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Bad Boy Ménage is Out!

And it’s on sale on Ravenous Romance’s website! Save 2 bucks, and they have a buy 4 books, get the 5th free going on, too! Bonus!

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As is usually the case with Ravenous story collections, there are a mix of any and all sexual pairings in here. The only certainty is that there are three people involved in each scenario. 😉 For my contribution, I have an FFM tale called Carrie and Bridget’s Bucket List.

How about an excerpt?

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The nightclub was packed.  Sweaty limbs bumped and rubbed against them as they excused their way through the crowd on the main level.

“Let’s get a drink and scope the place out,” Bridget yelled over the music.  They wove toward the bar.  Two mango margaritas later, they were shuffling back through the crowd.

“I don’t see him.”  Carrie knew she sounded disappointed.  She was.  Something about the smooth-talking, skydiving jump instructor had made her melt from the moment he opened his mouth.  Sure, he was gorgeous with his too-long waves of brown hair kissed with sunshine, and those dark chocolate eyes.  His looks were almost boyish.  He had a carefree smile and dimples that took her breath away.  Oh, and she couldn’t forget the muscular body that had been pressed against her during the jump.

But, no, his physical attractiveness wasn’t what made her keep thinking about him all day.  It was—no, not his voice, but his presence.  Something about him made her legs weak, almost as if her body were trying to preserve itself—to stop her from obeying his every command.

Yet that unyielding personality, his remarkable air of authority, had gotten her out of the plane after she had balked.  Bridget, with her jump instructor Maria, was already a crimson ink splotch against the baby blue sky when Carrie had turned to Dario.

“I can’t do this,” she said.

He spoke against her ear to be heard over the plane’s engine and the air roaring past the open door.  His breath was scalding against her neck while his accent rolled over her in a sultry wave of words.  “You need to do this.  Feel that?”  He placed a palm against her stomach, and Carrie sucked in a breath.  “Yes, you are scared, but you are also excited.  You want to experience this rush.  This climax of adrenaline possessing your body.  There is nothing like it.  Let me show you how good it can be.”

And, with his hard chest at her back, she had jumped out of an airplane.

Carrie didn’t know if anything he said was actually sexual in nature.  Did he talk like that to every scared skydiving patron?  Was his meaning kinked in translation?  She only knew her cotton briefs were clinging to her crotch all the way down.  And Dario was right.  It was amazing.  Borderline orgasmic.

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Amazon

All Romance

 

-Kimber

 

 

 

 


Tara Lain’s “The Pack or the Panther” Audiobook Blast!

 

Tara Lain’s The Pack or the Panther is out on audiobook!

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Author Name: Tara Lain

Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

Narrator: Max Lehnen

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb:

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

 

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Excerpt:

Cole took hold of a branch a few feet from Paris. “Do you think the alliance will stand?” He shrugged. “Hard to say. I know everyone hopes so, so I hope so too.” Cole pulled his eyebrows together. “But you don’t really care.”

Paris looked up sharply. “Yes, I care. I care about my parents. They’ve been good to me and I owe them a lot. I’m a freak by wolf standards, and my father has never abjured me. I honestly believe he kept me separate for my well-being more than his own. He acknowledges me as his son even though I remind him of his greatest sorrow.”

“Your panther mother.” He nodded. “And Trixie isn’t a brave female. My existence is difficult for her, but she’s been nothing but good to me. She had to stand against the combined disapproval of a lot of other females for me. They didn’t know what I was, but they knew I was Merced’s first wife’s son. They weren’t kind. She was. I value her and want the best.”

Cole nodded. If there was one thing he understood, it was loyalty.

“And then there’s you.”

Cole glanced up. Look at that mischievous face. He’d switched from deeply serious to court jester in one second flat. “What about me?” He grinned.

The cat danced around his tree, unfastening buttons on his shirt with intricate skill. “You want the alliance and I want you. Isn’t that an Aristotelian principle? If A equals B and B equals C, then Paris wants Cole to have his alliance so Paris can have Cole’s big yummy cock in his ass. An ass, I might add, that’s been throbbing like a voodoo drum since I first looked in your silver eyes, wolfman.” He whipped off the shirt, leaving his upper body bare.

Wow. Even knowing what was coming, that sight was hard to believe. The cat’s skin glowed in the moonlight like so much alabaster formed into a work of art. If you liked bulky, you wouldn’t like Paris. But if the look of a black leopard stealing along a branch stilled your heart, this sight would do it for you down to the ground. Not really slim. More like lean, with muscles just where they should be, but as if they were made of silk rather than stone. Fluid.

Paris reached and grabbed a branch, then pulled himself up one-armed until he leaned over the wood on his belly. Flip. He circled and came up to sitting, his upper body glowing and long legs dangling. He spread his arms out for a second as if balancing on a tightrope. Then he reached in and started to unfasten his belt. Slowly, he slipped it from his trousers, then swung it over his head until it caught on an upper branch.

He pulled himself to standing and used one hand to slowly lower his fly. White showed in the gap. Oh my. Not white underwear.  White skin. Cole shuddered. He wasn’t used to this kind of sexy. Hell, who was? This cat was one of a kind.

 

Tour Stops on July 15, 2014: Parker Williams, Havan Fellows, Because Two Men Are Better Than One, My Fiction Nook, Wake Up Your Wild Side, Prism Book Alliance, Amanda C. Stone, Romance the Night, Redz World, Emotion in Motion, Cate Ashwood, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Hearts on Fire, Velvet Panic, Kimber Vale, MM Good Book Reviews, Iyana Jenna, Night Owl Reviews, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Kimi-Chan, Buffy’s Ramblings, Michael Mandrake

 

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Sales Links:

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Author Bio:

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 21. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

Author Links:

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Blog:                      http://www.taralain.com/blog

Goodreads:        http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4541791.Tara_Lain

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Interview with Author Heloise West

Today I have author Heloise West here to share about herself and her new short story release, River Gods, in the Dreamspinner anthology “Juicy Bits.”

Hi, Heloise! Thanks for stopping by with this tasty cover. 🙂

What first inspired you to write MM?

I was writing a medieval mystery and the main character is an Italian doctor—I’d spent 5 years in his odd and difficult perspective. When I wrote the sex/love scene where he and the local midwife get together, I wasn’t happy with it and started looking around at what was out there in both non-fiction writing romance and new romance fiction, and as a result, stumbled onto Erastes “Muffled Drum.” I’d read Mary Renault, but “Muffled Drum” was the one that introduced the genre to me, and the more I read, the more I wanted to write.

 

In the upcoming story collection Juicy Bits, you have a tale called “River Gods.” I’m so intrigued by that title. Can you tell us what a River God is and give us a blurb?

Everyone who goes to Florence visits the Piazza della Signoria, the heart of social and political life in the Renaissance. In the piazza are many statues—Michelangelo’s David used to stand there until it was moved inside to preserve it. According to Mary McCarthy’s “The Stones of Florence,” the people believed spirits inhabited their city’s statuary and that their river, the Arno, had a god. The sculptor, Ammannati, created the statue of Neptune that stands in the piazza today. In a fantastic juxtaposition of ideas, the story goes that this statue of Neptune was inhabited by the Arno river god who had been turned into a statue because “like Michelangelo” he spurned the love of women. Michelangelo, by the by, hated the statue of Neptune and thought the sculptor had ruined the marble.  Beltramino, the sculptor in my story, identifies with the lonely statue condemned to walk the streets in search of his lover when the light of the full moon touches him.

Blurb for Juicy Bits: 

What’s your favorite part of a romance? If you like the juicy bits—the moments when two or more sexy men can’t wait any longer to satisfy their cravings—then this anthology is for you. These stories of strangers, casual lovers, established couples, and friends who can no longer deny the passion between them push the limits and set the pages on fire. In a scorching collection of erotic scenes ranging from funny and sweet to hardcore kinky, the guys get right to the meat of the story. Whether they’re in the shower, in the locker room, at the office, on a moving train, or just connecting over the phone, they keep things steamy, sticky, and most of all, juicy. 

 

What’s next for you?

I’m wrapping up a contemporary romantic suspense novella, and I hope to be submitting more to Dreamspinner’s short story anthologies.

 

Do you have any writing rituals or tips you swear by?

I have to write in the morning when the doors and windows to my subconscious are still open. And lots of coffee.

 

What are your favorite genres/subgenres to write? What about to read?

For both history and mystery/suspense come first—I used to be much more of a romance/sci-fi/fantasy reader when I was younger. I don’t read sci-fi anymore, and hardly any fantasy, though I love Game of Thrones. I’m becoming more interested in Gaslamp Romantic Fantasy, though, so that’s new.

 

Rapid Fire Questions:

 

Your lucky number: 13, my Sicilian grandmother gave it to me. She liked to gamble.

 

When you grow up you want to be: An author with a huge and diverse back list.

 

Your favorite animal: Dogs.

 

Food you couldn’t be paid enough to eat: Tripe. Ewww.

 

Favorite sex position to write for your characters: Face to Face.

 

If you had a super power it would be: Oh, flying, most definitely. Or to make an eggplant parm with the power to solve all the world’s ills….

 

Your favorite comedian of all time: A young and manic Robin Williams.

 

Juicy Bits is available at Dreamspinner Press, and all the usual places.

Stories Included:

What I’ve Been Missing by John Amory

Never Kiss by Rick Bettencourt

Not Water Resistant by J.J. Cassidy

Heat Wave by Olivia Duncan Craig

Hot Coffee by Kim Dias

For What It’s Worth by Rhidian Brenig Jones

Sandman and the Cookie by Dawn Kimberly Johnson

Dial It Up by Mina Kelly

Voyeur-something by Briana Lawrence

Strangers on the Northeast Regional by Pearl Love

2 Weeks 6 Days 2 Long by S K Manganelli

Sparks by A. Morell

Swim Meet by Johnny Murdoc

An Invitation by Jay Northcote

Lucky XIII by J. I. Radke

Farmer in the Dell by Rob Rosen

River Gods by Heloise West

Hunting by Nikki West

Play with Me by Lucy Whedon

In Good Hands by Logan Zachary

 

Follow Heloise’s blog at: http://velvetpanic2.wordpress.com/

And find her on:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heloise.west.1?fref=ts

Twitter: https://twitter.com/velvetpanic

Tumbler: http://heloisewest.tumblr.com/

 

 

 

 


Double Takes is Available for Pre-order! #save #money #duh

So, I’ve been a hardcore hose bag lately, editing Shooting Stars #3, writing blog posts for my Double Takes tour, and begging all of the wildly fabulous blogger-type people around for a bit of air time on their cyberspace.

Needless to say, I’ve been remiss on updating my own bit of internet real estate. Lazy-sloth-unorganized-butt-munch, thy name is Kimber.

So, here’s the latest: Double Takes is available for pre-order on Liquid Silver Books!  Yeah, boy! You can get it for $3.99 versus $4.99. That’s a hot dollar you can spend on…well, a coffee at Mickey D’s! How sweet is that? My latest rock/reality TV star book AND a fucking cup of coffee!

I’d throw in a hand job but I’m over here and you’re over there. Just know I was good for it.

Also, I’m not sure I ever posted my trailer here.

Jeez. It’s almost like I’m a natural blonde with a list of things to do only she keeps losing the list and starting a new one and losing that one and getting distracted by pictures of cute boys on the internet…

ANYWAY, enjoy this bit of movieness I made all by myself! 🙂

-Kimber


#Free #Read The House of #Manlove Valentine’s Day #FlashFiction Hop!

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Cadillac Time Machine

by K. Vale

Based on characters from the book “Forever is Now” by K. Vale

copyright Kimber Vale

“Just keep ’em closed.” Chance Ralan turned the wheel of the black Cadillac Escalade and pulled into the crowded parking lot. He shot a glance at his husband, Alex, in the front passenger’s seat. The red paisley scarf covering half his face made him look like a bandit with bad aim.

“You tied a bandanna over my eyes, Chan. What could I possibly see?”

“Oh, don’t act like you never cheated at Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Everyone did.” Chance yanked the shift into park and pulled the key out of the ignition. “We’re here!”

“So, I can take this off?”

“Nope. Not yet.” Chance hopped out and jogged around the back of the vehicle. He opened Alex’s door and leaned over to unbuckle the seat belt, placing a quick kiss on his man’s lips as he did.

“Come on.” He took Alex’s hand and led him out of the truck. “Careful with this step.”

“If you were hoping for some kinky Valentine’s shit, you really should have cleared your plan with me, first.” Alex shivered in the frigid February night and Chance wrapped an arm around his back. The frozen pond outside the lit-up building made him wish they could have done this in June for the full effect.

But then it wouldn’t be a Valentine’s Day present.

“You’d be in your birthday suit for kinky shit, babe.” Chance swept a hand under the hem of Alex’s pea coat and grabbed his ass through the perfectly pressed wool of his tux. “Just another minute.” He pushed open the front door and pulled Alex into warmth. He led him through the lobby and finally stopped.

“Now?”

“Now.”

Alex pulled the scarf off and gazed around, his brow scrunched together while he ran fingers through mussed black-brown hair.

“What?” He cocked his head at the huge sign over the entrance to the Crystal Room. It read “Prom 2003: A Night to Remember.”

“I did my homework. That was the theme.” Chan took Alex’s hand and yanked him toward the door like a kid leading a parent into a toy store.

They stepped inside the function room festooned with purple and silver balloons, streamers, and tablecloths. At least a hundred people were there dressed in tuxedos and extravagant gowns. They stood and clapped when Chance and Alex walked in.

“What did you do?” Alex slowly shook his head as he took it all in.

“We missed it. So I made a do-over.”

Glen Palmer waved at them and Alex waved back, still shaking his head. His eyes widened as he scanned the room full of classmates from their senior year.

“We did our own thing, Chan. It was cool.” Alex turned to him, a bewildered smile on his gorgeous face.

Except it wasn’t cool, for so many reasons. Chance didn’t have the balls to admit who he was back then. Sure, they’d hung out secretly that night ten years ago, but just a few weeks afterward Alex’s dad caught them together and Chance had run like a chicken shit.

He spent nine years reliving and regretting, so maybe he’d paid his dues, but he was so excited to give Alex this little piece of their youth finally done right—out and proud.

“Is that Tara Bleaks? And that looks like…Jeremy! Jeremy Castiglione!” Alex scratched the back of his head and waved with his other hand. A general look of amusement was shared by nearly every prom attendee, but they gave Chance and Alex their space.

“Yup!” Chance took their coats and threw them over a vacant chair. “Plus some spouses you’ve never met. I tried to convince people to go with their original prom dates, but most of them didn’t like the idea.”

Alex gave him his wry, raised eyebrow stare. “You’re joking, right?”

“Yeah, rude, huh?”

Alex laughed and rolled his eyes. “You can’t do that to people. If I’d taken Heather Phillips like my mom tried to arrange, I’d be here with her, you dope.”

“Oh, no. That would mess with the time-space continuum.” Chan squeezed Alex’s hand tight. “That’d be like stepping on a prehistoric butterfly and turning the future world into a Lovecraft book. Let’s dance.”

“Babe, you didn’t really invent a time machine, you know.”

“Most of these women crammed themselves into their old dresses, with a few obvious exceptions.” Chance tilted his head toward a table of has-been cheerleaders who’d apparently traded their pom poms for bon-bons. “They’re playing 3 Doors Down, ‘Here Without You.’ It was Audioslave when we walked in. The DJ has my express orders to play nothing but music from ’03 or earlier. Yes, we’ve gone back in time.” He gave Alex a cocky grin.

“I’m pretty sure the real thing was heavy on the pop and dance music.”

“Yeah, well, when I fund the prom, they play only the shit I like. And I didn’t invite anyone I really hated, either.”

“What a catty bitch you are.” Alex laughed, his sapphire eyes sparkling under the shimmering lights of the disco ball above them.

“Mmm. And you love me anyway.”

“Yes, I do.”

Alex wrapped his arms around him and Chance melted against his perfectly tailored jacket. “This was really sweet, Chan. Now I’m feeling a little inadequate about what I got you.”

Chance stretched up to lock lips for a moment. “Don’t worry. You know what happens on prom night, don’t ya? You’re not gonna get off easy.”

“Isn’t that exactly what happens on prom night?”

“Oh, yeah…well, you know what I mean.”

“I have an idea. Thank God you didn’t rent a limo. I’d be up all night paying you back.”

Chance pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket. “Hold that thought…limos…limos…” He scrolled over the search results.

“Guess I’ll need a cup of coffee or two.” Alex laughed and leaned down to kiss him again.

John Mayer’s “Your Body is a Wonderland” came on. Alex grimaced.

Chance smirked and pulled him closer. “Shut up and just go with it.”

With a laugh and a pinch of Chance’s ass, Alex did just that.

The night was everything their prom should have been, with the added bonus of ending the party at their own house, greeting by their giant, doofy dog, and falling together into their shared king-sized bed. No way could their senior prom ever have been half as good.

“No! Watch out for the butterfly!” Alex mumbled in his sleep.

Chance placed a kiss on his temple and another on his cheek before he settled against Alex’s naked chest. “No changin’ this now, babe. Don’t worry.” He pulled the covers up around them both and closed his eyes.

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Check out these other February Flash Fiction Blog Hop Participants:

14th: Jena Wade and Heloise West

15th: Amelia Bishop  and Mina Kelly

16th: Kimber Vale and Shiloh Saddler

17th: Eva Lefoy and Azalea Moone

18th: Dakota TraceJade Crystal, and Crane Hana

19th: JT Hall and ND Wylders

20th: Evelise Archer , Kate Lowell, and Skye Jones


Playing Matchmaker: Guest Post by Shiloh Saddler

Playing Matchmaker

by Shiloh Saddler

Usually a friend or parent or co-worker will try to play matchmaker.  It seems single people are always being paired up. Or maybe that’s just my experience.  It is hard enough to go on a blind date solely on the advice of someone you know… can you imagine meeting your love through some ghosts playing matchmaker?

Saltwater Lover is set in America in 1800. Kojo is a man with a deep connection to the spirits. He always lives with one foot in this world and one foot in the spirit world. He chose to become a shaman because of his secret urgings to be with another man.  Normally he’d be expected to marry a woman in the village, but now he was married to his work, to the spirits. Except he was lonely…

The spirits knew this. The spirits know everything. So they devised a plan to get Kojo a lover. And, well, the spirits work in mysterious ways.

Miles Mather is the captain of a slaving vessel. Now forty years old he hasn’t had a lover in months. The young men don’t find him as appealing as they used to. And with his choice of partners being illegal it made looking for a lover tricky.

He sails to the African Coast for another cargo of slaves. The spirits do not warn Kojo the catchermen are coming. He is captured and taken to the shoreline with the others soon to be transported to a new life in America, a life in chains.

The spirits think Captain Mather and Kojo will be a good match. Their attraction is instant, but will they resist the forbidden relationship? Could a slave and slaver really fall in love?

Blurb:

In 1800, Kojo is a native African with deep connections to the spirits—but those spirits choose not to save him from the slaving ship. He’s captured and taken aboard, where he meets Captain Mather. During the long journey to America, not even the spirits can save him from their growing attraction. Love blooms. A doomed love. For when they land, Kojo’s fate is to be sold.

Captain Mather can’t imagine Kojo being treated as a slave. Desperate to spare him from that life, the captain hides him, taking him to his home. When he’s blackmailed by a mutinous former crewmember, there seems little choice but to sell his ship and pay. Anything to save the man he loves.

Excerpt:

When the captain reached him, Kojo’s pulse quickened, jumping several beats. The man’s green gaze scanned his muscular chest, glistening with sweat from the long walk. He wrapped a hand around Kojo’s chin, drawing his face gently toward him. His touch was not forceful as Kojo had expected, only enough pressure to direct the movement. The captain smelled of tobacco and rum and a spice Kojo couldn’t name. It was a manly, intoxicating scent.

The man’s calloused fingers trailed down Kojo’s neck, lingering for a moment at the base of his throat. Kojo felt the man’s hot breath on his lips, merely inches from his own. His round face and toned arms made it hard for Kojo to guess his age. A few strands of silver were mixed into his beard and at his hairline but were hard to see—perhaps forty?

Unbridled lust gleamed in the captain’s eyes and yet Kojo wasn’t terrified. It made him feel alive, wanted. Under the man’s predatory gaze, Kojo’s cock thickened, straining against the confines of his breechcloth. No man had looked at him or touched him like that before. And he liked it.

The captain smiled, the harshness in his eyes easing by a fraction.

Kojo’s cheeks burned.

One of the catchermen laughed, peering at Kojo’s loins.

The heat in Kojo’s cheeks spread throughout his whole body. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

The captain shouted at the laughing man and he shut up.

The muscular white man guarding him started arguing with the captain. Kojo didn’t know what they were saying, but the man pointed at him. The captain must have told the man to guard another section of slaves, because his guard changed.

Returning his attention to Kojo, he tipped up his chin as if to tell him not to be ashamed. Then he slipped his fingers around the sacred bead hanging on a piece of leather from his neck. Kojo figured the man was going to cut it off with the small knife hanging in a sheath on his belt. But he didn’t.

The captain’s hand barely brushed his chest as he let go of the bead. The contact was so light Kojo wondered if he had imagined it. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires.

Buy Saltwater Lover now:

 

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Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/saltwater-lover

Author Bio:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

Social Media Links:

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Shiloh-Saddler/e/B00H6CN5D4/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 


#MySexySaturday — A Tiny Taste of “Nasty Boys”

For week #26 our theme is that pinnacle moment where you know the two lovers in a story are about to lose their cool and get all crazy on each other.

That is an excellent moment.

For my offering, I’m excerpting my short story “Johnny and Clyde” from Nasty Boys: Rough Trade Erotica, the latest guy on guy anthology from Cleis Press and editor Shane Allison.

He Looks Like Trouble, and You Know You Want Some.

The three bikers split up, and John found himself flying
down a dirt lane at breakneck speed, his arms tightly hugging
the dangerous stranger in front of him. Wind whipped his face,
stung his eyes to a liquid blur. The green-brown of forest sailed
by in smudged watercolor. The grim reaper could have loomed
alongside the lonely stretch of road, and John would have
reached out a hand to high-five him.

When they finally skidded to a stop at the rear of a small
cabin somewhere in the lonely woods of upstate New York, or
possibly even Vermont, John had an aching hard on, a windslapped
face and the sweetest sense of abandon. It didn’t matter
that the masked guy still had a gun tucked in his pants. John had
noticed the tattooed message on the biker’s fingers as the man
had choked the throttle. The right-hand knuckles, deciphered
from John’s upside-down vantage point, read OUTS. The left
was inked with IDER. Outsider. The word called to him. It
made him believe that he and the rough biker were somehow
meant to be here right now. They were like the cogs in a clock
that gripped together perfectly to push each other forward.

The man slid off the bike. He faced John as he pulled the
pistol from the front of his pants. Johnny could only stare at the
smattering of dark belly hair that led down into his jeans. He
licked his lips and imagined tracing the angry red welt left by
the hard metal barrel. With his mouth watering, he devoured the
guy’s semi-aroused state with his eyes. The gun wasn’t trained
on him, but held at the robber’s side. Even so, John didn’t feel
that approaching the guy was a wise move.

Instead, he inched a hand over his own hard dick and slid
it down his bound length then back up, wrapping his fingers
around himself as much as the dress slacks allowed, and
stroking. The man watched him silently.

“Let me taste your cock,” John said gruffly, still unsure if his
words would get him killed. How did he know this guy wasn’t
ramrod straight and homophobic as well? He saw the hint of a
pink tongue dart out to wet the man’s lips under the knit mask, and blood surged to his prick, full and fast and almost painful.

The man was unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning. Unzipping. “Come ’ere.”

John knelt on the hard ground before a pair of black boots
decorated with steel rings.

____________
-Kimber


#NaNoWriMo Week One Update

Hey, this is great!  I can spare a few minutes to update y’all on my writing progress every week, right? And, let’s be honest, I need to post something here.

Thank you NaNoWriMo for getting my ass moving on all writing fronts!

Anyway, here’s the low down on my NaNo thus far:

A little background info first. I signed up for a month-long challenge on the NaNo site about eight months ago. Guess that would make it April. I think I ended up writing 20K on a book that I still have yet to finish, but anyway, it inspired me to write faster. I’m not a NaNo success story by any stretch of the imagination, and I can freely admit that. I plan to fail miserably this month as well. I’m a planner, and I like my whiskey and my rough drafts pretty damn neat.

That being said, I signed up thinking the starting date would get me to complete my second book in my Shooting Stars series. It (kinda) did. I finished my rough draft of “Double Takes” on the 3rd of November. Not bad. Not too late to start the next one.

But I didn’t feel ready. I spent a few days outlining and doing character sheets and re-outlining. Okay, and formulating a play list of inspirational songs, I’ll be freakin’ honest.

Yes, this is my muse music. Clearly it will be a happy-happy, joy-joy kind of book. 😛

I know some people just jump right in and let the book take them. I’ve tried that. My books take me to brick walls if I don’t have at least a loose sketch of each chapter.

Anyway, I started writing on the fifth, I think, and I finished my first chapter yesterday at 4049. I could conceivably manage 7K words a week going forward, which would put a nice dent in book three.

I also need to start editing Double Takes so I can get that out to beta readers in the next few weeks.  All in all, I’m feeling good about my NaNo, doomed to failure though it may be (hell, according to my outline, this book will probably fall in the 40K mark anyway–doomed, I tell ya!). But that’s cool. I’m loving my characters, and the fact that I haven’t submitted book two yet gives me the opportunity to make sure they are consistent in both books.

So, yeah. There’s the report. Check back next week to see if I’m spiraling downward in a flaming plane. 🙂 Magic eight ball says “Signs point to yes.”

-Kimber

 


Fall into Winter Romance #Giveaway Hop

Well, what do you know? Another blog hop!

Ah, romance.  Is there anything better than cozying up to your sweetheart before a crackling fire? Sharing a throw blanket and playing footsie underneath? How about toasting your burning love with a mug of hot mulled wine?

Well, welcome to the Fall into Winter Romance Blog Hop. ‘Tis the season to bundle up and bust open a steaming-hot romance to warm you from the inside out.

With nearly sixty chances to win an assortment of romance-themed prizes, and a grand prize of a $50 Amazon gift card, this hop is sure to add some sweet heat for a bunch of lucky winners.

For my prize, I’m giving away a copy of my M/M story Bound by Ink. There are a couple of toasty warm fires and plenty of spicy hot manlove in this novelette to help you fend off that November chill. 🙂 Comment below and I’ll pick a winner via Random.org at the end of the hop.

Blurb:

On an alternate Earth, Key has his marriage ink placed out of duty to his friend, Kaya, but realizes his mistake too late. He runs from the woman and her family, desperate to find a happiness that is sure to elude him in his village full of narrow-minded people. In the wilderness he discovers Dax, a man who left their tribe to seek his own freedom. Lust sparks between them, but with Kaya’s father on the hunt for Key, and Key’s own guilt plaguing him, will the two fugitives be able to find their happily ever after?

Don’t forget to stop in and visit the other hoppers, and click the link below to enter the Rafflecopter for the $50 gift card!

Happy hopping! a Rafflecopter giveaway

-Kimber

Western Kisses Fall Into Winter Giveaway Hop

1. AnnMarie Oakes 16. MYTHICAL BOOKS (INT) 31. Susanne Matthews 46. Phaedra Seabolt
2. Kirsten Osbourne 17. Arianne Richmonde 32. Olivia Hardin… Writer 47. Sotia Lazu
3. Carré White 18. Allyson Lindt (INT) 33. Rhonda Laurel 48. Nana Prah
4. Flora Dare 19. Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews 34. Shiloh Saddler 49. Cherie Marks
5. Sienna Stapleton 20. Wicked Wolves & Dreaming Dragons 35. Tory Richards 50. Stacey Clifford (INT)
6. Charlene Raddon 21. Budget Romance (Suzanne Rock) 36. TD Hassett 51. Em Petrova
7. Krista Lakes 22. Marian Tee 37. Krista Ames 52. Suzanna Medeiros
8. Elsa Day 23. Mary Eason 38. Author Tawdra Kandle 53. Tabitha Conall
9. Aubrey Rose 24. Cassandra Carr (INT) 39. Stacey Blake 54. J.R. Pearse Nelson
10. Adriana Hunter 25. Karolyn James 40. Reading Reality 55. Kimber Vale
11. Mochas, Mysteries and More 26. Normandie Alleman (INT) 41. Katya Armock: paranormal 56. Christine Murphy – Author Of Sphinx Resurrected
12. Shelby Rebecca 27. Siren Allen 42. Close Encounters with the Night Kind 57. Charlene Roberts
13. Lily Harlem 28. R.E. Hargrave 43. S.A. Jones 58. Adriana Kraft
14. Cassandra Dean (INT) 29. Imagine a World (INT) 44. Sharon Cummin 59. Lorraine Pearl
15. Lisa Chalmers (INT) 30. Christy Newton 45. Jane Wakely

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! 🙂

-Kimber

foreverisnow

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.


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