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#MySexySaturday Excerpt from “Comando Especial”

This is a new venture for me. I signed up for My Sexy Saturday today, and I’m thinking it’s gonna be fun.

The rules of the hop for this week (#21) are simple: post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 words of sexiness.

I can dig that.

My lucky seven comes from my latest release, Coming Together: In the Trenches. Here are seven paragraphs from my story “Comando Especial” in this philanthropic anthology.In the Trenches

What’s sexy to me? Well, lots of things, 😉 but in this story, a high-octane hero who rescues the woman he loves from the clutches of a sadistic drug lord spells H-O-T.


“He has a gun!”  Luz shouted a moment before the awful ring of a fired bullet fractured the air.

Alexander had dropped to a fighting crouch while the gun was drawn.  His right leg snapped up in a round-house kick and his booted foot struck the pistol a heartbeat before it went off.  The bullet smashed through the wall of the building, and the gun flew from Ramirez’s grasp.

In a blur of dark green, Alexander dropped and spun.  His left leg swept his opponent’s feet out from beneath him, and Ramirez landed on his back.  Alex tackled him in a blink, pinning his shoulders to the dirt floor under unforgiving knees. 

A number of soldiers and aiming their rifles a...

A number of soldiers and aiming their rifles at the start of a training exercise at Brisworthy on the southern edge of Dartmoor. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The officer pulled a handheld radio from his belt and spoke into it.  “Hostage is safe.  Ramirez is apprehended.”  A crackle of voices responded.

Moments later, as Alexander bound Ramirez’s wrists and ankles with zip ties, a deafening explosion sounded in the distance.

“Say adios to your refinery equipment, Don.  I’m glad you survived, as much as I would love to put a bullet in your ear.  The United States Justice Department would be disappointed if we failed to deliver you alive.”

He looked up at Luz.  “Ready to go home now, corazón?”


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Hot in Fall Blog Hop #Giveaway

I just asked the ten-year-old girl I spawned what I should blog about. She says my favorite pizza topping.  Well, I love me some sun-dried tomatoes and onions, but I’m not sure what that has to do with being hot in fall. 

I suppose, as far as pizza goes, I find sun-dried tomatoes and onions to be hot stuff. Also hot sauce in copious amounts.

Now, as far as men go, what do I find hot?

1.  Hmmm. Definitely a certain amount of cockiness.  I kinda hate to admit it, but it’s been proven time and again to work against my man defenses. Act like you’re hot shit, and I will fall for it, much to my dismay.

2.  Toned physique. Yummmm.  You don’t need muscles on your muscles (not that I’d turn that sextastic business down), but a delicious little V pointing towards your goods makes me unable to think of anything but your goods.

3.  Tattoos.  Good lord, a good tattoo can make a man. Or woman. It’s like a fine painting hung in an already gorgeous building.  I just want to stand there and gawk. I could get lost in a great tattoo, and could definitely get sucked in by one.

Wonderful. Now I’m getting all hot and bothered thinking about unadulterated hotness. My old man may even reap the benefits of this blog post, by George.

Anyway, my rock star from Forever is Now, Chance Ralan, is a cocky bastard who isn’t ripped, but definitely has a V, and he is absolutely covered in ink. I think he’s smokin’ hot, which is why I wrote him.  Now, his boyfriend, Alex Bremen, isn’t full of himself, just very straightforward.  He doesn’t have any ink, but he does hit the gym hard enough to make any gay man need to re-position his junk, and any straight woman insane with envy. This, paired with his dark hair and sapphire-blue eyes, gets my motor running just fine. Actually, I may need to rethink my whole blog post…

Wanna read Forever is Now?  Comment below with your favorite pizza topping and/or favorite male attribute.  If you tweet it to me @KimberVale you get a bonus point in the running. If you tag me on Facebook with the same info (or any other damn thing you please, really, or like my stupid Facebook page) you get your name in the virtual hat three times.  Follow my blog (right here—I’m done linking things) and you get a home-freakin’-run of contest entries! Sweet, sweet cyber-gravy!

At the end of the week I’ll tally up all the names and numbers, stick them in the random.org magic eight ball, and contact the winner.

Thanks for participating, and don’t forget to check out all the other hoppers below! 🙂



If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex’s band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn’t want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god?But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.

#Free Fictional Rock/Metal Concert!

This weekend only!

The gorgeous babes at Reading Between the Wines are hosting a three-day rock festival, and my band Armageddon Showdown got a gig on center stage today!

Fuckin’ Nirvana!!!!!

That’s just something I like to yell at every concert I go to since I never got to do it at an actual Nirvana show.

Anyway, stop over to Reading Between the Wines to check out my interview with bad-boy rocker Chance Ralan and his hunky boyfriend Alex Bremen. You can read a brand-new excerpt, and enter to win loads of prizes. They have a Rafflecopter set up to give away six rockin’ e-books (including my two-days-away release “Forever is Now”). I’m also gifting a copy of my sci-fi romance “Star Catcher” to a lucky player.

So come out and play.

Hurry on over before all the prime pit space is taken! Don’t forget to hide your flask before the door search, and cram a few extra tissues in your pockets in case the porta-potties are out of TP.



A Small Smackerel from My LHNB Tale

Here we are again–another Love Has No Boundaries post.  Because I am completely unoriginal, I am cutting and pasting my post from there.  That’s right.  It’s already been broughten.

Well, here I am on the kids’ computer because mine is asking to be thrown out a window. !@*&(@* is what I say to that.


Anyway, Laylah’s day was yesterday. Her link is up there. See it? Good.

Today we answer the age old (or 1.5 decade old) question–paper or plastic?

Dane says, “Whatever the bagger guy puts it in.”

These are college boys. What do you expect? Someday I hope they choose the road less traveled and more green. Meanwhile, I’ll keep washing out plastic bags and tin foil to try to set a good example for lazy people everywhere.

I’m happy to report I’m done writing this (12,500 words and countless unpaid hours later, just as a reminder for people who favor unkind reviews–you don’t tell the party hostess her margaritas were weak at the end of the night, do you? You won’t get invited back that way. Or maybe your next margarita will have some added ingredients you weren’t expecting ;).

This puppy is in the beta stage! I also have a very cheesy cover to go with my very cheesy title. Can’t wait to share!

Enough cheesing, I mean teasing. How about a small smackerel?

“Hey, Skinny Elvis! Twenty bucks says you won’t drop trou and do your pommel routine.”

Dane Christakos gave Justin Burns a dubious look. Behind him, their frat brothers Ben Erenfeld, Tyrone Martin, and the new guy, Adam Kennedy, laughed with varying degrees of control.

“Seriously? Where’s the challenge, dude? This is only my second beer.” Dane handed his headache-in-a-can over to Justin with a sympathetic shake of his head. “No taking it back, sucker.”

“I’ll even pay up front.” Justin crumpled his own beer can in his fist, tossed it over his shoulder, and took a sip of Dane’s Bud while fishing in his pocket. He produced a wrinkled up bill, which Dane snatched out of his fingers and shoved in a front pocket of his jeans. He’d already shucked his Vans and lifted his shirt over his head, careful not to fuck up the perfectly coiffed pompadour that had earned him his nickname. Dane’d learned long ago that sticking out like a sore thumb on purpose was better than trying to fly under the radar and failing miserably.

Walk in a room like you own it, and you will.

Being a gymnast could’ve gotten him beat up, and had once or twice in high school—only because he was outnumbered—so first semester freshman year, he began rocking his crazy hair, and that spring he rushed the most prestigious frats at Cornell. It’d definitely been the way to go, because giving up gymnastics to fit in was never an option.

He was popular in his fraternity, and if everything went as planned, he’d qualify this year for the next Summer Olympics.

When Dane unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off his hips, he was glad he’d only had tighty whities in his clean laundry pile this morning. Boxers would have set him up for unintentional flashing and restricted his movement. As it was, he saw a few sets of averted eyes as he grabbed his beer back from Justin to finish the dregs.

“Easiest twenty bucks ever,” he said with a cocky twist of his mouth as he handed back the empty can. Dane mounted the horse in a liquid motion born of countless hours of training.

His routine was second-nature at this point, even with his faint buzz. He’d done it a thousand times: front support, to leg cuts, to rear support. Hold, and then into scissors. Circles to a handstand, down to flairs and back up again. From his upside-down position he saw the guys ribbing each other.

What’s the big deal? All of them had roamed the house naked, or close to it, at one point in time or another. Hell, a few of the guys had even engaged in three-ways with the occasional sorority slut. There was no modesty in their house.

Well, except maybe for the new transfer, Adam. He hadn’t been around long enough for Dane to catch him half-naked and stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

But he sure as hell was looking forward to it.


Jenna Wade http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1… and Eli Easton http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1… will be posting tomorrow, so check ’em out!



Star Catcher has a Release Date!

And I’ve been sitting on this cover for far too long.  Can you blame me?  Who wouldn’t want to sit on this?  Sit and spin, that is.

Coming June 3rd from Liquid Silver Books!

Coming June 3rd from Liquid Silver Books!

Lord, that’s huge!  Just the way I like it.

Observe, the blurb:

Lust flares hot and bright when Stella Aims’ world collides with the gorgeous and mysterious Noth Zobor. The tall dark stranger doesn’t speak a word of English, but Stella is happy to teach him everything she knows, including a crash course in the universal language of love. Their passion burns down to sweet and smoldering before Stella’s reality is completely spun around.

People aren’t always what they seem—but what if they aren’t even human?

Concerned that Noth’s been lying to her, Stella searches for him and walks into a trap straight out of a nightmare. When she wakes, she finds the real deception was far worse than she ever suspected, and her lover is not at all what he seems. Forgiving him might be the easiest thing Stella has to do, because getting out alive and saving her fellow humans from captivity and experimentation will be the toughest challenge of her life.

Can lovers from two different planets overcome forces that push them galaxies apart? When the fate of two species hangs in the balance, love may be the only thing strong enough to save them all and give hope for a new future.


#Sexy Snippets Sunday

Today’s #Sexy Snippet comes from my story “Bound by Ink” in Storm Moon Press’ “Written in Flesh” anthology.  Yes, it is guys loving guys.  Deal with it.

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“I want to be the one toying with you for the rest of your days, Dax.”

Key’s index finger traced the seam of that perfect mouth.  He pulled the lower lip down with a light scrape and watched Dax’s pink tongue dart out to taste his skin.

“Do you want to put that declaration in writing?”

“A tattoo?”

“I want to put my name on you.”  Dax drew Key’s finger into his mouth, slowly sucking it in up to his knuckle.



Have a sexy Sunday, all!  Don’t forget to check out the other snippets!


#SexySnippets Sunday

The name of the game is seven sexy sentences every Sunday.  The people in charge?  The Nuthouse Scribblers.

After you read mine, check out the other contributions by clicking the button below.

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My seven sentences come to you from my story, “My Soul to Take,” in the recently released anthology that saves lives, “Coming Together: In Vein.”  All proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders, as you probably already know. 🙂

“I am what you made me.”  She rubbed her lower lip against his.  Her nails combed through his hair and scraped down the back of his neck.

“I want your tongue inside me.  I want to wrap my legs around your head and feel your warm breath burning the inside of my thighs.”  Her voice was a demanding whisper against his ear.

She sucked on his earlobe as if it were his cock, and then teased inside with her tongue.

So there you have it.  Crave more sweet vampire love?  Check out Coming Together: In Vein.  No lie, this book will get your undead rocks off.

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! :)

Proceeds go to help Doctors Without Borders! 🙂

Now get back to work!


COWBOY LUST Nominated for Antho of the Year!

This just in from the 2012 Authors After Dark Bookie Awards! Yip Yeah! And here is the part where I beg you, my fine friends, to click on this link and cast your vote for Cowboy Lust.

Please, please, please?  It would mean the world to me and hot cowboys everywhere.  If you fail to do this, I will send my five-year-old to your house to ride you like a trick pony until you give in.  Trust me, this is a real threat.  The kid is a nudge to end all nudges.  He will wear you down eventually, and leave with all your fruit snacks.  Oh, the horror!  Don’t let it happen to you!

Here’s that link again.  Voting starts today, Nov. 1.  You do have to fill out the entire poll (son of a…) but, remember, it’s for a good cause.  Cowboy Lust is the first one, so you can stop concentrating after that.  Click random things if you want.  Read the entire questionnaire and vote with your heart. Let your cat walk over the keyboard and vote in your stead.  Whatever!


Remember: Cowboy Lust for President!


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