Wednesday, January 16, 2013

T n'T's Confidential: Marie Medina



Happy Thursday readers! Today I've got talented author Marie Medina stopping by with her latest release Your Money or Your life, a  hot escape into another time... but I'll let her explain. Welcome Marie!

Thank you for having me today! I am very happy to share a little excerpt from Your Money or Your Life, book 2 in my Tales of the Highwaymen series. This trilogy was not meant to be one at all, but I loved two of the secondary characters so much that I simply had to give them both their own story and happy ending. All Mine, book 3, will be out January 30, but for now enjoy this steamy excerpt from book 2.



When Jacob fell moving a portrait in the museum where he worked, he was worried about damaging it. He never imagined he would fall into it and wake up in another dimension. Though his day does start to improve when a sexy masked man rides to his rescue…

Gerard thought his friends Adam and Eloise would be the enchanted portrait’s only victims, but when he finds a gorgeous but bewildered young man wandering in the woods, he realizes how wrong he was. Now he has to enlist the help of a man he can’t stand to put a stop to the magic, even though he’d much rather be spending that time in the arms of the sexy man now sharing his home.


Teaser (R-rated):

Gerard couldn’t understand the world his new friends had come from. So many things sounded wonderful, but at times the cruelty of their world shocked him. “I’m sorry. You were afraid of being shunned or persecuted?”
Jacob nodded. “I never told anyone I was gay until I met a guy I wanted to date, usually. If I knew he was gay and knew he liked me, I’d let my guard down. I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t want to be judged. My town was very small, and no one who came out stayed long because the reaction in town was so bad. I moved when I went to college, and I was starting to feel confident about coming out.” He shrugged and looked around the room. “And now I’m here.”
“You’ve no need to fear anything here, I can assure you.” Gerard smiled. “And anyone who wanted to harm you in any way would have to get through me first.”
“So, you’re going to be my permanent champion? My dashing outlaw?”
Gerard guffawed. “Outlaw? I’m not quite that.”
“Aren’t you a highwayman? I asked about your mask, and Adam and Eloise said you were.”
“But not really an outlaw.” Gerard considered his statement. “All right, I do steal from people, but it’s not what you’re thinking.” He searched his brain for the name that Adam had mentioned several times. “I’m like Robin Hood.”
Jacob smiled. “Are you, now?”
Nodding, he said, “Yes. There’s a large gap between the very rich and the very poor here. There’s the king and the nobles, and then we have everyone else. There is very little social climbing, as Adam called it. I try to help where I can. We never take jewels or personal items, just money. And only from those who will not miss it. A few actually cooperate because they know the truth.”
“How many are in your gang?”
“Actually, without Adam, it’s just me for now. My men tend to retire when they get married. They need more stability in their lives and their incomes.” Holding up his hand, he gestured around. “The family that lived here abandoned it, claimed it was haunted. Hardly anyone will even come near it, so I live here comfortably enough. No one objects. I do odd jobs here and there, but most of the families I’ve helped see that I am well taken care of.” He grinned. “Got lots of other men’s wives cooking for me.”
“Sounds like an almost charmed existence, in its way.” Jacob laughed. “So, you’re looking for new recruits?”
“Are you volunteering?”
After a long pause, Jacob nodded. “Sure. What else am I going to do? It’ll at least be a way to repay you, earn my keep.”
Gerard raised one eyebrow. “All right, though I had several inventive ideas for how you could earn your keep.”
Jacob looked down for a moment, and then he slowly glanced back up. “Maybe you can enlighten me.”
Gerard tried his best to rein himself in and hoped Jacob would not notice his half-mast erection. “One night when you’re stronger.”
Jacob smiled as his eyes lowered again briefly. “But you have to keep me awake tonight, remember?”
The look in Jacob’s eyes had Gerard hard and ready in an instant. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I took advantage of my guest in such a way.”
Jacob moved closer, running his hand up Gerard’s thigh but stopping before actually touching his groin. “True, I’m probably not up to … certain activities … but it seems you’re ready for anything.”
“It’s been a while.”
“For me, too.” Jacob cupped him, but he wasn’t too aggressive. He ran the palm of his hand over Gerard’s shaft, locking eyes with him.
“We just met today. I don’t want you to regret this.” Gerard didn’t want to regret it either, didn’t want to care for a man and not be able to keep him again. But Jacob’s touch was like heaven.
Jacob examined Gerard’s leather pants, and then he began to unlace them. “These pants have been driving me mad ever since I first saw you. Even when I was confused as hell, they were distracting me.” He freed Gerard’s cock and stroked it. “I’m tired of hiding and being timid, denying my desires. I do not want a gentleman—I want the fantasy that rode up and saved me today.”
Gerard laughed low in his throat, arching up a bit as Jacob worked his cock. He wanted those lips wrapped around him, wanted to fuck that tempting mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a fantasy before.”
Jacob stroked harder, still looking into Gerard’s eyes. “Trust me. Compared to every other man I’ve been with, you’re exotic and exciting, a very wet dream come true.”
Gerard cupped Jacob’s face and ran his thumb over his lips. “Suck me off. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I pulled you up onto my horse.”
Jacob smiled and licked the head of Gerard’s cock. “I felt your cock against my ass. I think that’s what kept me from going crazy, grounded me to reality.”
Gerard started to reply, but then he groaned as Jacob’s mouth engulfed him. Their banter had him aching, and Jacob’s mouth was hot and sweet. Gerard couldn’t believe this amazing man had called himself timid. He knew how to suck cock, bringing Gerard right to the edge but then easing off in a sweetly tortuous way.
Jacob’s tongue teased up and down the vein on the underside of Gerard’s cock. He ran his fingers through Jacob’s chestnut brown hair, loving the way the man moaned as he sucked. Jacob seemed to be enjoying himself very much. After Alexander’s betrayal, Gerard had believed he would never be able to inspire this kind of desire, but Jacob was proving him wrong.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Wednesday Briefs: Your Hump Day Dose of Flash Fiction



Hello readers! With December Tingles all done last week, I didn’t know what to write until I jokingly told my sister “Wouldn’t it be nice to get an email saying you’d won the lottery?” Well, the email idea brought another one and I’ve started out this piece, which, honestly, I don’t know where it is heading (thus the horrible title) but it looks like it's on the road toward the paranormal. Oh, by the way, I used picture prompts and included 2 of them into the story.

 Enjoy, and as always don’t forget to stop by the other Briefers blogs to read more awesome tales.(links below!)


Clare

It all started with that email, an email with a few words and a black and white picture of her street.



Subject: Clare

There are things you should know
The distance between us seems to grow
But you're holding on strong
Oh how hard it's to let go, oh so hard to let go


 She should have spooked. She should have gone to the police, the FBI or someone. She should have just erased it. She shouldn’t have even opened an email like that.

She didn’t. Perhaps she’d been lonely for too long, or perhaps she’d finally gone mad like everyone said she eventually would, but Clare replied to the email.


Subject: RE: Clare

I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart

Thus, it began.

Every night she’d log on to her laptop to see an email from him. The subject never changed. The sender never altered. For weeks, she received an email with an image and a few words. The pictures were all related to her in some way: the street, her work place, the park she had to walk through every day, the subway station, her favorite coffee shop, the clothes store she liked to browse…The words belonged to lyrics of her favorite songs.  Music that touched her soul and meant something to her, words that she knew by heart and loved.

She took it as a game. One of those addictive puzzles people got obsessed with, like Sudoku’s or Angry Birds. It was their little thing. He introduced the song and she’d complete it. She didn’t realize it at first, but as the days sped by she discovered herself looking for him in shadows, wondering, where he was and how he could snap those pictures. He had to know her habits, had to know her routine. It should have scared the living daylights out of her. Instead, she found it charming, fun. She had her own personal stalker. Any person with a right mind would have already gone to the police. She waited for his next message. It arrived as it always did, around midnight. The witching hour, her mom would probably say with disapproval. 
Excitement coursed through her as she clicked open the message. She stared.


Subject: Clare



I'm waiting for you to open your arms.






She knew that rusty iron door. Knew the jungle of leaves behind which it hid, knew the cracks in that grey brick wall. She shivered as unpleasant memories filled her mind. Her gaze dropped to the words: I'm waiting for you to open your arms. They belonged to a song titled “It’s all Tears”. An omen?

Clare hesitated, for the first time. Her fingers poised over the keyboard as she contemplated on replying or not.Her heart skipped to her throat and she jumped slightly in her seat as the chime of her inbox startled her. 

Automatically, her hand grasped her mouse and she scrolled over to see what had arrived.


Subject: Open your arms and let me show you what love can be like

Taking a deep breath, she clicked it open.

Love doesn’t come without pain but I promise not to shred your heart.

Mikelo

She gaped at her screen. Her pulse was erratic and nerves fluttered in her stomach and over her chest. Those were not the words to any song. She swallowed. Her gaze froze over the name below the promise: Mikelo. The rules of the game had changed. 

To be continued...

As a side note, the lyrics above do belong to real songs. They’re from my favorite band ever, Finnish Love Metal band, HIM. The first one is titled “Your Sweet Six, Six, Six” and you can listen to it here. The second one is “It’s all Tears” and you can have a go at it here. 

Wednesday Briefers



Nephylim     m/m
MA Church    m/m
Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f
Lily Sawyer     m/m 
Chris T. Kat   m/m
Cia Nordwell     m/m
MC Houle      m/m



Saturday, January 12, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday: The Golden Cock



Welcome to another Six Sunday! Thank your for visiting! I hope everyone is having a most wonderful weekend :-) 
After much thought, I finally decided to share another Six Sentences from my  recently contracted novel by Evernight Publishing, The Golden Cock.

Blurb**: 

Kind-hearted Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day, after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a life-changing gift.  
“Ice Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears, she decides that he just might be what she needs.  
Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way? 

**Un-edited Blurb**



 In the following snippet, Brielle hears rumors about magical cock for the first time...


“Ah, you have no idea! He is a gold mine.” The Countess smiled smugly. “Once you try it you will never feel the same.”

“Where did you hear about him?” 
“Here and there, they say that one of the girls from Grey’s club tried him for a night and couldn’t walk for a week.”

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Thank you for visiting!
XOXO, Elyzabeth