Thursday, February 20, 2014

A Cupid's Wager - All Romance Ebooks

A Cupid's Wager - All Romance Ebooks



BLURB:
The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the
Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern name, Ethan, doesn't make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division. Now, to save my butt I'll have to strike a bargain with this tough god. But what I didn't see coming was my little wager not only risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan's hands.



A part of the "A Valentine Rainbow" set of 14 holiday stories.


EXCERPT:

“SHIT!”


I was so gonna get my ass chewed for this.

And not in the good way.

I snapped my fingers, and my quiver of arrows disappeared into the cosmic nothingness where magical things went when demigods snapped their fingers. No clue where that nothingness was, and in my hundreds of years of existence, I’d never bothered to find out.

However, right then, such mysteries were the furthest thing from my mind because I had just nailed another cupid’s mark. Now the glittering trail of purple dust from my lust arrow was like the laser sight of a sharpshooter’s rifle, pinpointing my exact location.

I was so fucked.

Again, not in the good way.

The explosion of both purple and red dust in the street below meant the aftershock of my lust arrow striking the human first had deflected a love arrow. I was pretty sure the owner of said arrow would be coming to bitch me out any second. Cupids could be such whiny little cunts when they wanted to be.

Believe me, I would know.

I’m a cupid.


Monday, February 17, 2014

Choosing a Title


Please welcome, Anne Barwell to the blog today! It's been crazy trying to come together Anne, but I am so happy to have you here!

Thank you, Deanna, for hosting me today.

After having had several comments, and a fair bit of teasing, over my choice of title for my latest release, Shades of Sepia, it seemed apt to write a blog post about the process of choosing story titles.

As part of my writing process, one of the first things I do when I get an idea for a story is to choose a title. Often, because I work full time and only manage to write 1-2 novels a year because of it, those titles and ideas sit for several years before I begin to write them in novel form.  Choosing the title comes along with the outlining and character development, but the story only really becomes ‘real’ once I have that title.  Once that happens I know it’s a story I will write, even if it has to wait until I have the time to work on it properly.  I also tend to write in series, and usually I’ll have not just a title for the first book but others in the series as well.  I have titles for all the books in my current series in progress, at least the ones that have a finite number of books.

I’d been toying for years with the idea of a vampire who falls for a photographer, and written a few short ficlets, but that was it. I knew I wanted to write a full length novel – or more – with these characters but I’d pushed it to the back burner and focused on my current series in progress. I did, however, have the title Shades of Sepia for it. I’d come up with a few other ideas but it’s like when I shop for something. I know it’s the right one once I find it. Some titles just turn up with stories, others I have to ‘hunt for’.  It’s like character names in that regard.

Elizabeth Noble and I were chatting one day and she mentioned she had a vampire character she wanted to do something with as well and so our urban fantasy series The Sleepless City was born.

As well as the title, I already had the basic idea for the plot, my characters Simon and Ben, and the rest fell into place with her characters, our setting and a couple of ‘joint’ characters who quickly became a part of our shared universe. I’d already had in mind the character of Declan, although he’d been a werewolf instead of a vampire so with a few tweaks it all worked out very well.

Why the title Shades of Sepia? Ben’s a photographer and Simon’s a vampire, so ironically the one person Ben really wants to photograph he can’t.  The only photographs of Simon were taken in 1916 before he was turned, and back then many of the photographs were in a sepia tone.  The shades part of the title is a reference to Simon’s vampiric nature, and his struggle with the darkness within.  The difference between good and evil often isn’t that clear cut, but merely a reflection of the different shades of each.
 
Shades of Sepia is book 1 of The Sleepless City, an urban fantasy series co-written with Elizabeth Noble.

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Blurb:
A serial killer stalks the streets of Flint, Ohio. The victims are always found in pairs, one human and one vampire.
Simon Hawthorne has been a vampire for nearly a hundred years, and he has never seen anything like it. Neither have the other supernaturals he works with to keep the streets safe for both their kind and the humans.
One meeting with Simon finds Ben Leyton falling for a man he knows is keeping secrets, but he can't ignore the growing attraction between them. A recent arrival in Flint, Ben finds it very different from his native New Zealand, but something about Simon makes Ben feel as though he's found a new home.
After a close friend falls victim to the killer, Simon is torn between revealing his true nature to Ben, and walking away to avoid the reaction he fears. But with the body count rising and the murders becoming more frequent, either, or both of them, could be the killer's next target.
Excerpt:
“Cool. I knew you guys were like the Justice League or something.”

Lucas laughed. “I was going more for the Legion of Super Heroes, actually.”

“Yeah, but the League has Batman in it,” Blair began, “and the Legion is—” Luckily, whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the sound of a telephone ringing. Once he and Lucas started on one of their comics conversations, they’d go for what seemed forever.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Forge asked Simon.

“What?” Simon glanced around for the source of the ringing. He didn’t get telephone calls and had presumed the noise was coming from wherever Blair was.

“You’re the only one around here who insists on that horrible ringtone,” Forge pointed out, “so it’s obviously your phone.” He’d complained about it ever since Simon had explained—quite logically he’d thought—that if he was to carry a telephone, it made sense for it to at least sound like one.

“Try your pockets?” said Lucas helpfully.

“Oh, right.” Simon fished his telephone out of his pocket. Its screen was flashing with the name of the caller. Simon stared at it.

“You’re supposed to answer it, not stare at it,” Forge said. “Or have you forgotten how to again?”

“I know how to answer it.” Simon poked at the appropriate button, then held the telephone up to his ear. “Simon speaking. How can I help you?”

Forge snickered. Simon glared at him, thought for a moment about retreating to somewhere more private, then realized it would be a waste of time. Damn vampire hearing. Not that werewolves and ghosts were much better.

“Hey, Simon. It’s Ben.”

Perhaps he was calling to say he’d thought twice about meeting for coffee. But why would he take the time to do that? Surely if that were the case, he’d just not contact Simon again at all?

“Hello, Ben.” Simon took a couple of steps toward the door, half turning his back on the other occupants of the room.

“I rang to apologize,” Ben said, his words tumbling out over each other.

“Apologize?” Simon frowned. “Why?” If anyone should be apologizing for the way in which their conversation had ended, it should be him.

“I obviously upset you, and I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t,” Simon reassured him. “I overreacted. I do that sometimes.” He reached for his glass of milk and took a long drink. Feeling a little calmer, he collected his thoughts before breaking the silence. “Would you still like to meet for coffee?”

Lucas and Forge high fiving was something best ignored, as was the smug expression on both their faces.

“Yeah, sure, that would be great,” Ben answered very quickly. “When and where? I’m working a long shift tomorrow so that won’t work, but I don’t start until eleven on Thursday.”

After mentally consulting his calendar, Simon nodded. “That would be fine. I don’t have lectures on Thursday mornings. Do you know Hunter’s on West Thirteenth Street? We could meet there at nine.”

“I haven’t been there, but I’ll find it,” Ben said. “See you at nine then on Thursday?”

“Yes. Good-bye, Ben.”

“Bye, Ben,” called out Lucas.

“Bye….” Ben trailed off. “Hey, who is that?” His voice took on a rather suspicious tone. “Simon, is there someone listening in on us?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Simon said. “I share my… building… with some friends who don’t understand the concept of privacy. That was Lucas. I’ll explain on Thursday.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Good-bye,” Simon said again, this time to a darkened telephone. He shoved it back in his pocket.

“He sounds cute,” said Lucas. “I like the accent.” He grinned. “Can I come too? I want to hear how you explain me.”



Bio:
Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand.  She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing "discussion," and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.

In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.

She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as "too many." These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of "spare time" is really just a myth.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Naughty Teaser

My latest book  A CUPID'S WAGER was released today from Dreamspinner Press as one of the 14 stories in the VALENTINE RAINBOW anthology.

Since I have a content advisory on my blog, I thought I'd share a little teaser!

Enjoy!


BLURB:
The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern name, Ethan, doesn't make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division. Now, to save my butt I'll have to strike a bargain with this tough god. But what I didn't see coming was my little wager not only risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan's hands.


TEASER:

I gasped. “Your dick is pierced!”

He looked down in feigned shock. “What? How did that happen?”

So Ethan had a sense of humor after all. “Wise-ass.”

Four gold bars with balls on both ends tunneled right through the underside of his foreskin—a Jacob’s Ladder. After he rolled his foreskin back, the piercings rested just below the head, the most sensitive part of my own dick. I winced, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. Maybe he liked pain. Maybe the piercings had religious significance. More than likely they were strategic for extra stimulation, but you sure wouldn’t catch anybody with a needle near my dick!

“You like?” Ethan touched himself, caressing the gold jewelry and squirming a bit as he twisted one between his thumb and forefinger in erotic invitation.

“You better not lose one of those things up my ass,” I told him seriously.

Ethan threw back his head and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that left me grinning from ear to ear and wondering what I had to do in order to make him create that wonderful sound again and again.

“Trust me, baby, you’ll like ’em,” he promised, stroking his dick with both hands. “Though it does not matter if you do not, because I am fucking you anyway.”

Thursday, January 23, 2014

A Cupid's Wager

My latest book A CUPID'S WAGER is a part of Dreamspinner Press's "A VALENTINE RAINBOW" anthology on February 13th.

On February first you can pick up the entire anthology HERE

Please enjoy this excerpt!

BLURB:
The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern name, Ethan, doesn't make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division. Now, to save my butt I'll have to strike a bargain with this tough god. But what I didn't see coming was my little wager not only risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan's hands.

EXCERPT:
“Buy you interrupted my mark, and now true love could be lost for that poor unsuspecting couple. You know how much work goes into a true love mark. What if we missed the only window for them?”
Grateful to get back on topic, I raised my hands in appeasement. “Calm down. I didn’t shoot him with a love
arrow. You already know I don’t have any. It was just a lust arrow.”
“A gay lust arrow.”
“If he’s straight, then my arrow won’t have any effect on him, now, will it?”
As one, we turned and looked toward the street. I didn’t have a clue where the girl had gone, but the two men were having a smoke, whispering far more intimately than average blokes on a cig break.
“Interesting.” I rose up on the balls of my feet, barely able to contain the gloat.
He narrowed his gaze suspiciously. “You knew that arrow would affect my target. How?”
Perceptive bastard.
Those hypnotic gray eyes lit up with understanding.“You have one, don’t you?”
Squirming, I said nothing. No need to bury myself any deeper.
Without warning, Ethan spun me around and bent me over the ledge, booting my feet apart. A shot of heat went up my back then straight to my groin when he started frisking me. Though he had more power than me in spades, my magic didn’t surge with the instinct to protect me. Instead, an aura of tenderness and desire inundated me, warming me physically.
“If you wanted to sample the goods, all you had to do was ask,” I said slyly, waving my ass in offering.
He growled and the patting got a little more aggressive.
Ethan hailed from a warrior culture—a violent, blood-drinking, human-sacrificing culture—and the rumors about him left one imagining if you pissed him off, he might kill you slowly just for fun. But I knew, deep in my guts, there was not an ounce of cruelty in this god. Though, for a second, I did think he might paddle my ass.
No such luck, however.
I shifted so my nuts brushed those large, questing hands as they quickly slid up my inner thigh. Unfortunately,
they didn’t linger. He ran the flats of his palms smoothly up my legs to my hips, the tips of his fingers brushing over a ticklish spot and making me wriggle. Then they slid forward and into the front pockets of my jeans.
“A little lower and to the left, please.” If he cared to notice, I already sported a decent semi.
Jeesh, get a grip, Lio! You’re about to be busted, and all you can think about is sex!
With a grunt, Ethan pushed me roughly away when he found what I had in my pocket.
Regaining my footing, I turned to meet his eyes with a cocky grin. I would be damned if I cowered.
“A gaydar?” he said in shock, holding up a small black object. To the casual observer, it looked like a touch-screen cell phone. But to a trained cupid, the device was easily recognizable.
And highly illegal.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Sorting Out by Silvia Violet



 
In Sorting Out, Jack, Gray, and Mason have a lot to work through. They have to figure out how to make a three-way relationship work long term, and Jack has to come to grips with the difficulties of being an openly gay cop and with losing Gray as a work partner so he can be open about having him as a life partner. There’s a lot of tension between the three men, and Jack is wounded both physically and emotionally, but in the midst of all that, there’s still plenty of heat. No matter how difficult the rest of their lives gets, the physical part of their relationship sustains them. So today I want to share a never-before-seen scorching hot excerpt…..

“I know what you can handle. I will not take you too far,” Gray assured him.
Jack bit his lip and nodded. “You never have.”

“And I won’t now. I’ll expect you to use your safeword if anything I do hurts your chest. We’ll either work around it or we’ll stop.”

A shiver ran through Jack. Gray never disappointed him, but he was afraid, more so than he’d been since he’d first agreed to let Gray help him find out what surrendering could really mean.

Mason moved to stand next to Gray. “Can I help him loosen up?”

Gray nodded. “As long as you don’t let him come.”

“Yes, sir,” Mason said. His face was flushed, his eyes dark. He’d obviously been anticipating this moment for a while.

As Mason reached out and skimmed a hand over Jack’s torso, he remembered a time months ago, when Mason had been as unsure as Jack felt now. That night, Jack had been the one to help him forget about being nervous. The three of them had come so far since then, but Jack worried he was taking them backward.

“Stop thinking,” Mason said. “That’s what this night is about—you turning off and letting us give you pleasure. Yes, you have decisions to make, but you’ve got to let go for a while before the stress eats you up.”

“You have decisions to make too, and Gray—”

Mason laid his fingers against Jack’s lips. “Not now.” Mason leaned forward and kissed him just as Jack was about to protest again.

The kiss was soft, gentle. Jack opened to Mason and the tension in his chest eased. He reached up to cup Mason’s face, glad the movement was no longer painful. Mason deepened the kiss and Jack yanked Mason against him so their cocks could rub against each other. “Want you. So much,” he said against Mason’s lips.

Gray cleared his throat. “Do not forget yourselves.”

Mason swiped his tongue across Jack’s lips, and they both looked at Gray. Mason was panting as hard as Jack even though simply standing upright didn’t require special effort for him.

Jack knew Gray had spoken, but his lover’s words hadn’t registered. His brain was foggy with Mason’s rich scent and the desperate need to get more friction on his dick.

“Yes, sir,” Mason responded, his voice hoarse.

Jack simply stared and kept humping Mason.

“Jack?” Gray prompted.

“Umm…”

“If you come without permission I will find a way to punish you even with your current limitations.”

Don’t come. Punish. “Yes, sir.”

He wanted to come though. Right that second. He wanted to push Mason to his knees and drive his cock down Mason’s throat.

“At least he’s forgotten to be worried,” Mason said between nibbles on Jack’s neck.


Sorting Out can be found at All Romance ebooks, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. Read another excerpt at Silvia’s website or find out more from her on Facebook or Twitter.