Wednesday, June 19, 2013

CBLS Blogtour - Welcome Michel Prince

Welcome Michel Prince for her CBLS blogtour


The Frozen (The Frozen Series)
by Michel Prince
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Release Date: July 17, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 376 pages

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Description:
You close your eyes and finally make the decision to end your life only to have him show up. Gabriel, here to give you a second chance for salvation. They say he’s an angel, but then again, they don’t have to serve under him. He offers you a chance to be a member of the Frozen, a group of demon hunters. Serve your sentence and you can ascend to heaven. Refuse, well the punishment has been clearly laid out in the scriptures. It’s a last chance. But when your body is frozen in time can your heart still beat?

Nye, a former slave who lost his love and was tired of being under the control of another ended his life in 1859. His stubborn ways kept him under Gabriel’s thumb and from ascending to Heaven. Feeling that a woman was the cause of his downfall he hasn’t had an urge for a woman for over a hundred and fifty years. Knowing that he has less than seven years left until he earns salvation he is staying on the straight and narrow – until a woman gets caught in the crossfire during a demon hunt.

Receiving devastating news, Kiriana moves across the country only to get caught up in the world of our protectors The Frozen. With each passing moment Nye and Kiriana are pulled into an attraction that could be their ultimate demise or their greatest salvation…

All the while Damarion, is leading a group of female demons as they try to protect the demons sent from Hell to obtain the souls of humans around the world. Being assigned to Earth as a punishment for crimes against the royal family, Damarion learns that there are dangers within his coven trying to take him down and stop him from returning to his love still trapped in Hell and threaten the love that he was so sure was true.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including f/m/f menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt #1:
I walked back to the main house in time to see Kanga finally appear in the yard.

“What took you so long?”

“My apologies, Yahweh.”

I bit into the deep-fried chicken leg and swallowed the greasy mess.  Salt flowed through my veins once more.  I whipped the bone at Kanga’s head.

“Tell me why the Dark One is still alive.”

“I…I…I…”

“Get inside.”

I grabbed her arm and shoved her into the house.

Everyone gathered in the kitchen eating a sweet treat.  Kanga’s body flew across the room, her hips hitting the island in the middle of the kitchen.  She collapsed on the floor with a sharp howl. 

“Don’t you dare cry in pain, bitch,” I warned.   The third piece of chicken finally consumed, I threw the empty bucket at Kanga.  “Who here knows how to shop?  Who?  The bantlings are on the verge of emaciation and the only thing in this house seems to be cookies and cakes.  What are you, a bunch of children?” 

My fist hit the pan of cakelike substance and it flew, hitting the horrid tinted chandelier, which was supposed to signify a dining area.  Bits of cake splattered along the wall, while the house seemed to stiffen from my outburst.

Nemesio and Zuma were the only ones not in fear of me. 

“Whores, are you enjoying this?”

“No, Yahweh,” Nemesio answered.

“I’m sure they are grieved at your disappointment in them,” Pivane deigned to step towards me. 

“Did I ask for your opinion?  I do not recall asking you to speak.”

“I apolo…”

“Shut that open sore that you call a mouth.  This shit has to stop.  We’ve lost over half in the last week.  Twice today the Dark One and the female were within our sights and yet they still live.”

“Kanga, Zuma do you need to be replaced with trackers that are not afraid to get their hands dirty?” 

“I injured him.” 

My hand flew, sending Kanga into the fridge.

“Wow, you racked him.  That took him down for all of a minute.  I’m not worried if he’ll reproduce.  I want him taken out!  And where are the ashes?  In a drain somewhere, I assume.”

“We can go and retrieve them,” Keir stated.

“Well, let me find you a strainer,” I said, my sarcasm hitting an all time high.  “Kanga, you’re inside from now on.  You found the bantling in record time, but you didn’t destroy the Frozen.”

“If I would’ve killed him, his partner would’ve killed me.”

“I’m sorry, are you trying to make a point?” I asked as my elbows supported my weight on the island.  “Like I care if you die.  You being replaced would take less than a day.  Frozen take weeks if not years to mature enough to fight.”

I buried my head in my hands and tried to get my breathing under control.  Someone shifted. 

“Who is moving?  Right now, not one of you should even be breathing until I dismiss you.”




GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 2 (1 each to 2 winners) $10 Amazon Gift Cards from Michel Prince. Contest is tour-wide and ends July 21. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.


Book Trailer:

Reviews:
“I. Loved. This. Book. Need I say more? Omgosh, Michel has completely blown my mind here on this one. This is my first read from her and you know, I've read from some other people that she's one of their favorites, I'd have to agree! Hands down! Her writing style kind of reminds me of J.R. Ward! I was never disappointed with this book. I laughed, I cried, my heart broke. It was tragic, it was funny... it was everything that you could expect in a book. I honestly hope that this is part of a series and she doesn't leave us hanging where it left off. Can't wait for the next book!!!!!”--Ashley E. of http://www.faebooks.co.uk

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“Well this may be called The Frozen but boy its one red hot scorching read. There is nothing frosty about this main lead. Nye is the epitome of every girls fantasy. Sweet, kind, beautiful, perfect in every way, except he's been frozen in time by the angel Gabriel. Set to serve out his remaining years on earth to eradicate the world of demons and demon spawn. And he's from a time, a hundred or so years hence, when some humans were lesser beings, racist and cruel. He doesn't know or understand the ways of the modern world. That is until he comes across Kiri. Then his whole existence is turned on its head, as he falls for her hard. And she in turn, falls just as hard for him, and that's when the difficulty of their connection begins.

This was a sit down, don't move from your seat, "kids fend for yourselves, I'm busy" kind of read. Interruptions, that take you out of this world are a huge annoyance. That's when you know the author's got you and isn't going to let you go until you finish the final page. And the finish didn't disappoint, it threw me, I really hadn't seen that one coming. Love it when that happens!!!!

So there you have it, for all of those who loved to be sucked in from the very first to the very last, this read is for you. I guarantee you'll enjoy it, and you'll be left wanting more.

Highly recommended, oh and I'd also recommend take away for dinner. LOL”--Amazon Reviewer

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“ received this book for free through Goodreads First Reads. I need a bigger fan even with the air conditioning on high! I received this book free from Goodreads First Reads Giveaway. When the Bad Guys are just as hunky and appealing as the Good Guys, the fact that they have jobs with difficult bosses and women troubles only makes this a "have to read it in one sitting" book. Please listen to the voices, get dragonspeech to increase your writing speed, and hurry up with the next book. There are cold, desperate women out here waiting for some heat!”--Goodreads Reviewer

About the Author:
Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Michel writes young adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.

With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.

When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.

Michel is a member of RWA Pro and Midwest Fiction Writers. In 2013 she was awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, and cat.

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Monday, June 17, 2013

CBLS Blog Tour JT Cheyanne Grand Slam!

Welcome JT Cheyanne for a CBLS Blogtour!


Grand Slam
by J.T. Cheyanne
Gay Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Laz & Lachi Publications, LLC
Release Date: April 20, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 165 pages

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Description:
All of his life, Spencer Hightower dreamed of playing baseball in the Major Leagues. He survived growing up gay in rural Alabama due to his impressive skill on the baseball diamond. Now living in Rhode Island and playing for the AAA Pawtucket Red Sox, he's only a few steps away from his goal.

Brock Kinkaid, CPA, faced each day with a smile that hid his deepest desire. He wanted to be a father. Unfortunately, the gay men he knew were not into the daddy scene. Resigned to being childless, he lavished his attention on his niece and nephew. When Corey won tickets to see the local baseball team in action, they suckered him into taking them despite the fact he loathed the game. Who would have guessed one home run ball would change everything?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt

Anna Kate stood beside them an arm wrapped around each leg. She beamed up at them.

“When you gets married, can I be the flower girl? I want a really pretty dress that goes all the way to the floor and has lots of ruffles. It don’t has to be pink, ‘cause I know boys don’t like pink.” Her head swiveled back and forth. “Can I, please?”

Brock crouched beside the girl and Spencer mimicked his pose.

“Anna, baby. Spencer is my boyfriend, that doesn’t mean we’re getting married. We have to get to know each other a little better.”

“But, I wants him to be my Unca Spencer. I like him and he makes you smile when he kisses you. He doesn’t make you upset like that bad Nolan did.” Small hands cupped her uncle’s cheeks. “I really, really want that dress, Unca Brock, and Mommy will have to buy it if you gets married.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “You know, I can’t wait for her to gets married because hell is made of fire and she said it would be frozen before she gots married again.”

The burst of laughter exploded before Spencer thought to stop it. Brock’s lips twitched as he struggled to maintain a straight face. “Well then, sweetheart, if I get married, I promise you’ll get to pick the dress you want.”

Happy, the youngster patted her uncle’s cheek.

Blond curls swiveled and a flushed cherub cheek pressed against Spencer’s cheek. “Will you buy me a candy bar?”

Both men stood, took a hand and joined the line. Fifteen dollars later, they stepped away from the counter.

“Thanks Unca Spencer. Don’t tell mommy you boughts it. She said it would ruin my dinner.” With a giggle, she darted off behind the bleachers to play, chocolate firmly in hand. Stunned, Spencer stared after her.

“Did I just get played by a four-year-old?”

Brock laughed and moved in the direction of the bleachers. “Yeah, you did.”



GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of “Grand Slam” from J.T. Cheyanne. Contest is tour-wide and ends July 5. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.


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Reviews:
5/5 Stars
"This is the sweet story of a minor league baseball player, Spencer, whose entire life goal has been to make it to the Big Show, the major leagues, and his love interest Brock, loving brother, uncle and numbers cruncher, who wants nothing more than to have a family of his own. They meet, start dating, fall in love and hit a bunch of obstacles during the progression of this book and then, just when you think it can't get any better, author J.T. Cheyanne hits us with an epilogue worthy of double rainbows and puppies playing in a field of wild flowers that would never even think of causing anyone an allergic reaction. Throw in the fact that the sex was off-the-charts and the romance was shy and touching and these two actually courted instead of just falling into bed right away, and I can really, truly HIGHLY RECOMMEND Grand Slam to all my M/M romance friends.”--Jen, Amazon Reviewer

5/5 Stars
"JT's approach to being gay within the huge media circus of sport was brilliant. I loved the Spencer and Brock are very proud of their sexuallity and refuse to hide it. Their love for each other was very sweet and at times made my heart race. I love the flow of the story and the sexual chemistry between them was breathtaking. Congratulations JT you should be very proud!"--Laz, Amazon Reviewer

About the Author
After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, J.T. finally put fingers to keys and started writing her own stories. It's been a wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard 

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Goddess Fish Rajasthani Moon Book Tour - Lisabet Sarai

Welcome Lisabet Sarai for her blogtour!



BLURB:

Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.

Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission. When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to the rugged, arid land of the Rajputs to determine just how it has managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return to the Empire's embrace. Instead, she's taken captive by a brigand who turns out to be the ruler's half-brother Pratan and delivered into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous interloper.

Cursed before birth by Amir's jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen's hex and tries to trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the sacrifice required by the ritual – offering her body to the beast. In return, the Rajah reveal Rajasthan's amazing secret source of energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful land behind and return to constraints of her life in England?

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Excerpt One:   BDSM, rated X


He had three fingers inside her now, or maybe four, plunging in then pulling back before she could tighten her muscles to hold him inside. He still kept well away from her throbbing, needy clit. She ground her pubis against the tree trunk. The indirect pressure offered some relief, but not enough to satisfy her.

Swat! “None of that now!” His calloused palm landed on her bare arse with stunning force. Her soft flesh burnt in the wake of the slap. Meanwhile, the delicious stimulation in her cunny vanished. “I won’t let you spend until you’ve told me what I want to know.” Swat! His second swipe hurt more than the first. Her buttocks wobbled with the power of his third blow. The sting raced straight to her clit.

Cecily chewed at her lip to contain her groans. She’d make the Queen proud.

“Do I need to whip you? I’d be glad to.” Her skin chilled as he stepped away from her body, taking his heat with him. With her face turned in the opposite direction, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard him moving around the cave. Her clit pulsed like a radio beacon, broadcasting her need and demanding attention. Her scent rose around her, overwhelming the musty dampness of the cave. She tried to relax, to let some of her arousal drain away. She would not—could not—allow him to break her. He seemed to know, though, that she could bear pain a good deal better than sexual frustration.

She recalled receiving her instructions, back in London. Z looked more like an elderly country vicar than the head of Her Majesty’s secret service. “We are all relying on you, Miss Harrowsmith,” he’d told her. “The Queen believes that, given the reported youth and virility of these rebel princes, you are the ideal operative for this mission. I will not deny, however, that we are sending you into grave danger. You must remain in control at all times.”

Remain in control. The recollection was bitter. Here she was, in her enemy’s hands, more or less helpless to resist.

But she would resist. She swore it.

She sensed Pratan moving behind her. Something whistled as it flew through the air. A trail of fire raced across her left buttock.

“Ow! Oh my God!” Whoosh! The whip, or switch, or whatever it was, cut a path of agony across her other cheek. “Ay! Ow!”

“Just tell me who you are, lady, and I’ll stop. Until then…” Whoosh! Another stroke sliced into her flesh. Every blow magnified the pain of the previous one. “Ow! Oh…oh…”

“Talk to me. Let it out.” Whoosh! More pain flared.

He lashed her again and again and yet again, until her arse felt like he’d doused it in kerosene and set it alight. When she thought she couldn’t bear another instant, he moved downward, applying the switch to the even more sensitive skin at the backs of her thighs.

Cecily tried to distance herself from the agony. It’s not pain, she told herself. It’s pleasure. Remarkably, she found herself getting aroused again. It’s not his whip, she imagined. It’s his cock. She felt the echoes of his fingers delving in her quim. Each vicious, searing stroke of the switch brought her closer to spending.

“Damn it, woman, you’re stubborn!” Her captor’s whip clattered to the floor. He moved closer, gripping her abused buttocks, digging his nails into her lacerated flesh. New sparks sizzled down to her clit.


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CONTEST: Lisabet will be awarding an E-Book from her back list to a randomly drawn commenter at each stop, plus a grand prize of a $50 GC to Amazon, B&N or AllRomanceEbooks (winner's choice) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be eligible, commenters MUST include their email addresses in their comments.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:


I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I've written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and of course, lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly fifty books and counting!

In addition to writing, I also edit erotica and erotic romance. My editing credits include the ground breaking anthology Sacred Exchange, which explores the spiritual aspects of BDSM relationships, the massive collection Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, the charity anthology Coming Together: In Vein, a collection of vampire tales that benefits Doctors Without Borders, and six volumes of the Coming Together: Presents series of single author charitable erotica books. You'll also find me writing the newsletter and occasional articles for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com) and monthly reviews for Erotica Revealed (www.eroticarevealed.com).

I've always loved traveling; my husband seduced me in a Burmese restaurant by telling me tales of his foreign adventures. Since then I have visited every continent except Australia, although I still have a long travel wish list. Currently I live with him and our two exceptional felines in Southeast Asia, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.

For more information about me and my writing, visit my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com)


Lisabet's Fantasy Factory (website)  http://www.lisabetsarai.com

Beyond Romance (blog): http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Lisabet's List (Yahoo group): http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list

Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai

Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai

Monday, June 10, 2013

Welcome Joey Jameson CBLS Blogtour

Welcome to the CBLS Blogtour for Joey Jameson!

Blackout
by Joey Jameson
Gay Erotic Thriller
Publisher: Chances Press, LLC
Release Date: April 1, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 73,000
Available at:
Amazon | ARe | B&N

Description:
He’s the one you dream about.
He’s the one you obsess over.
He’s the one you’d kill for.

Dice Valentine was born to strip. With the body of a god that drips with sex appeal, his dance moves leave his male clients breathless and begging for more. But lost in a dark world of hedonism and indulgence, Dice is beginning to want out. That is until a night of mind-blowing sex with a mysterious lover takes a grim, shocking turn, and he finds himself in a desperate attempt to clear his name…as the hunter becomes the hunted.

Blackout is a haunting dark tale of sex and betrayal that raises doubts about what exactly is the truth.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:

As I pulled open the back entrance to the club, I was still buttoning up my shirt. I kept it untucked from my ripped jeans; cool, casual. Flip-flops on my feet, and hair ruffled, I felt the epitome of understated sexiness. My heart was pounding in my chest, reverberating in my ears. Fuck, I was so horny. Sheer excitement mixed with anxiousness coursed through my veins.

As I stepped outside, I stopped for a second to let my eyes adjust to the surrounding darkness of the alleyway. I was breathing heavily as I squinted to make out any shapes. It was a cool evening for August, the light breeze making my nipples hard, pressing up against my tight white shirt.

It was then that I saw him. He was leaning up against the far wall of the alley, one leg bent at the knee, heel resting on the wall behind him, hands tucked in his jean pockets. He wore a dark shirt, the top of his tanned and sculpted chest visible above the deep V-neck plunge. The image of the moonlight illuminating his skin in the darkness made my mouth begin to water. He didn’t move at first, and neither did I. We just stood there, taking in the appearance of the other, mentally undressing each other with our eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, then stopped myself, suddenly unsure of what words were about to come out of my mouth.

I wasn’t sure how long we stood there. The expression on his face was hidden in the shadows. The anticipation was killing me, but I was rooted to the spot, almost as if his gaze was keeping me still. I couldn’t move until I saw his eyes and they told me I could.

At last he did. Pulling his hands free from his jeans, he shifted his weight back on to both feet and took a few slow steps towards me. I stayed exactly where I was. As he moved, the shadows disappeared and the dim light of the sky finally hit his face. He was even more beautiful than I had remembered. Totally the opposite to me; dark hair, cropped short around the back and ears, almost black in this light. His face was stubbly, adorned with short neatly trimmed hairs the same colour as the ones on his head. As he moved, his muscles reacted simultaneously, flexing through the confines of his shirt to the point where the material screamed out as if it was about to split. I could see the contour of his perfect pecs. He was more muscular than I was, and the cool night air was obviously having the same effect on his round, hard nipples. My eyes trailed down to his snug-fitting jeans. They were slung so low I could just about see the top of his neatly-trimmed pubes poking out.

He’s hard, too.

I licked my lips without even knowing it as my eyes focused in on the bulge that appeared before them in his trousers. I was sure that if it could speak it would cry out to be released and tended to. I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees then and there and service that cock like I had before in this very same place. No shame, no words, just complete and utter pleasure. But I couldn’t move. I was totally powerless as his dark eyes held me there, staring back at him, a battle of the wills almost as we saw who would be the one to break first. The tension between us and the anticipation of the sweet release that was inevitably about to occur was almost too much for me to bear. I was afraid that I was going to cum in my pants right then and there, just from looking at him in front of me.

But he broke first.

Before I could react his hands were on me, so sudden and intense that my breath got caught in my throat. Both of his hands were instantly on my wrists, lifting them above my head and holding them together as the weight of his pelvis against me sent me reeling back against the brick wall behind us. For a moment he just held me there. I didn’t struggle against his grip; instead I gave into it, my body relaxing at his mercy. His face was inches from mine. I let my lips part without closing my eyes, begging for him to kiss me. Those lips…full, bee-stung and sensuously shaped. I immediately remembered what it was like to run my tongue over them, and what it felt like to have them all over my body. His breath was warm against my face, sweet and slightly cinnamon scented. As if of its own accord, my face moved towards his, only to be rejected teasingly by his own. A grin played with the corners of his mouth; he was enjoying torturing me. He began to move his hips slightly, pressing his crotch up against my own as if greeting it. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, staring each other down and dry-humping each other through our jeans. Each thrust of my cock against material made me harder. Our erections were the only language necessary. We never spoke more than a few words to each other when we met. This meeting was like my dance personified; I lived for the tease, I performed it on stage almost every night. And now, this; this silent seduction must be what it feels like to just watch someone else on stage. A feast for the eyes, but without physical release.

I couldn’t take any more. The effect of his body against mine was too much, and suddenly our clothes were a barrier between us that we couldn’t get rid of quickly enough. Without letting go of my eyes, he freed my hands and backed away from me just enough to reach above his head, grab the back of his shirt and tug it off. The dark smooth material fought against his muscular physique. My eyes drank in his appearance as he let the shirt fall to the ground at our feet. In the moonlight, his smooth hard chest appeared almost like granite. He had the most perfect pecs I had ever seen; full, pert, and with perfectly formed nipples that were fully erect now in the cool night air. His narrow waist encased a deep sculpted six-pack of abs whose grooves were even more defined in the shadows of the alley. His only chest-hair was a light treasure trail of dark thin hairs that disappeared down into his tight fitting jeans. He let his arms rest at his sides, almost mimicking my stance from when I was on stage a few minutes earlier. He rested his weight on one foot; the classic underwear model pose.

Cheeky git.

He was mocking me. I tore my eyes away from his chest to see his eyes grinning back at me. Before I could protest, he reached at my shirt, helping it over my head, and wrapped his strong arms around me in a tight embrace. It was then that our lips finally touched. The pillowy feel of his soft lips against mine made my cock even wetter. His hot wet tongue was in my mouth, lapping and battling against my own. I closed my eyes and let my mouth do the talking. The passion I had bottled up for him suddenly exploded, and I literally lost myself in the moment. I didn’t think, all I wanted was to touch and caress and lick every inch of his body.

I pulled away from his mouth and my tongue found his neck. I traced a line with it down from his ear lobe, before resting it in the crook of his collar bone. He tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. My hands found his perfect pecs, and caressed his smooth flesh as my tongue followed their lead. I gripped each nipple gently with my thumb and index finger, giving them a pinch, before opening my mouth and devouring first the left and then the right. His skin was freshly washed and smelled like soap and musky after-shave. My tongue couldn’t get enough of his hard nipples, licking and sucking gently, each in turn as my opposite hand tweaked the other. I looked up to see his expression; a look of pure lust plastered across his face. His lips parted in an o-shape, his hands rested lightly on my broad naked shoulders. Returning my gaze to his chest I slowly slid down, tracing the contours of his tight stomach with my tongue. I took my time on his abs; licking them up and down. They were so tight and profound that I swear I was afraid I might cut myself on them. My hands stroked the skin on his sides as I continued to slide further down his body until I was safely on my knees. I looked up at him and again met his eyes that were now slightly closed, anticipation showing on his face. This was such a vulnerable moment. Right before the revealing of the cock. Each at the utter mercy of the other. With expert ease, I unbuckled his belt and then unfastened his button, all the while keeping his eyes on mine. He let his hands fall loosely to his sides, as I carefully slid his jeans and pants down inch by inch, until finally the prize was fully revealed.


GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 10 eBook copies (1 each to 10 winners) of "Blackout" from Joey Jameson. Contest is tour-wide and ends June 15. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.



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About the Author:
Joey Jameson is Canadian born and bred, but currently living in Brighton, UK. He can usually be found either on the beach walking his two gorgeous dogs, or sipping swanky cocktails in his local haunt. He is also the author ofCandy From Strangers. Ever the fan of all things decadent, for an insight into his daily life, you can follow him on Twitter. You can also visit his Facebook page for a sneak-peak of new work to come.