Caution: Male/Male Romance ahead…
“This is from The Club – the third book in the Losing His Cover Series.”~Sean Michael
Bruce put Alex’s hand back on his arm and walked with him to the back. He looked over to the bartender and the door in front of them buzzed, letting them in.
“Room two,” Bruce told him.
“Enjoy your boy, Brucy.”
He looked back to snap, but Bruce’s hand was on his back.
“You are, you know,” Bruce said as they went into their room and Bruce flicked on the lights, closed the door behind them.
“I know that. I have the ring.” He caught sight of his arm, the colors of the new tattoo bright and cheery. “I have another appointment with Sledge on Sunday, don’t forget.”
“I’m not going to forget, babe. I love the work he’s doing.” Bruce drew him toward the bed. “He’s helping to bury Nicky.”
“Not as stubborn as we are, babe. And I know how to banish him.” Bruce began to strip him down.
Bruce sounded so sure. “I wish it was that easy.”
“We don’t need easy, do we? We just need a chance.” Bruce pulled his T-shirt over his head and undid his belt, opened his jeans.
“Greedy man. You’re in your suit, still.”
Bruce pushed down his jeans. “And you’re pretty much naked.”
“Yes.” Naked and a little hard.
“I like it. Get on the bed.” Bruce sauntered over to the wardrobe.
“You don’t want to get naked?” He sat on the mattress, stretching until his back popped.
“I kind of like the dynamic of you being naked and needy while I’m still fully dressed.”
Alex pinked and, for the first time in years, thought about covering his cock with his hand.
Bruce’s gaze swept over him, his husband’s admiration absolutely clear. Then Bruce opened the wardrobe and began looking through it. “I’m looking for a cock ring. Don’t want you coming too soon.”
“Are we going to be here for more than a quickie?”
“I think you need more than a quickie.” Bruce grabbed something from the wardrobe then came back to him. “I think you need it long and hard.”
“Listen to you.” He reached out, cupped Bruce’s cock through his slacks.
“That’s feeling, not listening,” Bruce noted, pushing his hips forward, the heavy prick moving into his hand.
“Listening…” He leaned forward, nuzzled Bruce’s belly.
Bruce groaned for him. “You going to distract me with your ‘listening’?”
“I like distracting you.”
Bruce’s hand dropped onto his head, stroking over his hair. “Yeah, I like it, too.”
“You want me to suck you, love?”
“I do. But first I want to watch you put this on.” Bruce handed him the cock ring. “Sit back and spread your legs and let me watch.”
The cold metal ring slowly warmed in his hand.
“I love watching you touch yourself. It turns me on.” Bruce’s gaze never left him.
The Club blurb:
Home for two and a half weeks now, now retired undercover cop Alex must begin to deal with what he’s going to do with the rest of his life.
His husband, Bruce, has gone back to work after taking a two week vacation, and Alex is alone for the whole day for the first time since dropping the mantle of his undercover persona “Nicky”.
It is through Bruce’s work at a BDSM bar/club that he and Alex make the biggest inroads into expelling Alex’s undercover persona for good, and bringing Alex completely home in body, mind and spirit.
Please welcome my fellow Resplendence Writer, Sean Micheal to the Clog Blog. Welcome Sean.
Thank you very much for having me, Tina!
Q: You’ve written so many books, how do you make the time to write?
Writing is my job, so I do it every day. I have set times when I sit down and write, but I love it so much that I will often be writing outside of those set times as well.
Q: Where do your ideas come from?
Sometimes they come from the call I’m writing for. Other times I’ll see or hear something that will spark an idea. Or I’ll be in the mood to write something kinky and the guys who need that kind of thing will pop into my head.
Q: Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I tend to have a general idea of where the story is going to go, but the characters are in charge and will often go left when I think we’re headed right, so I need to be flexible or it stalls the writing. I did try outlining once because I thought I ought to be more organized and when I had finished the outline, I couldn’t write the book – like my brain said what’s the point of writing it if you’ve already told the story albeit in point form.
Q: What is the hardest thing about writing?
The business of writing is the hardest part of it. Prepping stuff for submission, filling out all the various forms the publishers need, the editing. It’s surprising how much time gets eaten up by things that aren’t actually writing.
Q: Do you ever get writer’s Block?
Sort of. I usually have anywhere from four to six documents open at any one time and I work on each of them every day. I try to give each story the same amount of attention, however sometimes there will be one or two that are ‘hot’ and easy to write, and one or two that are ‘cold’ and the writing just doesn’t come easy. So I’ll write more on the stories that are popping than the ones that are not. But being able to switch keeps a block on one story from becoming a total block.
Q: You’ve written a lot of different series, can you tell us a bit about your favorites, and what
I hate choosing favorites, in part because whatever I’m working on at the time is the current favorite, but when people ask about older books and I think back on it, I always say oh, I loved writing those guys, because truly I did. The Drawing Straws guys for instance were so much fun to write because they were a foursome full of kinky goodness (and then they went and plotted on me!)
The thing I like best about writing series is being able to revisit the characters. And I enjoy both kinds of series – the ones that follow the same characters through all the books and the ones that follow different characters with each book, but that are set I the same world and have appearances by the characters from other books in the series.
Q: What are you working on at the minute?
Let’s see what’s open today. I’m working on a kinky demons story, the second in a series I can’t talk about yet, the next Iron Eagle Gym story, the next Windbrothers book, a ghost hunters book, and a Velvet Glove book.
Q: Which writers inspire you?
I love words and how authors put them together. Off the top of my head I’d have to say Stephen King, Michael Ondaatje, Timothy Findlay, Anthony Burgess… I honestly could go on and on.
Books are wonderful things.
Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
Dread filled her when they got to their front door. She hadn’t wanted the night to end. Taking a moment to close her eyes and take one last deep breath of the outdoor air, she then headed inside for the night.
She let the dogs out into the backyard as she passed Tad taking off his jacket. His warm, earthy scent rushed through her and molten hot waves of awareness sluiced over her skin. She then passed him again—shoulders brushing—as he headed to his bedroom.
“Going to bed?” Candace hated whatever it was in her voice that wasn’t usually there.
“Yeah, I thought about it. Aren’t you?”
“Yeah, so tired.” She pointed to her room and went inside it. She leaned back against her door. She couldn’t possibly have picked a worse crush—even if it had been Mr. Evercut.
Then she remembered the dogs. She opened her bedroom door and headed to the back door. Tad came out of his bedroom too. His jacket was off and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned a little at the top, revealing just enough of his sun-kissed skin that her mouth watered. She wanted to nuzzle her face into that little dusting of chest hair and run her tongue over his hot smooth skin.
“The dogs,” Candace explained, pointing in the direction of the backyard.
“A drink,” Tad said before they both went their separate ways.
Candace let the dogs in.
Tad opened the tap and drank a tall glass of water.
He headed out of the kitchen just as Candace moved into it. “I should feed them.” She pulled the dog food from the pantry and dumped some of it into their bowls.
Tad checked the locks on all the doors before he headed back to his room for the night. After the dogs had gotten their fill, Candace moved back out of the kitchen and into her bedroom with all the dogs in tow.
“Good night.” She walked past Tad to her room. Her body buzzed from just being near him.
“Good night.” He headed to his room as well.
She shut the door behind her and closed her eyes again, leaning her head back against the wood. She did not want to sleep. She slipped out of her bedroom, and as she came out of hers Tad was coming out of his, and she lost her nerve again. Especially with the determined way he was walking toward her.
“I should check the locks.” She moved around him to the front door.
“I already did,” he said at the same time she tried the doorknob.
“The back door.” She pointed to the other door. She tried to slip back around him, but he trapped her.
“Candace—” His voice snagged her by the heart. It was deep and smooth. It made her want to curl up into his lap.
He looked down at her with those stormy gray-green eyes and he tugged her closer to him with a hand on her hip. “Tad?” Her breath caught in her throat.
“Where are you really going?” He bit his lip, and she wanted to replace his teeth with her own.
“Crazy, I think,” she whispered breathlessly.
He tipped his head and they breathed the exact same air. “God.” He cursed as his nose just brushed over her cheek and her forehead and then her other cheek. She closed her eyes against the light brushes of his skin against hers. “I think I’m right there with you.”
“Prove it,” Candace whispered desperately, and before the words were even completely out of her mouth his lips were against her lips. So softly at first it nearly tickled, and then it wasn’t quite so soft.
He tugged her hard up against his chest. One of his hands slid into the mess of her hair and held her head still and her mouth prisoner to his, as if he thought she was going to run off on him. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She clutched him. Her breasts were achingly crushed to his chest and her lips parted under the pressure of his. Sweet Jesus—when his tongue touched hers she could have cried with satisfaction. It was like she’d been waiting for this for such a long time.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was in his arms. His. Tad’s. It was Tad’s mouth. It was Tad’s kiss.
She held on tighter. His lips were unrelenting. She was glad. He pulled away just to look at her face. She didn’t want him to stop. His lips were swollen and red. Her heart thudded hard when his stormy gaze slid down to her lips before lifting and searching her eyes, looking for something specific in them. He must have found it because his lips were back on hers just as quickly as he’d pulled them away.
He propelled her back against the wall that separated the kitchen from the entryway. His mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck, and she bit her lip to hold back the embarrassing squeak of pleasure that was threatening to come free.
“I’ve wanted this,” Tad admitted. It was those words that were exactly what stole Candace’s breath away.
She wanted to tell him how badly she wanted this too, but his hand came up from her hip to her breast and his thumb unerringly found her hard nipple, and she couldn’t think, let alone speak.
“God, Candy.” His mouth dipped lower to her shoulder where he had moved her straps aside to slink over her arms. “Stop me here.”
“No!” Candace’s breathing was ragged and so was her speech. She clutched his head and held him to her as he rained hot, openmouthed kisses and nips across her collarbone. “Don’t stop.”
“Thank God,” he whispered when her dress fell away from her breasts and would have dropped to the floor completely if Tad’s knee wasn’t strategically placed between her thighs.
He grabbed her black strapless bra in both of his hands, and Candace finally let that moan out she’d been fighting back. He tugged the cups down until her breasts spilled free. Tad swore and let out a half laugh, half grunt before he tipped his head and laved her with his tongue.
“Tad…” Candace panted. She lost her legs, giving her whole weight over to the wall at her back and Tad’s knee between her thighs. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“I swear to God, Candy…” Tad groaned around her nipple as he kissed across her chest to her other one. “I’m not going to stop until you’re shaking.”
She was already damn close.
Join me next Thursday when we meet a new author. ~Tina
Please welcome my fellow LSB author Kelli Evans. I’m so excited to interview Kelli since we met at Lori Foster’s RAGT in June. Kelli, tell us a little about yourself and your background?
Hi Tina! I’m so happy to be here. I was born and raised in the middle of the mitten. I live in a small community on the outskirts of a medium sized city – and from the wrong side of the tracks, or in my case river. I am married and a mother to two hilarious girls, my oldest just turned two last month.
What genre are your books?
I write steamy contemporary romances. My Whisper Hollow series is set in a small town, and it’s very light hearted and funny (I hope.) The first two books in The Falling series will be re-released in the fall and a third never before published edition will be available come November and these books are a little darker, either in angst or just dealing with heavier subject material. Still smokin’ hot though.
Do you write full-time or part-time?
Ha! I write part-time, full-time. Whenever I get a second to write I’m writing. That’s usually after my husband comes home from work, at night when everyone is sleeping, or if by some miracle the heavens align and my girls go down for a simultaneous nap.
Where do your ideas come from?
Everywhere. Something my friend says at lunch, an article I read, a song on the radio, a couple on the street …
Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I’m a total pantster. I’ve tried and tried to plot, but my writing feels stifled and my characters are too unruly to be tamed so, I just let the story grow naturally. It’s a lot more fun for me and probably for the reader as well.
What is the hardest thing about writing?
These days it’s really just about finding the time.
You’ve written two book series, WHISPER HOLLOW and THE FALLING, can you tell us more about them?
In Lucky Enough, book one in The Whisper Hollow Series, Reagan Hilt is at her lowest low. Her fiancé called off their engagement over Skype, she has a hideous wedding dress hanging in her apartment she can’t even give away, her land lord has served her with an eviction notice, and her unpaid parking tickets have finally caught up with her. The only golden thread is this flirtation with a smoking hot guy she ran into while in court. After being sentenced to community service with a troubled youth outreach program Reagan meets Chloe a feisty fifteen year old who just so happens to be hottie’s daughter. Chloe forbids them from seeing each other, and because Reed (AKA hottie) is really trying to work on his relationship with Chloe, they agree their relationship should stay platonic. The chemistry sparking between them has other ideas.
The second book Just Her Luck follows Ronnie Hilt, Reagan’s twin and sexy cop Joe Aarons. He’s been trying to wear her down for a while and one drunken night she does give in. The one night stand spirals into something frighteningly permanent as Ronnie learns she’s pregnant with Joe’s child. Conservative, type-A Ronnie, has a very hard time trying to control the situation. She wants to get married to keep up her pristine public image and Joe wants to do right by her and the baby. The two enter into a marriage of convenience that quickly becomes much more for Joe. If only he could get Ronnie to realize it too.
One Lucky Deal, the third book in the series is a friends-to-lovers story. Candace, the youngest Hilt sister and Tad Dundee have known each other since that summer they spent together at 16 at camp. Now as two grown adults with commitment issues and very competitive natures, their friends make a bet with them that they cannot refuse. It tips their entire world upside and creates a new level of intimacy between these two old friends and roommates.
As for The Falling Series, book one Chasing Dreams opens the series with Nathan Lawson and Selina Leclezio. Selina works for a tour boat at Niagara Falls. Nathan and his frat brothers are on spring break in Niagara when the two meet. It was only supposed to be a fling but when tragedy rips them apart much too quickly neither of them can shake each other. Very sexy and very emotional read. Due out in September.
The second book, Chasing Angeline follows Angeline, Selina’s sister and Dylan, Nathan’s frat brother, several years later. Angeline has a very dark past and has shut herself off from anything that isn’t safe and secure. Dylan is neither. He’s too sexy, too alpha, too all-male for Angeline. The worst part is this reformed bad-boy is very charming and when it comes to her – very sweet.
She’s not sure she can resist him for long but knows that her baggage is too much to unload on anyone and expect them to stay. He also might not be the only one Chasing Angeline.
Due out in October.
Playing with Fire is the never before released book in this series and it is hot. Ryleigh Lawson, Nathan’s sister is heading home after spending Christmas with him. Caught in a snow storm a dog darts out in front of her causing her to lose control on the slippery roads. She crashes her car and walks to the nearest structure – a bar. Jude Thomas had sent home his patrons hours ago knowing that the roads would become treacherous when the cutest most aggravating woman shows up ruining his peace and quiet. Their book is funny and smoking hot. I can’t wait until November when it will be available for you guys to read.
What are you working on at the moment?
So many things! I’ve got book four in The Falling, Ryleigh’s best friend Kat and Jude’s brother Joel’s book that I’m writing – They are probably the most fun characters I’ve ever had. I love Kat. I wish she were real so we could be real life besties. She’s a size 22 and she owns it. She’s loud. She’s so funny. Smart. Thoughtful. Is unapologetic for her love of slurpees and romance novels. Joel is all muscle to Kat’s curves. He is an up and coming boxer and was completely enamored with her right from the start. I’m in edits for Playing With Fire. I pitched a book at RAGT but my betas wanted to see something changed which changed half the book so I’m working on that so I can finally get it submitted. It’s working title is Harvest Moon and would be the first book in another series that I’m calling The Port Luna series for right now.
It’s a double romance. It’s a romance … Square?😉 For the first few chapters it’s very ambiguous who might end up with who and that part tested very well with my betas. It’s fun, it’s emotional, sexy, romantic, there’s intrigue and action. This one really has all.
Join me on Saturday when we read an excerpt from Kelli’s book, One Lucky Deal. ~Tina
Chris took Fiona by the waist and pulled her against him in an echo of their earlier embrace. “You want to know what it was? Why I dragged you back there?” She had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. Chris’s heart thudded because he knew what he was about to confess. “It was me wanting you so much that every day without you has been my own special kind of Hell. And it was all of my own making. I couldn’t touch you or taste you because I forced you out of my reach. All that time, it was me seeing you, but not being able to stare, taking in your scent without being able to really inhale, and hearing your voice and not being able to say what was on my mind or in my…”
No, he’d said enough.
“To say what was in your what?” Fiona clutched at his shoulders. Chris didn’t know if her heart was pounding too or if it was the reverberations from his own slamming against her.
“Never mind.” Chris skittered back from the edge.
“Damn it. Tell me!” It was the closest he’d ever heard Fiona come to a shout. Her dormant Irish temper was wide awake now. “Come on, Christopher King, I’m right here.” She grabbed his hand and set it over her heart. Christ. Her upper chest was so soft and warm, it wasn’t much of a struggle to keep his hand right where it was. “Here I am. Feel me…see me…tell me what you want to say. Tell me what’s on your mind and in your…?”
“Goddamn it, Fee!” He felt goaded into raising his voice as well. “My heart, okay? I wanted to tell you what was in my heart. I love you so fucking much I ache with it.”
There. All his cards were on the table now. The absence of sound was deafening. Had they both stopped breathing? Fee hadn’t said anything yet and the suspense was killing him. He’d never told a woman he loved her before and waiting for her to either laugh at him or love him too, sucked. Screw it. He dropped his hands and stepped around her. “I’ll show you to your room. It’s been a long day. You’re probably tired…”
“I’m not tired.” She kept pace behind him.
He kept going. “The bathroom is to the left down the hall. You might want to take a shower…”
“I don’t want to take a shower…not alone, anyway.”
* * * *
It took only long enough for Fiona to blink once before Chris had her back in his arms.
“Tell me that was an invitation.” The sensual gravel of his voice slid down her spine and spread out to all her pulse points. Still, the man was clueless.
“For a smart guy, you are the absolute worst at taking a hint. Should I sky-write it and really give the town something to talk about? I want you. I want you. I want you.”
Chris lowered his head until their lips were only a breath apart. “So, you’re saying you want me?”
Fiona closed her eyes and waited for him to close the distance. “Why else do you think I’m here?”
“So I can keep you safe?”
“That’s a bonus, tough guy.”
He stepped back and ran a shaky hand through his hair. “This is a bad idea. We need to cool down and figure out…”
“Where’s your room?”
“Down the hall, next to yours.”
“Fabulous.” Fee brushed past him and took off for the hallway.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m hoping in the right direction. It’s hard to tell in the dark.”
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Join me next Thursday as we meet another Author. ~Tina
Please welcome my fellow LSB author Susan Behon. Susan welcome to the Clog Blog, how long have you been writing?
I started writing bad poetry in high school and moved on to fan fiction when I was in my twenties. It took quite a few years to gather my courage and pursue writing seriously.
Q: How do you develop your plots and characters? Do you use any set formula?
The fact that I write a series has helped with plot and character development. I started out with one couple and the side characters from that story got their own romance. New characters were introduced and the series took on a life of its own from there. As odd as it sounds, characters and plots just come to me. Some characters are based on a mishmash of people I know and some are completely from my imagination.
Q: What were your feelings when your first novel, FALL FOR YOU was accepted and when you first saw the cover of the finished product?
I received the acceptance e-mail at three in the morning. I half-hyperventilated and half-cried out from excitement. My husband was asleep next to me and the walrus-like howl woke him up. Bless, his heart. He hugged me and told me that he knew I would make it. I was overjoyed and stunned to have a contract offer.
When I saw the first cover for FALL FOR YOU I felt like I’d finally made it. It sank in that I actually have a real book on my hands.
Q: How did you come up with the idea for the MADISON FALLS series?
I wrote the first book as a challenge to myself to see if I could actually do it. I thought it would be one and done. The first book opened the flood gates to more ideas and I ran with it. Funny bit of trivia—when I was brainstorming for an idea for the town, I was stuck. I listed name after name and then my daughter, Madison, tripped in front of me. That is how I dubbed my series, “Madison Falls.”
Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?
I’m presently having the most trouble with the manuscript for book six, ALL FIRED UP. I think it’s due to the fact that I’m thinking about it too hard. Each time I write a book, I want to improve and make it the best book yet. Sometimes, putting that kind of pressure on myself squelches the creative process.
Q: When you are writing, who is in control? You or your characters?
I would have to say that my characters have the lion’s share of control. I’ll write, intending to go in one direction and they’ll grab the reins and pull me somewhere completely different.
Q: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Start out by writing what you know. Write what you want to express and not what you think others want to read. You can do it and you are good enough. Writers are world builders. Don’t be afraid to make the world that’s waiting inside of you.
Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
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Join me on Saturday when we read an excerpt from Susan’s latest novel, ALL OR NOTHING. ~Tina