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Friday, June 29, 2012

Rawiya Guest Blogs for The AfterDark World.

As we come to an end of LGBT Month from The AfterDark World, I want to have one more featured guest blogger here -- m/m author Rawiya will be giving away her copy of her upcoming book "Smooth Like Latte" to the lucky commenter here. So please show some love as she guest blogs here on The AfterDark World.

Greetings folks. I’d like to thank Ray for having me on today to talk about my latest book, Smooth Like Latte. I’m pretty stoked about the book since it’s my longest to date. I think more than any other story I’ve written so far, this one gives you a glimpse of my style as well as the types of characters I love to create. I am the most sensitive of the three muses and this book proves it.

In a recent review, the blogger talked about my use of purple prose which I happen to like. To me, it’s perfectly fine for 2 men to be somewhat emotional or sappy about each other especially when one has never been in a relationship. Some may see this as an issue but I don’t. The more emotional the characters are the better.

Another thing about Smooth Like Latte is the characters. Davori or Latte is an artist who works at a coffee shop. He’s a romantic, a crooner, and not afraid to go after what he wants. Brendan Walsh is a millionaire’s son, in the closet, and lonely. In my opinion, Latte is the best choice for a man but will he stand up to his dad to begin a relationship with Davori? The father is an important part in this story. He’s the leader of the Walsh organization, a homophobe, and a meddler in Brendan’s life. If Brendan continues on this path, he might miss out on true happiness.

While writing, I always enjoy playing music in the background. Latte and Brendan are big fans of smooth R&B and jazz so that meant Kenny G as well as old school rhythm and blues from the seventies and eighties. A few specific songs: Baby Come to Me by James Ingram, Brown Sugar by D’Angelo, and some songs from the Love Jones Soundtrack when putting together the love scenes.

I really love the way it turned out and of course, the characters spoke wanting more to be done, so 2 more books are in the works. One for the secondary character in the book as well as the next one which will bring more trouble for my happy couple.

In the meantime, I hope you’ll check out Smooth Like Latte, book 3 in the Something New on the Menu series. Here is the blurb and a snippet.

Brendan Walsh is an uptight business executive working for his father and missing out on real life due to his relentless drive for success. Fearing his homophobic father’s wrath - and the potential to destroy his financial future - Brendan hides is true orientation and lives a life of boring celibacy.
Upon meeting Davori Jenkins when the hunky barista serves him a latte just the way he likes it, Brendan takes a chance, leaving his number with the tip in the hopes of changing his future love life.
Will Brendan be able to come clean with his father - risking his fortune - or will he take a chance at losing a man who he wants as his future?

Warning: This is an m/m interracial romance. Real romance. Some sappiness is ahead with two very good looking men who are searching for that happy ever after ending.
After about fifteen minutes, Brendan started rubbing his temples. He felt a headache coming on from reading the figures for so long, and the need for caffeine was only adding to it. He’d finally made it inside the shop, but the line still dragged out the door. What on earth is in here that’s so high in demand? He placed the papers back in his briefcase, folding his arms over his chest.
Another step closer to the counter. He took a look at this place he hadn’t visited in a while. The same bright colors as the murals outside, black chairs and tables filled with people either busy at their laptops or spreading the latest office gossip. Cathy and her dad Mike were fans of jazz music; they liked the idea of the festive atmosphere as a backdrop for their shop. Another reason why Brendan refused to sell out to the bigger competitor. He wanted something non-corporate in the food court. Something that wasn’t just part of a chain, but its own entity. The younger Walsh understood business; this was the one place inside his building where he felt that small and independent was better.
Brendan took another step, searching for the shop owner. Cathy had been very instrumental when they’d opened this place a couple of years ago. He admired the relationship she had with her dad; he noticed her father actually cared about what she thought. If only the elder Mr. Walsh would do the same.
“Hmm, today, maybe a macchiato would be good. Haven’t had a true one in a…” Brendan stopped thinking aloud, his eyes fixed on the man behind the counter. He tilted his head a little, to get a better look. Who is he?
A tall man about six feet, with skin the color of lightly creamed coffee. Broad shoulders, light green eyes… or were they something else, maybe blue or hazel? Who knew, but damn was this man hot.
His perfectly trimmed goatee began under his nostrils and wrapped around his mouth and onto his chin. He wore a black fitted turtleneck that showed the muscles in his upper torso; even under Brendan’s scrutiny, the handsome man continued to make beverages with ease. Brendan noticed the young man next to him seemed only to serve donuts and pies from the fridge, now and then a juice. Could it be the line was so long because of the sexy barista making the drinks? Has to be it. Brendan could see no other reason for it. Not only was the man attractive, he was good at his job.
The closer he moved to the front of the line, the more intrigued he became. He thought about talking to the hunky man as he made his drink. But what the heck would he say? “Hey, I’m Brendan and I own the building.” Brendan smirked to himself, knowing that most likely wouldn’t work.
Due to his inexperience in the relationship department, he didn’t know how to pick up a guy. The only words exchanged in bars were hey, you’re hot, wanna go home with me, or wanna meet me in the bathroom – nothing more.
Besides that, was the guy behind the counter into men, or was he unfortunately heterosexual? Brendan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, still gazing at the hunk.
Make mine slow and creamy. I like it that way.

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts released in Feb and her first MMF Living in the Now released in April from NNP. The third book, Smooth Like Latte is out now. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Karenna Colcroft Guest Blogs For The AfterDark World

Moving on with LGBT month. I want to introduce a very good writer of m/m romance Kareena Colcroft.

Do You Believe In Magic?
And now I have that song stuck in my head…

Magic plays a big role in my two latest M/M romance releases. I don’t mean magic as it’s practiced in real life; I mean actual, can’t be explained, magic.
In my novel Lost Soul, Joel Turcotte is a highly-paid motivational speaker and author. He’s also what he calls a “soul sorcerer”. He can create things out of thin air, use magic to teleport himself from one place to another, and he uses magic to reinforce the speaking and writing parts of his motivation. His magic is fueled in a way that bothers him, though; to keep his magic—and himself—running, he must take pieces of human souls during sex. After accidentally killing his lover a decade ago, Joel has trained himself to take only tiny pieces, and he’s sustained himself with one-night stands. When he meets Lanny Hollister, that changes. Lanny has the strongest soul Joel has ever encountered—and he’s far too stubborn to let Joel get away with a one-time thing. (And the ringtone that Joel assigns to Lanny? “Do You Believe in Magic”.)
In my novella Bishie Sparkles, Grant falls in lust with Teruo, a character in the yaoi manga novel he’s just bought. When he wakes up the next morning to find Teruo in bed with him, Grant thinks he must be imagining things. Not only is Teruo a fictional character; he comes complete with “bishie sparkles”, little sparkles, hearts, and even small animals that surround him when he does or says something especially attractive. And Teruo can somehow pull a wad of money out of a pocket that doesn’t exist…It doesn’t take Grant long to realize that this Teruo isn’t just the manga character, but what is he?
Those types of magic may not exist in real life, but sometimes finding “the one” in our lives can seem like magic. That’s certainly the case for these men.
Since my birthday is Saturday, and today is the official release date of Bishie Sparkles, I’m celebrating by giving things away! Leave a comment to be entered in the drawing. One winner will receive an autographed print copy of Lost Soul (US and Canada only; if the winner lives in a different country, they’ll receive a PDF copy of the novel); one will receive a PDF copy of Bishie Sparkles; and three others will receive romance trading cards with Kyle Slidell and Tobias Rogan from my M/M series Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat. (No restrictions on winners of the cards.)
Lost Soul is available from the publisher, MLR Press, at, and also on, Barnes &, and All Romance Ebooks. Bishie Sparkles is available from the publisher, Dreamspinner Press, at, and will be available at third-party retailers.
You can find out more about Karenna and her books on her website,, or hang out and chat with her at her Facebook group,!/groups/261093317316839/.
Blurb for Bishie Sparkles:
Long-time yaoi fan Grant didn't expect to be so attracted to the main character of his latest purchase—and he definitely didn't expect to wake up next to him one morning. But that’s what happened. Even the sparkles, hearts, and small animals from the manga follow Teruo around Grant’s apartment. If Grant weren’t so distracted by lust, he’d find it really annoying.
When Teruo announces that he intends to stay with Grant because he has nowhere else to go, Grant is both pleased and terrified. Grant has been alone too long, and even with the sparkles, Teruo has made his way into Grant's heart. But if Grant can’t find the words to tell Teruo how he feels, Teruo might vanish as suddenly as he appeared.

The next morning, he woke half-exhausted and completely hard. If he hadn’t had to go to work, he would have turned over and gone back to sleep. Unfortunately, he had no choice about whether he got up and headed out the door. The company would probably run just fine with one fewer number cruncher for a day, but his bank account wouldn’t run so well with one less day of work that week.
He stretched, and his hand hit something. Something that felt an awful lot like another person.
Heart pounding, Grant yelped. A slightly higher-pitched yelp answered him.
“What the fuck!” Grant rolled onto his side and stared.
Straight into large blue eyes, set in a lily-white face that was surrounded by sparkles.
This is completely impossible. Especially the sparkles part. Grant rubbed his eyes, but the man beside him didn’t go away.
There was no way in hell he had just awakened next to Teruo.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “I never thought going insane from horniness was possible, but I’ve done it.”
“You aren’t insane.” The man beside him smiled. His voice sounded like music. “You made a wish, and here I am.”
“What the fuck.” Grant couldn’t think of anything more intelligent to say. Teruo Kanakawa was lying beside him, in his bed. A fucking manga character. This had to be another dream.
He reached out and tentatively touched the other man’s arm. He felt solid enough, given that he was supposed to be just a drawing.
“I’m real,” Teruo assured him. “I’m as confused as you are, but I’m real.”
Grant finally managed to say something else. “You’re sparkling.”
“Am I?” Teruo pulled his hand out from under the comforter and stared at it. The sparkles shimmered in the early light that filtered in between the slats of the room’s venetian blinds. “Cool! They’re so pretty.”
“Um, yeah.” Grant’s mind boggled. The sparkles might have been pretty if they weren’t surrounding a man who shouldn’t have been lying beside him

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Tantilizing Tuesday Teasers - 06/26/2012

Hey what's up? It's been a while, but I'm happy to come up with one of my Tantilizing Tues Teasers
in 200 words. So let's begin with something that anyone can hopefully identify with.

Miles enetered his apartment, he looked around and noticed something very unusual -- his girlfriend's clothes were on the floor, trailing along with another man's clothes. It was no surprise to him that Kimber was in bed with another man. The clothes trialed past the hallway to an enclosed bedroom. To add to his disbelief, he heard Kimber moaning behind closed doors. Who the hell is she in bed with?

What the hell? He closed the door behind him quietly. He tiptoed down the hallway, without making a sound until Miles opened the bedroom door and saw Kimber rocking herself on top of his best friend -- Ryan!

"Kimber!" Miles called out, watching the couple returned a stunned at him. They really weren't expecting him home early.

"Miles," Kimber froze, stammering for what to say. "Oh my god! Miles, you're home early!"

Miles gave her a dumb look. Not only was he in shock, he was upset that his best friend was in his bed, banging his girlfriend. Some friend he turned out to be -- bastard!

"It's not what it seems," Ryan added.

"Then tell me... what happened? You tripped and she fell?" Miles folded his arms with an ugly glare.

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Ray Sostre Guest Blogs on The AfterDark World.

Hey Hiyadoin? I was offer a chance to write something I never thought I was particularly capable of Рwriting a f/f romance. While I love writing erotic romance in a contemporary form, including m̩nages, I also have a love of writing a lesbian romance.
I was given the opportunity by a paranormal author Annalynne Russo to get my foot in the door with Evernight Publishing, by participating in an anthology call in May 2012. I took on the challenge of doing something I never thought I could complete. I have written f/f scenes, but never completed a story. So I decided to give it a shot by participating in the anthology call and see where I can go from there. There is something about f/f stories that I find intriguing – the innocent girl and the bad-girl. I’m more attracted to the bad girl type, so when I want to write an f/f story, I have to include the bad-girl type, but in a way where she takes charge in a relationship.
When I wrote the story Her Angela & Protection, it was based off a song by Eric B. & Rakim in the phrase: Let me be your angel and I will be you protection. I also heard that same hook from a 3LW remix featuring Nas, dating back in 2000 “Can’t Take It No More”, respectively.

Upon my completion, I sent it over to my editor Annabelle Crawford, and she really enjoyed the story. She also gave in her own editing touch, which made me very astonished on how it was done. I also sent a rough copy for review for Annalynne Russo and she approved, but when I sent it out to Evernight Publishing, I confident that I would get accepted for the anthology, but I was over-confident I guess. I didn’t make the cut, however, they said it was good, but I wasn’t yet material.
I’m not mad; just disappointed. I have always wanted to be part of Evernight and a few other publishers – I guess it’s not my time. But anyways, without further ado, I would love to share a blurb and excerpt of my completed story with no publisher yet – Her Angela & Protection

Angela Critelli has been best friends with Vivienne Perkins since high school, and has always been there for her when she needed her. When she let Vivienne move in, after being kicked out by her good-for-nothing boyfriend Gary, Angela discovers things that will become very unusual – her feelings. She never thought of herself physically and emotionally attracted to her best friend. Vivienne was the perfect woman anyone would want; she cooked, cleaned, and gave Angela self-confidence. But Vivienne kept giving her mixed signals about her sexuality. When the two partied together at a nightclub, Angela finally discovers that Vivienne was curious about her sexuality, but will Vivienne’s curiosity cost Angela their friendship, or will she discover a new fulfillment?


They walked over to the end of the bar and signaled Dorian to pour another round of Jager. Angela leaned against the bar while she waited. She watched Vivienne finish her Tequila Sunrise. This woman was looking to get fucked up, not just have a good time.  Their shots arrived and Vivienne paid and passed one to Angela.
“To friendship!” Vivienne toasted.
Angela raised her shot grinning, “Ditto!”
The two downed the shots together. Then suddenly the DJ switched up another track. This time the sound wound down to something that made Vivienne feel very sensual. Angela could feel the beat changing the mood – this song was erotic.
She watched Vivienne running her hands slowly down her body. She flashed a playful, seductive expression like she had something naughty in mind. Angela could only hope.
Vivienne suddenly backed her against the wall which made her ache in all the right places. Vivienne’s curves pressed against her as she slowly rubbed up and down – a blatant insinuation of having sex. Vivienne’s breasts pressed against hers. Dear God! Angela was just thinking about Vivienne’s luscious lips, when suddenly Vivienne turned around grinding her ass against Angie.
She’d never been this turned on by another woman’s body against hers.  The desire to kiss Vivienne hung like a heavy perfume. She thought about how long they had been friends – since their freshman year in high school. And now she was living with her. She wanted to tell Vivienne that she fantasized about her when she masturbated, and the thought of Vivienne masturbating the night before – that was crazy hot! And Vivienne was curious what it felt like to kiss a woman. Angela’s only desire was to pin her against the wall, and show her!
“Just stay there,” Vivienne said as she dry-humped against Angela’s body.
Angela didn’t reply. She was held captive by the delicious smell of Vivienne’s hair. Vivienne took her hands and held them around her breasts. She felt so soft!
Angela’s heart pounded furiously. I want you so bad! I want to know what you taste like! Without thinking, she leaned and kissed the back of Vivienne’s neck. Not only did Vivienne not protest, she gasped with pleasure and reached behind her, pulling Angela closer.
Angela’s grip on Vivienne turned confident. They knew they were in public, but they could still get pretty naughty at El Tigre. Vivienne smelled so delicious, she wanted to take her home right then.
Vivienne turned around in Angie’s arms. They kissed – with tongues. Angela loved the way Vivienne moved her tongue inside her mouth. It was a bridge between trust and fear. When Vivienne pulled away, Angela was left wanting more. Vivienne’s eyes held such promise. “Let’s do another shot.” Vivienne whispered in her ear.
“Yeah... but one more kiss?” Angela asked, suddenly seductive.
Vivienne nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Book Review of "How I Became A Stripper" by Kitty Fine

It's been a while since I done a book review for anyone. But as I read Kitty Fine's work, I was intrigued from the potential of the Confessions of a Stripper Series

Here is what the story is about in my summary:

The story is in a first person narrative, so there is no official name except for her stage name: Desire. It all begins with her auditioning to become a stripper to get the job, since her current job as a cocktail waitress in a casino wasn't working out for her. Once she gets the job, she begin working immediately until she meets a man that becomes her loyal customer -- Don. At first, it was just business; her giving him lapdance, while he tipped her generously. There was display of lustful attraction; Desire was feeling turned on by his appearance as for the same for Don, when he enjoyed the way her body moved. He tried to propostion her for something more than just a lapdance. At first, Desire was reluctant to go along with him, but her attraction for Don made her change mind in the weeks to come. She agreed to go with him to a hotel and spend the night of pure, passionate sex.

Strengths: Kitty Fine has the potential to get a reader lost in her stories. I loved the way she described her self-character in the story, and explained her situation and also how to work the pole and give a lapdance; it was very descriptive and I loved it. I also liked the sex scene she wrote on the story. Would I consider buying more of her books? Yes! Although, she writes sex stories -- it's not porn. I do see her potential in the future, and maybe develop into erotic romance.

Weaknesses: Now to be fair on the critiquing, I noticed some few grammatical and punctual errors. It doesn't kill the story, unless the reader is completeley "anal-retntive" over what they read and they're looking for any reason to nip-pick, but she could use an editor. But no one's perfect and I commence her on being a self-publisher, and she will have to make mistakes. On top, I wished she would've expanded it more. I really loved the story and I didn't want to be left hanging there, lol. It was a great book!

I will give it 4 stars. I liked the story plot behind it, and yes this woman has the potential to write the story, but I only wished she could have expanded the story more.

I recommend this book though -- I loved it!

Monday, June 18, 2012

J.S. Morbius Guest Blogs for The AfterDark World

There aren't many authors that write transexaul erotica, and they do represent the LGBT community. While they may be overlooked in some erotic romances, they are by far appealing to many readers. Where instead of a man and a woman, why not have both? Julez S. Morbius will tell more here on The AfterDark World.

The winds of change are coming. Erotica has turned up the heat over the last few years BUT there is still a lack of one particular genre, and I am here to change that.
The genre I refer to is transsexual fiction, a genre that is poorly represented among all the other genres. If you want m/m, f/f, m/m/f, f/f/m, multiple partners, A, O, DP there are plenty of stories out there yet if you want to read transsexual fiction you have to search a lot harder.
It’s true that free read sites feature transsexual and cross dresser stories but the bulk of those are made up of stories where the transsexual person is a figure to be used or abused, where they end up being portrayed as nothing more than sissy men in female clothing or cum dumps for groups of horny, drunken men.
The reality though is worlds away from those stereotypes. Transsexuals are real people, just like you and I, and should be treated as such. They want the same things in life that everyone does. They want to be happy, loved, wanted and needed. They are just as entitled to be treated the same as everyone else, without fear of bigotry, violence and hatred.

Here are two women. One is transsexual the other 100% female but which is which?
In a crowded nightclub or bar could you tell the difference?

As I began the winds of change are coming and so is Addicted to Charlie, my newest transsexual love story.
Karl, a single man, meets and begins to date Charlie, a pre-op transsexual woman. Never having been gay in his life Karl journeys through confusion and lust, experiencing the delights of transsexual sex along the way, before realizing that Charlie is the perfect woman for him.
Charlotte, or Charlie as I called her, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. We met one night while I was out clubbing, getting over my third divorce, and we have been inseparable ever since. She was everything I wanted in a woman. When we first met she had been slightly overweight, nothing too drastic, but she had insisted on slimming down for me even though I didn't mind what she looked like. After all, my previous wives had all been – how should I say – curvaceous?
Her body was absolutely perfect. She was five feet, seven inches tall, had an incredible thirty-six C chest and an all-over tan. She had gorgeous brunette hair that draped around her shoulders, finishing halfway down her back. Her teeth sparkled when she smiled as she had never smoked or had any work done on them. Her eyes were a gorgeous green that always seemed to catch the light. Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention that between her legs, where she should have had a neatly trimmed pussy, she had a magnificent eight inch cock. You see my Charlie was a transsexual, and if anybody had ever said I would have ended up in this kind of relationship I would have laughed.
I never set out to end up in a relationship with a transsexual. I didn't even know she was one until we had been dating for a couple of weeks, as the most we had done was kiss. It was her that insisted on sitting me down and telling me, totally out of the blue one night when we had gone out for dinner. If I am going to be honest – and that would be the best way to be – I very nearly walked out of the restaurant there and then. Let me explain how it all came about.
For no other reason than I felt like it, I secretly booked a table at the restaurant. We had been getting on so well that I felt that maybe, instead of pubs and clubs, a nice quiet meal would make something of a nice change. As we sat eating I could sense that something was not quite right.
Normally Charlie was a bright and bubbly person, always laughing and joking, yet tonight she just sat quietly. She wasn't even eating her meal as she normally had when we were at either of our homes. She just picked and nibbled, not really making any attempt to actually finish her food. Eventually she put her cutlery down and pushed her plate away, looking at me almost apologetically.
"Is everything alright darling?" I asked her, slightly worried.
"Yes, the food's fine but I need to tell you something Karl." Charlie replied.
"That sounds ominous." I responded.
"It is something big and I don't know how you will react." Was all she said quietly, almost nervously.
"Come on darling, nothing can be that bad, just tell me."
"Just promise you won't get angry and start screaming and shouting please." She said fearfully, her voice a barely audible whisper.
"You are married aren't you?" I asked nervously, unsure what her reply would be.
"Please Karl, just promise." She pleaded.
"Okay, I promise baby."
Charlie sat there showing no emotion as she started to explain about her secret, but the more she spoke the more her eyes filled with tears. I too started to get a lump in my throat as she explained how, all her life, she had been ridiculed for being different. She told me all about the bullying she went through at school when – as a male – she felt so out of place having to change with the other boys. The things she told me no animal – let alone human being – should ever have to go through. The name calling, physical assaults and – on one occasion – being very nearly sexually assaulted.
Charlie told me that she had never felt the way she did about me with anyone else. Yes, she admitted, she had slept with men and even women before, but that was just sex. She told me she had even gone through a stage where she was selling her body to all different sorts of people just to get the money for the operation she so desperately craved, not even caring about the dangers. Charlie admitted that she would have done anything just to feel like a complete woman. I sat and listened intently and never said a word until she finally ended with the words that every man loves to hear, six little words that mean so much.
"I am in love with you."
It was then that the tears began to flow freely.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Pablo Michaels Guest Blogs on The AfterDark World

He is a familiar face for the LGBT romance, and an aspiring writer that I want to introduce, Pablo Michaels.

I write for myself. No one reads or edits the stories I have written in my haste to express romance with gay relationships and how love evolves between men.  I don't plan on publishing anything I've written in the last year. I must admit I get a thrill with the fantasies I explore based on personal experiences with men I have known since I was seventeen. Gay liberation has always been close to my heart and lifestyle. My stories express the true fundamental emotions between men who attempt to find love beyond the initial physical attraction.I have published three books which don't come close to what I want to express. I write because I enjoy the life I have led. Enough written about my life. Now I reveal one of the stories I have written. No one has read this unedited fantasy. It might be best to keep it secret.


Slowly the man removed the shield, revealing a young, pasty, white, clean shaven face with blood shot, emerald green eyes, glowing a sparkling fire, and long, jet black hair, combed back, and shimmering in the fading moonlight.  The finely sculpted chest and arms with abs that rippled, all glistening beneath the open vest, illuminated a young man from his past.
                “It’s you, Gabriel?” He could not remember his last name.
                “Yes,” he admitted.
                “But why are you here and now?  You cut me off and disappeared, explaining you wanted an older man.”  With Damien’s robe still open, a stiff erection emerged.
“I see you are attracted to me yet.   It’s a long story; I will tell you later.  Tell me, are you still trying to live the life of Peter Pan?”
                Damien covered his cock tying the belt of his robe.
“Please don’t conceal yourself.  I like the looks of your erection.”  The moon shed more light from a passing cloud, and Gabriel masked his face again.
Damien untied the belt to his robe, as the wind blew the front open again.  His hard-on became more prominent.  “Yes, I want to enjoy life as young as I can.  I go to the gym to try and keep my body fit, but I’m aging rapidly.  I have failed in love with other men and don’t like what I see in the mirror.”
Gabriel spoke louder through the veil, “Remember that night when I blind folded your eyes with that gray bandana, both of us naked and you lying on your stomach?”
“Yes, I remember distinctly.  That was the last time I saw you.  I thought you put a curse on me.”
“I wanted your body and you but cast a spell to wait when you were older.  I can tell you’re unhappy with what time and years have given you.  If you trust me, I can restore your youth and allow you to retain your wisdom, knowledge and love you have acquired.”
                “But I want to return to the city.  I have unfinished business there.”
                “Are you still in love with David Wilder?”
“I don’t know.  He is with someone new now.  But I can’t stop thinking of him.”
“You’ll be able to go anywhere you want, if you have faith in me,” Gabriel spoke with a cool, soothing voice.
                “I have yearned for you through all these years.  I thought you could have replaced my love for David.  You didn’t seem interested in me then.  How do I know you are true to your words now?”
                The moon became brighter, as Gabriel spoke, “I have to go, but let me kiss you.  Meet me in the cemetery tomorrow at midnight where the ancients spoke to you as a child, but first let me kiss you as my bond to love you.” He wrapped his hands around Damien’s ass and brought him forward to kiss and explore his mouth with his rigid tongue.
Damien fell limp in his hold, as he felt Gabriel’s stiff cock through his leather pants.  He sent his tongue through his tight, constricted lips.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Dawne Prochilo Guest Blogs on The AfterDark World

Having been in the erotic romance genre of the industry for a few years, I have noticed how unbalanced the equal exposure and promotions of the lesbian and/or F/F sub-genre is. But why is that? The million dollar question for me. I've heard everything from people/fans/readers prefer M/M to review sites just don't want to review girl on girl writing.

Really? Why is that? Girl love (as I refer to it as) can be a beautiful scene. The love story is there. The characters connect. A HEA or HFN ending prevails. So why are the girls losing out...again?

The M/M sub-genre is HOT right now, I will admit, but what about the ladies? When do we get our limelight?

Having been a book reviewer for more than three years, I have had my fair share of romance books come across my computer screen. I don't treat any one sub-genre any differently than the other. Think of it as having to pick your favorite child- it just cannot be done. Whether it's menage, M/M, F/F or contemporary M/F erotic, I love them all dearly and rate and review them on their own merit.

I recently started a new review site, Girls Only Reviews ( ) for a few different reasons. This is a review site for F/F, lesbian or female dominated menage books. Why only girls you ask? Let me tell you…

I already have a review site associated with Manic Readers, Coffee Beans and Love Scenes but I believe an all-girl review site was in order.

Not many review sites will even review F/F. While the M/M sub-genre is at an all-time high and many erotic authors are converting over, the ladies are left with the short stick.

Why? Because I love my ladies. Girl love is so intoxicating, revitalizing and I just love writing about women who are in love with each other or having sex.
I have to say I do love reading and reviewing M/M but could never write the sub-genre. I also love challenges but writing man love, I just can’t see myself doing. I commend all the authors out there who do write, they are awesome. As for me, I’ll stick with the gals.

My first attempt in the erotic genre was a F/F (Rachel’s Desire) in March 2011. Once I wrote the first scene I was hooked. Flouncing boobs, a woman licking another woman’s pussy…oh yeah, I was in love…with writing the genre.

So take a moment and stop by my review site… get some girl love.

Rachel’s Desire BLURB: What’s a woman to do when her sexual needs are ignored? Every woman has needs and sexual desire.
When Rachel Chambers’ married lover is selfish and demanding, she turns to her best friend Kari Burton for support, venting…and love. A girl knows what she needs and right now Rachel needs Kari.
A girl’s night in turns into a night of explosive passion and realization of frenzied love.

Girls Only Reviews was born-

Crape Myrtle- June 2009
On Her Own- July 2009
Sex Sells- Feb 2011
Room 11- Feb 2011
Rachel's Desire- March 2011
When We Meet Again- May 2011
His Holiday Seduction- Oct 2011
On Her Own (re-release)- Nov 2011
Wildfire Beach- Nov 2011
A Cougar's Revenge- 2012
Callie's Way- Feb 2012*
Lynn's Chance- March 2012*
First Chance- March 2012
Weekend Retreat- April 2012
Melody's Dance- May 2012*
No Matter What- May 2012
Forever Friends- June 2012
Insatiable Kate- June 2012
Tessa's Passion- July 2012*
Bewitching the Sheriff- July 2012
Finding Kennedy- August 2012

Monday, June 11, 2012

Tantilizing Tuesday Teasers - 06/12/2012

Hey what's up and hiyadoin? I want to go ahead and get my Tantilizing Tuesday Teaser out of the way, where you only read snippets at around 200 words.

This segment is an older woman/younger man scene. I love writing stories about older women and younger men. Even if they are 4 years apart. There's something interesting about that relationship. Enjoy!

For a woman who turned just fifty three, Andrea had an amanzing body! She never felt so appreciated by a young man that gave her such confidence. The feel of Keith's warm hands all over her pudendal area and tummy made her core ache in passion, but her skin tingle with goose bumps. She loved the way Keith spoke into her ear with his warm, breathy tone; hearing his romantic voice made her melt against clothed body.

"You are so beautiful Andrea." He nuzzled at her neck.

"Thank you." She held on to the keys of his Mercedes S-Class, parked in her driveway. "Why don't you get undressed, so that way we can check out the backseat together."

"Trevor isn't going to be home anytime soon -- is he?"

"Oh no." She shook her head, opening the rear passenger door. "My son has a hot date too."

"This is so wrong... me calling you Andrea and being attracted to my best friend's mom."

"I know." Andrea sighed. "Your parents wouldn't approve of me either, but whey don't know wouldn't hurt us. Would it?'

"Not at all," Keith shook his head. He extended his hand forward, offering her to enter the Mercedes. "After you Ms. Giattino"

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Sara York Guest Blogs on The AfterDark World

When I sit down to write I usually think of everything from the male point of view. I’ve found that writing male characters is easier for me. My very first book, Murder Stalks, focus on Tony, a cop in south Texas who has bad stuff happen to him and oh yeah, I threw in a wife. The only gay stories I ever read were sad stories about suicide and death where the guys never got together in the end. They were just unhappy, and depressed, dying a horrible lonely death. I didn’t want to write a depressing story. I mean even my darkest thrillers still have a happy ending of some sort.

Then I found a story that was fun, sexy and full of happiness for the two guys. Just the type of story I wanted to write. I stopped writing on my paranormal and scifi stories and began my first male/male novel. The first M/M story was Selling It, a suspense story based on teen prostitution focusing on one tough cop. Then I stopped on Selling It for a few months. The age thing bugged me because a few of the characters in Selling It are underage and having sex. Then I wrote Surprise Sleepover and Working It Out.

I’ve had people ask how I could write stories with two men getting it on. I’ve always found it easier to write men. Doing research is paramount in writing. I love doing research. I’ve dressed up in full SWAT gear, climbed a fire ladder, shot guns and other fun activities all in the name of research, but I will never feel what it’s like to be a cop or to plan a murder. But I write some fairly good cop dramas and murders.

In doing research for Male/Male stories I asked questions, read a lot, read some more, asked more questions and did research. Researching gay life is so much more fun than researching how to kill, trust me on this. I’ve learned so much, though I know there’s always more to learn.

The set of stories I’m writing now are based in Texas. Three novels all set north of Houston in a small town. Writing about cowboys was a natural progression since I grew up on a cattle ranch. Cows, horses and cowboys, what more could you ask for? They are sexy and hell bent on getting into trouble.

After the cowboys, I’m going to reach for the stars and write more sci-fi. I hope that my stories help people to find happiness. Maybe think a little about life and acceptance of others. I’m glad I found the Male/Male genre. I love the stories and the people in the community. I hope you enjoy my books.

Selling It Blurb

Love heals all scars.

Teens are dying and Blaine Wilson, a DC police detective, knows why. The scars on his right leg, left rib cage and left collar bone are a brutal reminder of his past as a teen prostitute, and a key to solving this investigation.

Blaine’s trips to gay bars are reckless but he’s searching for solace for his wounds. When he meets Andy everything changes. Dating Andy forces him out of the closet at work and then he has to admit his past indiscretions to his captain.

Andy falls in love at the drop of a hat and he's promised his two best friends he won't fall so easily again. When he meets Blaine he's helpless to resist the instant attraction.

Andy and Blaine are dedicated to making their relationship work when the killer targets Andy and his two best friends. Can Blaine save his lover and Andy’s friends without losing himself?

Reader Advisory: This book deals with issues relating to male teen prostitution, including non-graphic references to underage sex. It also includes themes of murder and violence against gay men, and occasional scenes from the point of view of a homophobic villain.

Excerpt for Selling It

Blaine placed his order for hot wings, deciding that if the man was still staring at him when he turned around, he would approach him. Okay, time to turn around and see if the cutie is still watching.
He turned slowly, expecting nothing, but when his gaze connected with Mr Cutie-Pie’s the smile that lit his face was genuine. Blaine forgot trying to be cool and just headed straight for the man. When Blaine got closer, he saw the man’s eyes were such a beautiful shade of green that he wanted to just stare at him all day long. The desire to kiss the stranger rolled through him but knew he wouldn’t act on his impulse. Too many trips upstairs had made him rusty at romance.
“I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me,” Blaine said.
The other guy blushed and smiled. “I’m Andy.” He held out his hand for a firm handshake and pulled Blaine closer. Andy squeezed Blaine’s arm. “Yum, I could just eat you up.”
Blaine laughed, loving the tickle of Andy’s breath on his ear. Andy stepped off the stool he was sitting on and Blaine realised the guy was his height or slightly taller. He usually targeted shorter men. Not that it was an ego thing, just a stature thing.
“So, what’s your name, Mr Delicious?”
Heat crept up Blaine’s neck. “I’m Blaine Wilson.”
“Oh, you gave me your last name. Means you want more than just a quick fuck.”
Blaine’s face heated. He’d been wondering if this man would go upstairs with him. “I didn’t come for that tonight. Not that I’m not wondering if you would be up for a bit of bumping, but for some reason I don’t want our relationship to be over that quickly.”
“Relationship? A bit heavy on the accelerator there—might want to tap the brakes.”
Blaine felt heat rush to his face. “Wow, I’m messing this up tonight.”
“Hmm, I like you and you aren’t messing anything up.”
“I know we don’t have anything yet, but I have a feeling our unattached status won’t last for long.”
“Who says I’m not attached?”
Blaine felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. He’d never felt this type of connection to another man so quickly. Even Ian, the last person he’d been intimate with outside of Clinks, hadn’t elicited a response like this.
Andy stepped closer and slid his arms around Blaine’s waist. Their gazes connected and Blaine wondered how hot a human could get before he would combust into flames. Andy leaned in, his lips only inches from Blaine’s ear, his breath tickling Blaine’s neck.
“I’m not attached, by the way.” Andy slid his hand up to Blaine’s shoulder and squeezed, then stepped away as the waiter slid Blaine’s hot wings onto the table.
“Anyone want another beer?” the waiter questioned.
“I’ll take another Shiner,” Andy said.
“I’m good.” Blaine’s stomach grumbled. It had been hours since he’d last eaten. “Do you mind?”
“Go ahead. I’ve already had a basket of wings. They were delicious, too.”
“The best in town.”
“So, Mr Tall, Dark and Much Too Handsome to be a Politician, what do you do?” Andy asked.
Blaine laughed, as he washed down the burn from the hot sauce. “That’s a huge compliment.”
“Well, you are rather good-looking. I think we’ve already established that fact.”
“No, the ‘not a politician’ part,” Blaine said.
“So you’re not a politician. Wait, don’t tell me, let me guess.”
“Go for it.”
Andy stepped back and studied him. Blaine liked the way Andy raked his body with his eyes. The man knew how to make him feel good about himself.
“You’re wearing slacks and they aren’t cheap polyester, so you aren’t a fast food manager. You smell great so I know you aren’t a sanitation engineer.”
“That’s just a fluke. Some days I come off the job smelling like crap. I probably shouldn’’t tell you, but I do want to be fair.”
“Okay, so today must have been a good day.”
“Actually, no. Today totally sucked. Not at all a good day.”
“Hmm.” Andy walked around, stopping behind him.
Blaine felt Andy’s fingers dig into his shoulders, rubbing and pressing into his muscles. He almost dropped a hot wing but gripped the food tighter.
Andy rubbed his shoulders more, hitting all of Blaine’s sore spots.
“Dang, that feels great.”
“You have loads of tension in your shoulders. So when you have a good day you stink, bad day you smell great. You could be a car salesman, but since you haven’t tried to get me into a car I’m thinking you aren’t.”
“So far you’re doing good.”
Andy came back around and sat down in front of him. “Can I see your hands?”
Blaine wiped the saucy mess off his hands and held them out. “What do you think?”
Andy took both of Blaine’s hands in his, sending a shiver straight through Blaine’s body to his dick. Andy hung his head over Blaine’s hands and grunted a few times, totally oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking in Blaine’s body.
“Getting anything from my hands?”
“You mean other than a massive hard-on for you?” Andy winked then went back to studying Blaine’s hands.
Blaine blew out a deep breath. The man was almost too much. His touch was driving Blaine crazy. He wanted to pull Andy into a tight hug and kiss him.
“Your right hand has more calluses. See, right here.” Andy ran his fingers over the palm of Blaine’s gun hand.
“And—see here?—you have a very unusual wear pattern between your thumb and your first finger. Your fingernails are neatly trimmed and the ridges of your fingerprints have definition.”
“So what does all of this mean to you?” Blaine slid closer to Andy, wanting to catch another sniff of his delicious scent.
“You aren’t at a computer all day. Your arms are strong. The first finger on your right hand is your strongest. You have unusual wear patterns on your right hand. Maybe if you jerked me off I could determine cause.”

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