Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Tuesday Teasing!


Secret...I love a man who can dance. That's more than likely the reason I love Warren from my Rough in the Saddle series the most. The boy has got moves! I think maybe Warren would be a good candidate for the Chippendale's. Enjoy a video of them dancing to Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. Afterwards, enjoy a an excerpt from Warren's Story!




Excerpt: The crowd cheered when Warren stepped forward, took off his hat, and waved before putting it back on his head. He had danced here many times over the years, so most knew him well. He’d also earned quite a bit of money doing so. When Prince belted through the speakers with his loud, strangled yell, Warren immediately fell into the rhythm of the bass pumping in the background. He moved gracefully on his feet, sliding across the stage, his body moving to the music, stopping abruptly, thrusting his hips, fists pounding in a mock fuck scene. Shouts echoed as he moved, boots clunking out a hip hop beat, fluidly moving with the music seducing him. He stopped, glided to the edge of the runway and rolled his body from head to toe with the beat. He held up two fingers on his left hand and three on the other when Prince belted out there were twenty three positions in a one night stand. His hands smoothed down his chest as he swayed to the sensual rhythm. When he reached his bulge he grasped it tight in his large hand and rolled his hips.
John had him hard, but dancing for a room full of people, many of whom he knew he was making hard in return, stoked the fire in his gut and his cock ached to be buried deep in a tight hole. Dancing was a turn-on for him. The loud bass thumping touched his soul, rippling through him, causing him to move and find rhythm. Dancing was a lot like sex. Depending on the mood or music, either could be fast or slow. He moved his shoulders back and forth, wiggling his hips, and unbuttoning his shirt. Bouncing with his feet crisscrossing, he stopped, added in a little country with heels clunking, and then zig-zagged heel to toe, back and forth as he slid over the runway.
Whoops sounded out and loud whistles erupted in response to his fast footwork. Warren grinned, continuing to move, loving the appreciative sounds of the audience. He shrugged out of his shirt, tossed it to the side, and sprinted forward, falling to his knees in a slide to the end of the runway. Pumping his hips to the beat he mouthed “Gett Off” in time with Prince’s lyrics and pounded his fists on his hips.
Warren spun around on one knee, leaned back, pumping with the rhythm slowly working his back closer and closer to the floor. Hands groped the inside of his thighs, the audience showing their appreciation and their desire with playful touching. He rose up, covered his groin, and waggled his finger at the men. As he spun back around, he hopped to his feet and immediately fell forward, catching himself. Slow push-ups showcased the muscles in his back and arms. With his hips pumping, he flexed his ass, humping the air to loud groans all around.
Warren crawled on his hands and knees like a big cat on the prowl to the edge of the stage. A delicious cowboy beckoned him to come closer, waving a large bill in the air, and catching Warren’s attention. The man tucked the money in the fly of his jeans and swayed to the music, inviting Warren to retrieve it. Warren sat back on his knees and teased the hot cowboy with a seductive gaze, hands touching himself, fanning his nipples, falling down to cup his groin. The man wetted his lips and grinned, eating him up with his fierce gaze. Warren had found his Mr. Right Now and offered his boot-clad feet to him. The man pulled both boots off with his intense stare never moving from Warren’s eyes. The act was so hot Warren nearly forgot what he was doing.
As Warren regained his focus and cleared the sexually-induced fog from his mind, the showman inside came alive again. He leaned forward and dipped his head low, taking the bill from the man’s fly with his teeth, rising with gyrating hips and his body in perfect cadence with the music. Cheers deafened him. He winked at Mr. Right Now and hopped to his feet and spun with his hands on his buckle. The eager crowd began to demand he take off his jeans. Warren felt his body heat up as he tugged his belt off, wrapped it under his ass and bent over while raking the leather back and forth, teasing them. He caught John grinning at him from the edge and he beamed inside.
Warren dropped his belt and rolled his hips as he began to unbutton his jeans. Mr. Right Now watched with fascination and waited while chewing his lip. Warren offered a heated gaze and pushed his jeans to his ankles. Underneath, he was wearing a tiny pair of briefs. On the back in bold red letters was written “Spank Me.” Loud, obnoxious wails and shouts filled the bar. Warren stood up and swiveled his hips as he moved in time with the bass, giving all a peek at his briefs.
The music was ending and Warren was damn grateful, because the ache in his cock was so intense that he had a hard time concentrating. He hooked his thumbs in the briefs and wiggled them down, swaying his ass to whistles erupting all around. As he stood back up, he rolled his hips, his erection jutting straight up, and allowed the sensual feeling to wash through him as the eyes watching took him in. He stilled and reached for his hat, took it off and swung it over his head in a circular motion, coaxing the audience give up loud appreciation.


Monday, March 16, 2015

It Never Left - Iyana Jenna


IT NEVER LEFT
by Iyana Jenna
Published by JMS Books
Genre: Gay Science Fiction Erotic Romance
Length: 10,552 Words
Heat Rating: 3
Release Date: March 15, 2015
Blurb:
After his boyfriend Jonah Wright defeats the alien queen attacking their hometown, Sean Cross thinks everything is solved and things will go back to normal. But normal no longer exists. Jonah and his other friends look and act too good to be true.

Sean's suspicions grow after his search for a boy who stayed in Jonah's house, Ryan Godfrey, turns up nothing. It’s as if Ryan no longer exists. Can Sean save his boyfriend, or will he lose Jonah forever? And perhaps the most important question is -- did the alien queen really die?

Excerpt:
Outside it was dark already but Jonah could still spot a car in the shadow of a tree not far from his house. He closed the door quietly, not wanting to disturb his parents. Luckily they were in the house somewhere -- in the bedroom? -- so he didn’t have to explain himself.

Jonah crept toward the car. After some time he realized it was Sean's car. What is it now?

He could make out Sean's shape sitting behind the wheel. The boy literally jumped when Jonah rapped on the window with his knuckles.

"Jonah!" Sean rolled down the car window.

"What're you doing here?" Jonah hissed, heedless of Sean's reaction.

"Jonah, get in the car." The heedlessness was infectious.

"What? No."

"Wilder, don't make me force you."

"What do you want, Sean?" Jonah felt sweat break out on his brow and his hands felt cold. His heart beat so fast he thought he could pass out at any time. He didn’t remember Sean ever being so harsh to him, but he knew the boy was not a bad person. Jonah could easily trust him just as he trusted every single friend at school. What was this all about?

But first of all he needed to save himself from Sean, who in the meantime had got out of the car.

"S-Sean ..." Jonah whimpered. Before he knew it, a hand lashed out and his wrist was trapped in an unyielding clutch. "Let ... go! Let me go!" But it was hopeless trying to shake Sean’s hand off his. He couldn’t release himself. Sean wouldn’t let him go.

A shriek tore out of Jonah's mouth when Sean suddenly whirled him around and squashed his hand to the small of his back. Another hand clamped over Jonah's mouth.

"I just want you to get in the car, Jonah," Sean whispered in Jonah's ear. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Now come."

Sean mustn’t realize that he’d hurt Jonah and frightened him. Shaking violently, Jonah could only submit as he was dragged toward the car. He muttered under Sean’s hand.

"Huh?" Sean said in a low voice, and lowered his hand from Jonah's mouth.

Jonah huffed and turned slightly. "You don't have to do that. I won't make a sound."

Sean released Jonah's wrist as well. He gave a small nudge to Jonah's shoulder. "Sorry, Jonah," he muttered.

Jonah flashed a small smile to say that it was okay, and shifted around to get in the car. Frowning a little, Sean stepped into the car.

"Trust me, Jonah," he said slowly. "I won't hurt you. I just ... "

Jonah stiffened and his eyes bulged as Sean unhurriedly brought his hand toward him.

"Do you want to kill me, Sean?" Jonah quivered, thinking that there was a knife in Sean's hand.

Sean's jaw dropped. "What? No." He showed a spray bottle to Jonah. "Don't you remember? It's pepper spray. Give me your hand."

Jonah complied uneasily. "What are you doing?"

“Jonah, don’t you remember?”

Jonah just stared. He really didn’t get it.

"I’ll just spray a little of it onto your skin, Jonah."

“And?”

“You’ll burn if you’re, well, if you’re ...”

“Burn? If I’m what?” He couldn’t understand Sean. At first he thought no harm would come from the guy, but now he might burn him? What did he actually want from Jonah?

"Sean, I think ... I think you have to go ... mmp!"

All of a sudden Sean clamped a hand over Jonah's mouth, effectively cutting off his words and partly obstructing his breathing. Jonah panicked and began to twist about. But Sean, who was much stronger than him, squashed him to the car seat, and even Jonah's flailing free hands could do little to help him.

Sean seemed to wait for some moments until all Jonah could do was to breathe through his nose. Then he felt something spurted on his skin, and nothing happened. He didn’t know what he’d do or say to Sean, not even to yell at him for having risked burning Jonah’s skin.

Jonah threw a hand over his brow. His head throbbed all of a sudden. "What did you do to me, Sean?" he mumbled. "My head hurts. I ... I can barely see." Jonah scuffled toward the door on the other side, crawling farther away from Sean. "I ... I'm going to be sick."

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Author Bio:
Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Tuesday Teasing!



The other day I received a tweet about a scene in Trevor's Story, and it not only made me smile, but it made my day. I thought I'd tease you with it.


“Jensen is in love with you, dick, and you pushed him away. We had something going and it was fun until you came back into the picture.”
Marcus laughed at that. “Oh, you mean when you practically begged me to take you? Is that what you’re so upset about?” He stopped to laugh again. “I get it. You’re upset with yourself, believing you cheated on Jensen, and now you want to blame me because you enjoyed it.”
“I should have known better,” Trevor said, and tried to shove Marcus away from him. “It’s all a big game to you.”
“I disagree,” Marcus whispered, and pressed his lips to Trevor’s, easily overpowering him. “Admit it, you want me as much as I want you right now,” he said between kisses. “My dick is hard and ready. No doubt yours is, too.”
Rain started to fall and the wind kicked up, blowing dirt around them. The sky rumbled again and everything became darker as the rain came down harder. Trevor tried to turn his head and ensure Marcus couldn’t kiss him again. The stupid prick knew what he was doing and damn well was turning him on.
Fuck!
How did this happen? How had he come to the ranch a little over a month previous and wound up in a screwed-up fuck triangle? Was Marcus lying about Jensen? Had the two really shared a bed the night before? It was happening, Trevor’s biggest fear since this mess started.
“You had to take off your shirt. Mmm, you know how to get to me.” Marcus released Trevor’s wrists and dragged his large calloused hands down Trevor’s chest.
Water streamed over Trevor’s face. The temperature had dropped considerably and the rain was a welcome distraction. He wanted to refuse Marcus, but he wanted him, needing him for some unknown reason. His nipples perked up and he hissed when Marcus tweaked them with his fingers. A bright flash rippled across the sky and a deep boom echoed.
Kissing Trevor again, Marcus smiled against Trevor’s lips. “Don’t deny me. I need to be inside you.”
Oh, hell.
How could he deny Marcus now when his words did nothing more than send a zing of pleasure pulsing to the head of his cock? He wanted to believe that deep down Marcus was a good guy, but wasn’t so sure. What Trevor was certain of was the desire to be with him again, at least once more. With Jensen and Marcus reconciling, or at least that’s what Trevor believed, he’d be odd man out.
“Oh, yeah,” Marcus said with a groan, and squeezed Trevor through his jeans. “Houston, we have a problem.”
Trevor blinked the rain from his eyes, captivated by Marcus, his overconfident grin, and the way he made him feel so alive and ready for anything he wanted to give. Marcus held Trevor’s face in his hands and softly kissed him, lingering inside his mouth, gently sweeping, prompting Trevor to give back.
Marcus broke away and pressed his forehead to Trevor’s. His eyes were bright and sincere. “I’m not playing games with you, Trevor, but don’t for one minute believe I don’t care about anyone.”
And that was all it took to push Trevor over the edge. He grabbed Marcus’s belt and tugged it free. They were soaked and the rain kept coming. Trembling from his anticipation and his fear, Trevor opened the fly of Marcus’s jeans and began to try and wrench the wet denim down his thighs.
“Let me make you feel good first,” Marcus said, and began to unbutton Trevor’s jeans.
“Okay.” Trevor all but melted and leaned back against the truck, welcoming Marcus to do whatever he wanted to. He sort of expected a replay of a few days previous where Marcus took him hard and rough. This was a side of the man Trevor hadn’t seen since he arrived. Marcus was rougher than hell around the edges. His demeanor was crude and lacking in sincerity most all of the time, making the moment almost dreamlike.
When Marcus knelt in front of him and softly stroked his cock, Trevor inhaled a shaky breath. Big, bad Marcus did have a gentle side. The rain ran down his chest, cooling his hot skin, then heaven. His head bumped the window when his head fell back. He gripped the door handle of the truck, unsure what to do with his hands.
“Yesss.” Trevor writhed and inhaled deep breaths, knowing if he dared look down at Marcus he’d blow in a second. The guy took him all in, sucking and tonguing in all the right spots. Trevor wasn’t small by any means, but couldn’t hold a candle in the size department against Marcus. How Marcus managed to handle all of him was mind blowing, too hot for words to describe. He allowed the rain to pelt against his face with his chin tilted up, and enjoyed the relief from the hell-like conditions they’d endured.
Inch by inch, Marcus sank his mouth around Trevor, and eased back, swirling his tongue against the underside. Over and over the sensation continued, sending Trevor’s mind into a state of sheer bliss. He moaned out loud, unable to contain it any longer. His legs shook and his arms trembled from the abuse he’d subjected them to in his attempt to punish himself. Like Jell-O, he felt his muscles contract and release, and it wouldn’t be long until he’d be reduced to a gelatinous heap on the ground.
“Would you like to come now or later?” Marcus asked and tongued the slit at the head of Trevor’s dick.
Trevor glanced down, wanting to scream out, now!
Marcus sucked the tip and smiled, standing up while rummaging through his pocket. “Later it is.”
Helpless under his gaze, Trevor watched, captivated by a tough cowboy rolling a condom on. Marcus took his time, glancing up at Trevor through the rain, a knowing expression with a grin to match. Angel or demon? Trevor guessed Marcus was a little of both.


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