jack and leave, I may never get another chance.”</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-87516571004836133842015-11-11T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-11T07:19:44.585-08:00September Morning by KC Kendricks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Following the death of his partner, Jagger Davis is on a sabbatical to finish healing and to get his life moving again. JD goes to Sandbridge, Virginia for a restful summer of solitude and discovers the cottage next door is full of friendly neighbors. One in particular catches his interest.</i></div>
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<i>Nate Fischer is part of a group of guys who spend every summer at Sandbridge. An IT specialist for a private contractor at the nearby Naval base, Nate’s taking some vacation time. When JD arrives, Nate invites him to a cookout on the beach. It isn’t long before Nate and JD are inseparable, but there are three men in the relationship.</i></div>
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<i>JD’s memories are a constant companion. He won’t banish them to satisfy someone new. When Nate’s job abruptly calls him away, JD realizes he didn’t give his summer lover a fair chance. Now he has to convince Nate there’s room in his heart for both the past and the future. </i></div>
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My eyes burned. It didn’t take a big leap of logic to figure out why and how Nate knew so much. </div>
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“You keep saying the exact right thing. Who was he?”</div>
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He took a quick breath and gusted it out. “His name was Aaron. We were together about three years. It tore me up when he got married.” </div>
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Somehow I didn’t think he meant Aaron married another man. If I didn’t ask, the unrequited curiosity would give me hives. </div>
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“Nope. Had no clue until he packed his clothes and left.”</div>
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We lifted our cans in unison and both sucked down a long draught of beer. Nate let his arm slide down my back and dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts. I squirmed away from them.</div>
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“Your fingers are cold.”</div>
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He bumped against me. “Maybe I’m nervous you’ll reject me.”</div>
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“Well, you know I did tell Sven I’d have lunch with him in the not so distant future.”</div>
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Nate laughed softly. “I’m not worried about Sven. I saw Paddy whispering in his ear and he looked at us. He’ll have lunch with you but he won’t make a move on you.”</div>
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“Pity. I’ve never kissed a Norse god. I might like it.”</div>
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He growled and tumbled me backward onto the sand. His cool, beer flavored lips covered mine. Not gentle now, he thrust his silky tongue into my mouth and led me into a mock battle. Back and forth we teased, learning secrets few others would ever know.</div>
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I clung to him as long-forgotten heat coursed through me. I’d mourned the loss of having someone to touch, and touch me, as much as I’d mourned losing Michael. Now my senses flooded with Nate’s nearness. My cock, so unresponsive for so long, swelled full and hard. I needed to breathe but I would have passed out from lack of oxygen before I’d pull away from him - or let him go. </div>
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“Ah, kick some sand on ‘em.”</div>
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Nate jerked away from me at the sound of a voice, close to our ears. Sven took a step back as we scrambled to sit. Good-natured laughter traveled around the bonfire. I glanced at Nate and hoped I wasn’t as glassy-eyed as he was. The man looked dazed. </div>
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I guess I did. Sven loomed over me and grinned. </div>
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“Does this mean our lunch date is off?”</div>
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I got to my feet with as much dignity as a guy with a big bulge in his pants can muster in front of a crowd. “That depends. I still need to eat.”</div>
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Huh. He had a bulge, too. I liked it. </div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-13739737885183954742015-11-10T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-10T07:08:11.238-08:00Let it Beatle: Happiness is a Warm Bum by J.D. Walker.A bookstore owner and a drifter on wheels -- match made in heaven?<br />
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<i style="text-align: justify;">Austin Murray meets a drifter while he's out one morning searching for treasures on the beach. Murphy Vickers roars into Austin’s life looking for temporary work, but Austin wants to find a way for the man to stay awhile. Murphy is in need of healing and he stirs something inside Austin that he hasn't felt -- ever. Though Murphy is surly and reticent, Austin doesn't give up, and with the help of a local, breaks down Murphy’s barriers. Things end up looking pretty good, after all.</i><br />
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When we got to the house, I suggested going on the deck. “I know it’s getting colder, but we have lots of warm blankets and pillows, and it’s clear. How about it? We can pretend to be kids again for a little while, camping out.” A little levity would do him good. Me, too, for that matter.</div>
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Five minutes later, security light turned off for the night, both of us were settled in comfortably on the deck on an old mattress pad with pillows, blankets and everything we needed to stay warm and stargaze.</div>
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“You said you’ve lived here how long?” Murphy asked, staring at the sky.</div>
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“Ten years or so. I needed a change from what I was doing before, and I’ve always lived by the water, so this was perfect. I bought out the previous owner of this property and setup the bookstore.”</div>
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He shifted a little next to me. “What were you doing before this?”</div>
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“I worked in a university library. Got bored.”</div>
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Silence, then he asked, “Ever been in a relationship with anyone?”</div>
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“Nothing long-term. Always been more of a confirmed bachelor. If I needed to get with a guy, it was always a quickie. Lately, though…”</div>
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He turned to face me, the moonlight casting shadows on sharp features and making the scars stand out. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and had beard shadow. “Lately what?”</div>
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“I’ve been feeling a little dissatisfied with life. Maybe I need a change or… I don’t know.”</div>
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“Can I ask you something?” he said.</div>
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“Sure.”</div>
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“When was the last time you had sex with anyone?”</div>
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I laughed heartily at the unexpected question. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”</div>
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“I can see where you’d think that, but there’s always opportunity on the road. Around here, doesn’t seem to be much.”</div>
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He smiled, and it was like the moon shone a little brighter. “Maybe I wouldn’t. I saw the two guys on the blanket as I stumbled down the beach.”</div>
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“There are more of our kind here than you’d think. The folks in this community have adopted a ‘live and let live’ mentality that has served us well. Not to say folks aren’t nosy.”</div>
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“I bet. You haven’t answered my question,” he persisted.</div>
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“Why are you interested?”</div>
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“You intrigue me in spite of myself. You offered a perfect stranger a job and decent money, and even a place to sleep for a couple of nights. I haven’t met anyone like you in all my travels, and despite how standoffish I’ve been, I really appreciated it. I also noticed that there wasn’t anyone in your life that I could tell and hoped you did indeed have a companion. Someone to keep you warm at night and take care of you. You deserve that, and more.”</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-72834152602565449052015-11-09T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-09T02:00:06.530-08:00Love Finds a Way…on Avon Lake by A.J. Llewellyn<div style="text-align: justify;">
I recently read a post on Facebook written by Gil Fones, a Montogomery County, Maryland K9 police officer whose partner, Chip, was taken from him after Chip bit him during a training exercise. Officer Fones didn’t blame Chip, but the police department he worked for refused to discuss the matter. He was stonewalled. For months, Fones sifted through a web of lies and obstruction, taking his quest public to be reunited with his partner, with whom he’s worked for four years.</div>
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Five-year old Chip has lived with Fones, his wife and children all this time, and Fones had always planned to adopt the Belgian Malinois when he retired. Instead, he frantically sought the dog he loved, taking his quest to the Internet where the unusual case went viral. The two partners are now reunited with the help of a group of retired Montgomery County K9 officers. The posts and videos on the Facebook page K9 Chip are both heartbreaking and joyful.</div>
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It got me thinking about the unique relationship between man and dog, especially in military and other branches of law enforcement. As usual, when I get an idea, I thought, <i>what if, why, how, when and, wow, I think I have a romance novel here! </i></div>
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I did some research and learned so much about the rare bond between a human K9 officer and his four-legged partner. Most of us don’t think about the subject much, but I was stunned by the things I discovered. For example, it costs between $15,000 and $30,000 to raise and train a K9 dog. Not only that, but some dogs show particular talent for things like bomb and drug sniffing. Others are brilliant air trackers, which makes them especially useful in hunting escaped criminals. </div>
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Some dogs are not suited at all to K9 work. Many different types of dogs are used in the field and I was happy to learn that in the last few years female dogs have joined the K9 forces across America. The first female K9 officer in the US was taken on by the CIA. She is a black Labrador named Maggie—but that’s just by the by.</div>
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My story, <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2283-Avon-Lake.aspx" target="_blank">Avon Lake</a>, centers around a K9 officer whose dog is killed during a foot chase. Just as Officer Fones was distraught at the <i>very</i> idea that Chip may have been euthanized, my character, Detective Rhyen Devito knows his dog is dead and cannot move past it.</div>
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For many people, animals are the perfect bond. A love that is unconditional. Rhyen is not only recovering from deep grief over Nico’s death, but struggling to get past the bad relationship from which Nico’s love was able to place a Band-Aid over his broken heart. Rhyen is a sweet guy whose life is about to change. But change is hard. Can he accept a new man who has flaws, blazing sexuality, and who just happens to think Rhyen needs a new K9 partner?</div>
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Here is a snippet from <a href="http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2283-Avon-Lake.aspx" target="_blank">Avon Lake</a>. I hope you read it and enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.</div>
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Detective Rhyen Devito is struggling to recover from the death of his work partner, Nico. To his parents, Nico was just a dog, but to Rhyen he was the most trustworthy partner who gave him unconditional love and total support. This was more than any two-legged partner ever gave him. After Nico’s full-honors funeral, Rhyen transfers temporarily from the hectic Toledo K-9 unit to the more tranquil Holland village division. He surprises himself by answering a humorous online ad penned by a guy who might just be the answer to his romantic dreams.</div>
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Miguel Castro has had a hard time since moving to the U.S. from Argentina. His longtime lover was violent, and Miguel sought legal protection after recovering from his injuries. Now located far from the west coast in beautiful Avon Lake, he misses only one thing. Companionship. He’s attracted to Rhyen the moment they start talking. He knows Rhyen is grieving the loss of Nico and his heart aches for the guy.</div>
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“Actually, what I said was that champagne makes me horny.” <i>God. I’m a dork.</i></div>
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“I remember.” Miguel gave him a dazzling smile and popped the cork on the bottle. Rhyen glanced at it. A nice bottle, too. Veuve Clicquot.</div>
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Rhyen had never met anyone so virile and handsome in his life. Miguel reminded him a little of the gay porn star D.O., but he was right here. In this room. He wore a tight black top with three-quarter sleeves, a gold chain with a cross dangling from it, and tight, hip-snugging jeans and black boots.</div>
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Miguel poured them each a glass and handed one to Rhyen. He stared at Rhyen’s mouth as though it were a juicy hamburger.</div>
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They sipped their drinks. Rhyen couldn’t stop staring at Miguel, who asked, “Can I touch you now?” from somewhere in Rhyen’s dreams.</div>
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They reached for each other at the same moment, their mouths meeting in a long and succulent kiss. Miguel was a great kisser. So good, he made Rhyen dizzy. They broke off their embrace and sipped more champagne.</div>
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Another kiss, then Miguel murmured something in Spanish.</div>
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Rhyen gently bit Miguel’s bottom lip. “What did you just say?”</div>
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“<i>Necessito tu em mi</i>.”</div>
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“I have no idea what that means.”</div>
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“You will. Soon.” Miguel took another sip of champagne. Rhyen kept trying to translate the sentence. Something about necessity? Or need?</div>
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-77276849404692026092015-11-08T17:49:00.000-08:002015-11-08T17:49:22.428-08:00LATEST PAX RELEASE - Beachcombers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-82854541184485577072015-11-06T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-06T08:20:30.666-08:00Surf's Up by Carolina Valdez<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Native American Raven is a successful architect and businessman. He’s also an accomplished surfer who, out of fear, typically hides his orientation and is extremely discreet about any sexual liaisons. His haircut and clothing are those of a white man, and his employees and friends know nothing of his early life on a northern California Indian reservation.
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Now, six years after leaving the rez, a young man named Hunter literally surfs back into Raven’s life. At first Raven doesn’t recognize the guy who, as a boy, was his best friend, and also his first love. When he does finally recognize Hunter—now penniless, drunk, and a lover of the “glam look”—he sees him as a loser, an embarrassment, yet their reunion will shake some of Raven’s most closely held beliefs.
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...They surfed until late afternoon, and when they headed for the condo, Raven could tell Hunter was still riding a high for what he’d done for Jennifer. After recently seeing him almost despondent, Raven happily responded to his changing mood. But wasn’t this the way it was with feminine gays? The highs and the deep lows?
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When he saw Hunter strip off his Hawaiian swimsuit at the condo’s doorstep, he was surprised to feel his damned dick betraying him by stirring. Hunter stepped inside, the door closing behind him. Raven stripped quickly, bending over to gather up their dripping swim things to hide his raging, hungry cock.
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He wasn’t fast enough. The door opened again and he froze. There he was, his ass in plain sight, balls swinging, his hard-on pointing at the sky.
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Raven couldn’t breathe. He struggled between embarrassment and a powerful desire to turn and claim what he’d been denied this morning.
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He straightened as Hunter stepped in close behind him. His breath warmed Raven’s cool neck.
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Hunter smelled of the salty sea as he spread a warm hand over one of Raven’s butt cheeks, his palm caressing its natural dip. He squeezed hard, and Raven enjoyed the slight pain cutting through all his exotic sexual feelings. Hunter’s mouth sought and tasted the sensitive skin below Raven’s ear as the hand on his hip slid around to rub his engorged, aching cock and finger the slit on its tip.
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It felt so good that Raven thought his knees would give way. Emotion created a tremor in his voice when he said, “I think we’d better go inside.”
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“Drop the damned clothes.”
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Raven dropped them. When he turned he saw Hunter still naked,. He silently questioned why he’d come outside again by lifting his palms up.
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“I left my money from the lady in my swimsuit pocket.”
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Inside the condo, Hunter drew Raven to him. Now his hand, smooth and searching, encircled Raven’s oozing cock. “I think there’s something here that requires immediate relief.”
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After pushing apart Raven’s thighs so he would maintain his balance, he knelt and sucked his cock deep into the heat of his wet mouth as he stroked Raven’s inner thighs.
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Raven gasped at the swirling pleasure and the momentum building inside. He further steadied himself by placing his hands on Hunter’s head as he rocked his cock and pelvis into Hunter’s face in rhythm to the hot, sucking mouth...
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Vivien Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510934097238428891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2554533580104909022.post-87049099545407546722015-11-05T02:00:00.000-08:002015-11-05T07:02:01.731-08:00Still Missing by Christiane France<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ever since Greg Stewartson—ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations—first met Ash Tyler, a handsome and very sexy nurse, he’s been trying to find Ash’s biological family, the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care and adopted by the Tylers more than twenty years ago. Greg and Ash are now a couple, but Greg’s leads have all turned into dead ends, so Ash tells him to let it go.
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Then one night, a half-drowned man is brought into the urgent care clinic where Ash works. He says he’s looking for Jack Smith, the man Ash knew as “Grandpa.” Suddenly Greg is up to his ears in new information and fresh leads. Will he finally be able to provide Ash with the answers he so desperately wants, or is he being conned by a pair of clever hustlers determined to conceal the truth?
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“I made a few inquiries. That waiter you said brought him into the clinic didn’t know anything about him, but he said his friend might. Today was the friend’s day off, but I’ll try to stop by the surf shop again tomorrow.”
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“Not yet. I figure I should wait and hear what the other guy has to say about him first.”
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He reached up and patted my cheek. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to push. I guess that’s how you PI’s have to do it, huh? One careful step at a time?”
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“It’s all I can do when I have nothing solid to go on.”
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Ash nodded. “Probably the best approach with this guy. He was pretty jumpy last night. I wouldn’t want him to take off before we know what he’s all about.”
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This was exactly why I’d decided not to say anything about my chat with Mary, or the kid who’d shown up in The Riptide, at least for now. No point in raising Ash’s hopes for what could be yet another disappointment.
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“We still going to Le Pastis for dinner?”
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“That’s the plan. I just need a few minutes to change.”
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“Trained? Me?” He shook his head. “No way. I was just trying to be considerate and not spoil their sleep.”
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“Right.” I wrapped my arms around Ash and gave him a hug. “They’re so good at what they do, you don’t even know they’ve done it. Now, scoot. I’m starving.” With that, I turned him toward the house and gave him a smack on the butt as incentive.
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He took a couple of steps, wiggled his ass and shot me a provocative look over his shoulder. “Before I change I need to wash off the sunblock. Sure you wouldn’t like to join me in the shower? Maybe wash my back, massage my shoulders a little…hmm? What do you say?”
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Following the death of his partner, Jagger Davis is on a sabbatical to finish healing and to get his life moving again. JD goes to Sandbridge, Virginia, for a restful summer of solitude and discovers the cottage next door is full of friendly neighbors. One in particular catches his interest.
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Nate Fischer is part of a group of guys that spends every summer at Sandbridge. An IT specialist for a private contractor at the nearby Naval base, Nate’s taking some vacation time. When JD arrives, Nate invites him to a cookout on the beach. It isn’t long before Nate and JD are inseparable, but there are three men in the relationship.
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JD’s memories are a constant companion. He won’t banish them to satisfy someone new. When Nate’s job abruptly calls him away, JD realizes he didn’t give his summer lover a fair chance. Now he has to convince Nate there’s room in his heart for both the past and the future.
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...My eyes burned. It didn’t take a big leap of logic to figure out why and how Nate knew so much.
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“You keep saying the exact right thing. Who was he?”
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He took a quick breath and gusted it out. “His name was Aaron. We were together about three years. It tore me up when he got married.”
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Austin Murray is fifty years old, owns a bookstore and loves to walk on the beach every morning at sun-up. He’s a beachcomber, too, always in search of something unique to add to his collection. One such winter morning, an unkempt, sad-looking stranger roars into his life on a motorbike and his heart turns over for the first time, ever.
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Murphy Vickers is world-weary, hurting and unable to connect with anyone. He travels from town to town looking for work, but never stays anywhere very long. He’s trying to outrun a painful event in his past that haunts him to this day. When he stops in a seaside town, he meets Austin, who offers him work and a place to stay for however long he needs.
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...I looked at myself in the mirror, blue eyes sparkling, gray hair mixed with brown in need of a cut. The crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes, the laugh lines on my face, all spoke of a life lived, and yet, I had room for one more experience, and I wanted it with Murphy.
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When it was lunchtime at the bookstore, I left Maury in charge and headed to the diner. I saw Murphy’ bike out front, and through the glass, I glimpsed him leaning against the counter, talking to Bertha.
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I entered the restaurant and greeted both of them. “I got lasagna for you today,” Bertha said and went right back to flirting with Murphy. He was giving as good as he got, and though I felt a little envy, I was happy he had relaxed enough to have some fun.
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He grinned, and the sight of it hit me like a freight train. “No one ever forces me to do anything I don’t want to. You can believe that.”
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“So, what do you think?” I asked as I took a bite of my food.
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Murphy shrugged. “I dunno. I like cooking, and I don’t have anywhere to be, but I can take it or leave it.” He drank some iced tea, and the wetness of his lips was distracting.
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“Keep an open mind,” I replied. “Not too many places like this around. And you have a friend here in Leonard, and me, too, if you’d like.” I focused on my plate and wondered if he heard the undertone.
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“You thought I was asleep this morning when you untangled from me, didn’t you?”
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I almost choked on my food. “What are you talking about?”
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He smirked. “I pretended to be asleep when you got up. It was nice to wake up with someone in my arms. Hadn’t had that since the army, and being on the road is damned lonely.” And just like that, the mood changed.
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“Is that what you want? To be with someone again, in a relationship? Would that make you feel human again?”
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“I wouldn’t mind it at all, but I’m also used to moving around, too. I don’t know if I can have both those things, or if my wanderlust is permanent.”
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Detective Rhyen Devito is struggling to recover from the death of his work partner, Nico. To his parents, Nico was just a dog, but to Rhyen he was the most trustworthy partner who gave him unconditional love and total support. This was more than any two-legged partner ever gave him. After Nico’s full-honors funeral, Rhyen transfers temporarily from the hectic Toledo K-9 unit to the more tranquil Holland village division. He surprises himself by answering a humorous online ad penned by a guy who might just be the answer to his romantic dreams.
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Miguel Castro has had a hard time since moving to the U.S. from Argentina. His longtime lover was violent, and Miguel sought legal protection after recovering from his injuries. Now located far from the west coast in beautiful Avon Lake, he misses only one thing. Companionship. He’s attracted to Rhyen the moment they start talking. He knows Rhyen is grieving the loss of Nico and his heart aches for the guy.
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“Actually, what I said was that champagne makes me horny.” <i>God. I’m a dork.</i>
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“I remember.” Miguel gave him a dazzling smile and popped the cork on the bottle. Rhyen glanced at it. A nice bottle, too. Veuve Clicquot.
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Rhyen had never met anyone so virile and handsome in his life. Miguel reminded him a little of the gay porn star D.O., but he was right here. In this room. He wore a tight black top with three-quarter sleeves, a gold chain with a cross dangling from it, and tight, hip-snugging jeans and black boots.
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They reached for each other at the same moment, their mouths meeting in a long and succulent kiss. Miguel was a great kisser. So good, he made Rhyen dizzy. They broke off their embrace and sipped more champagne.
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Another kiss, then Miguel murmured something in Spanish.
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“<i>Necessito tu em mi.</i>”
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“I have no idea what that means.”
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“You will. Soon.” Miguel took another sip of champagne. Rhyen kept trying to translate the sentence. Something about necessity? Or need?
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Miguel pressed closer to him. They exchanged a long, wet, passionate kiss. Rhyen liked the way Miguel put his hand at the back of Rhyen’s head, holding him closer. It was as though he was putting Rhyen exactly where he wanted him as he plunged his tongue into Rhyen’s mouth. He pushed Rhyen against the wall and their kiss continued.
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Miguel tenderly touched his uniform buttons with reverent fingers before undoing his shirt. When he reached Rhyen’s belt, their gazes locked. Miguel easily undid it, then zipped down Rhyen’s pants. He pushed them all the way down, pulling off Rhyen’s shoes and socks and removing the trousers. Rhyen wore only his white underpants now and watched as Miguel stripped away his own clothes.
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They resumed kissing, Rhyen running his hands over Miguel’s back and ass. Miguel moved his hand down the front of Rhyen’s underpants and pulled out his cock, letting it jut upward between them as their kiss continued. He reached for it, enclosing his hand around the shaft. They exchanged soft sighs. Rhyen loved the feeling of his cock being wedged between their hot bodies...
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">Natalija!</b></div>
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