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Inspired by Joe Blog Hop – Birthday Boy
Mar 16, 2012 
Filed under: eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf
This is one of my favorite pictures of Joe. Those arms! This shot inspired my character, Coleman Wilder. He stars in Finding Release which will be available this summer from Silver Publishing. For now, I’ll whet your appetite with a flash fic that takes place after Finding Release.
Birthday Boy by Silvia Violet
Jonah stood in the doorway of the barn watching Cole slide a pitchfork into the straw then chuck it into Snowdrop’s stall. The sight of Cole’s sculpted arms flexing as he worked had Jonah’s cock starting to swell. The white tank he wore and the low light made Cole’s skin look even more bronze than usual. His jeans hung low, nearly revealing the top of his firm ass.
Cole had been doing a lot more of the physical work on the farm during the summer. A few of the hands had moved on, and as desperate as many people were for work, a lot of them refused to work for a gay man especially one that was half werewolf. They’d been short-handed for months which meant Jonah hadn’t gotten as much time with his man as he’d like, but the work sure looked good on Cole.
Jonah licked his lips, wishing he were really there to seduce Cole rather than distract him. He glanced over his shoulder. Billy, the farm foreman, motioned for him to go on. Most of the hands were gathered around the bunkhouse. The cake sat on one of the tables outside, and a few men and women were busy bringing out the feast Jonah had requested for his lover’s birthday.
He breathed in the scent of the fresh straw Cole was spreading in the stalls. It reminded him of the first time he’d made love to Cole, right here, in this very barn. Between the sight of Cole all sweaty from hard work and the memory of what they’d done in one of the stalls, he had to reach down and readjust his now fully hard dick.
Cole leaned the pitch fork against the wall and stretched, reaching his arms above his head, flexing the muscles of his back. Jonah bit his lip to hold in a groan. Then Cole looked over his shoulder and grinned impishly. He’d known Jonah was there, probably smelled him as he walked toward the barn. Did he smell the cake too?
“Showing off for me?” Jonah asked.
Cole grinned. “Maybe. Will it get me what I want?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Cole looked him up and down, staring pointedly at the bulge in his pants. “Come here.” His low voice was full of command.
Jonah walked, keeping his pace slow.
Cole growled. He was in a fierce mood. And a rough go with him was exactly what Jonah wanted for lunch. Maybe he should just tell the men to eat the cake themselves.
As soon as Jonah was in arm’s reach, Cole yanked him against his chest. His eyes were dark with lust. “You want me to fuck you right here on the straw, don’t you?”
Jonah could hardly breathe. “Yes.”
Cole slide his lips along Jonah’s neck and nipped at the tender skin. “I love the way your dirty minds works.”
Jonah nodded. “Mmmhmm.”
Cole kissed him, and he forgot all about birthdays and cake and lunches. His tongue tangled with Cole’s, and he pushed his hands under Cole’s tank top, sliding them over the sweaty muscles of his back.
Cole pushed one of his hands between them and cupped Jonah’s cock. Jonah arched into him. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to fuck right now.
“Cole, you in here?” Billy called from just outside the barn.
Cole pulled away from Jonah’s lips long enough to yell. “No!”
“We need you out here.”
“I’m busy!”
Jonah fought the lust clouding his brain. They had to stop. He pushed at Cole’s chest, trying to break his hold. “You should see what he wants.”
Cole shook his head. “Later.”
“Cole, I need to talk to you now,” Billy hollered.
Cole let Jonah go. He scowled toward the door. “This better be good.”
Jonah grinned. “It is.”
Cole narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t?”
Jonah’s cheeks heated. He looked down at the floor.
“I told you not to make a fuss.”
“Just go out there.”
Cole grabbed Jonah’s hand and strode toward the door. Jonah had to jog to keep up. When the stepped outside, a shout of “Happy Birthday” went up from the gathered crowd.
Cole smiled graciously and color rose to his cheeks. Shep, one of hands Cole had known for years, carried the cake toward him. “Happy Birthday, Boss!”
“Thanks!”
Cole’s appreciation shown on his face. Jonah had been right to ignore his request for a quiet birthday. Cole squeezed Jonah’s hand as he blew the out the candles and everyone started to sing.
Later when most of the men and women were settled at the tables, tucking into a hearty lunch of barbeque and all the best fixin’s, Jonah leaned against a tree and watched, glad his plans had gone over smoothly. Cole came up behind him and pulled Jonah into his arms. He nuzzled Jonah’s neck. “You’re gonna pay for tricking me.”
Jonah laughed. “You love this.”
“I enjoy being with people I care about and seeing all of them happy, but you disobeyed me.”
Jonah shivered. “Then by all mean, you should punish me.”
“When I get you alone. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the week.”
Jonah was in the mood to tease though he knew his ass would pay for it later. “I thought the birthday boy got the spanking.”
Cole growled. Jonah could feel the vibration against his back. He sank into his lover’s arms, warm and content. Even when Cole was grouchy, he was the sexiest man Jonah had ever met. “I’ve got another surprise that you’ll like better.”
“You, naked and obedient?”
Jonah laughed. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, and no one’s allowed in the house unless there’s an emergency.”
Cole groaned and tightened his hold on Jonah. His hard cock pressed into Jonah’s back. He traced the outer edge of Jonah’s ear with his tongue. “It’s going to be a long, rough afternoon.”
Jonah sighed. “I’m counting on it.”
Meet Cole and Jonah in Finding Release. Available at Amazon or ARe.
Abandoned is available for pre-order!
Mar 5, 2012 Filed under: BDSM, book release, D/s, erotica, excerpts, m/m, sci fi
Don’t you love this gorgeous cover by Reese Dante?
Abandoned is available for pre-order now.
Blurb:
Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.
When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?
Unedited Excerpt:
Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the
prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin’ hot it belonged in
an oven. He didn’t know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to
give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he
could and headed straight for the interrogation room.
A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush,
spying on their enclave. Lark’s morning had been hell so far, and a vicious
interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door
stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than
an interrogation room. At least that’s what it had been for his predecessor, and
the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the
man he’d assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He
wouldn’t dwell on how low he’d sunk since he’d left his partner to die in a
Lithusian prison cell.
The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound
wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the
weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped
down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he’d have a deadly infection in no time.
Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced
defenses. Thus, he was Lark’s ticket off this cesspool of a planet.
The man’s clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn’t help but admire his muscular
body. His gaze slid over the captive’s hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his
pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When
he saw the man’s face, he froze. No. It couldn’t be. His former partner would
have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark’s
nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in
this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as
he pleased.
Lark’s cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew
what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness?
A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at
that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he
was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.
There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to
know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had
captured in the jungle was Derek’s private issue ship, then he’d finally
forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might
say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only
care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had
left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.
Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He’d wanted him for
years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB.
Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their
relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If
he wanted to live, he’d do whatever Lark told him to.
From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing
an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look
of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his
ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He
would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.
Lark needed the man’s piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for
believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor,
he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately,
he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to
find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .
Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark’s
men from turning on him, in the same way he’d turned on the man he had been sent
here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to
examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he
saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek’s back. If he let himself think about
how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.
“Leave us,” he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope
of getting some play time.
Pre-order it now at Silver Publishing!
Bear Talk Blog Tour – Johnny Miles (NSFW)
Feb 28, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, excerpts, eye candy, guest blogger, m/m, web event
Welcome to the Bear Talk Blog Tour. Johnny Miles is here with me today to share some thoughts about bears and share an excerpt from his wonderful book, The Rosas of Spanish Harlem. When you’re done, see the bottom of the post for links to more Bear Talk goodness.
Be sure to leave a comment for the chance to win an e-book version of The Rosas of Spanish Harlem!
I’ve always known I was different from other boys. I just had this innate feeling about it but was never able to verbalize, let alone think it to myself. I lacked the words at such a young age.
But here are some ironies for you to ponder.
Even from before I ever saw “The Wizard of Oz” my favorite animals were, and still are, lions and tigers and bears. As for my favorite childhood movie, you’re correct if you guessed “The Wizard of Oz.” Looking back, these may or may not have been indicative of the gay man I would eventually become.
But wait. Here are two more ironies. (more…)
The Bear Talk Blog Tour Starts Today
Feb 27, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, eye candy, m/m
Woohoo! The bears are here. I’m over at DC Juris’s blog today and Louisa Bacio is visiting Johnny Miles’ blog.
Here’s the schedule of posts for the rest of the week:
Tues. 2/28
Kayla Jameth with Ike Rose
Johnny Miles with here with me.
Wed. 2/29
Margie Church with DC Juris
Hank Edwards with Kayla Jameth
Thurs. 3/1
Deanna Wadsworth will be with Hank Edwards
Tom Webb will be with Louisa Bacio
Fri. 3/ 2
Ike Rose will be with Margie Church
DC Juris will be with Deanna Wadsworth
Free Read: Paws on Me: Hibernating
Feb 24, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, D/s, erotica, eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event
The Bear Talk Blog Tour is next week. Oh the furry fun we will have! But to whet you appetite, I’m sharing a free story starring Seth and Brandon from Paws on Me. Click here to read what naughty things happen when Brandon wants to hibernate and Seth lures him out of bed with bacon.
I originally wrote this story for the Coffee and Porn blog birthday bash. You can find more free stories there.
Guest Blogger: LM Brown
Feb 14, 2012 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m
For the Birds by LM Brown
Welcome to the fourth day of my blog tour in celebration of Valentine’s Day and also my newly released Valentine’s Day themed short story.
Today I thought I’d look at the Valentine’s traditions surrounding birds – no, not women, as men in this country are wont to call us – as in the beaked and feathered kind.
Birds and Valentine’s Day have long been tied together, but I’m not just talking about lovebirds, although they, along with doves have traditionally been associated with Valentine’s Day.
Traditions are strange things, I’m sure you’ll agree, but back in olden times they were taken very seriously and it wouldn’t be unusual for a young woman to be looking out through the keyhole of her house on the morning of Valentine’s Day. What they saw through the keyhole would determine whether or not they remained single, had a love interest or married in the coming year. If they saw a single object or person then they would remain single, if they saw two or more objects or persons they would have a sweetheart, and if they saw a cock (get your minds out of the gutter people) and hen then they would marry before the year was out.
I can’t say I’ve ever peeked out through the keyhole on Valentine’s Day or any other, but the chances of seeing any poultry is pretty slim around here.
Another Valentine tradition surrounding our feathered friends is for single women to look and see what bird is flying over her head because it would tell her what sort of man she was going to marry.
Robin = a sailor – no idea on the logic of that one at all.
Sparrow = a poor man or farmer (which may be one and the same) but be happy.
Goldfinch (or any yellow bird) = a rich man.
Blackbird = a priest – sounds like some very naughty goings on in that case.
Any blue bird = a happy man.
Dove = a loving man.
Woodpecker = will not marry. So best to avoid those ones if you can!
Now I have to wonder if a Bluetit would be the bird to look out for since that would seem to indicate a happy rich husband.
In any event all the women out there should apparently take up bird-watching, just to make sure we get it right. Though I’m pretty sure the only bird we get around here that I would even recognise if it flew over me is a sparrow – since they are so common here – so I guess I better make my own money since I won’t be marrying into wealth.
Thankfully for the two heroes of my Valentine’s Day story, they don’t have to resort to looking for birds – neither the feathered kind or the female variety. They are very much gay and there aren’t too many traditions for the homosexual community for Valentine’s Day. Though considering some of the traditions out there, I am guessing most of them are quite grateful for the fact.
Blurb
Can a wrong number lead to Mr Right? Nick Davis’s life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger starts leaving messages on his answer machine. Is there hope Nick can become more to Connor Hayes than just a wrong number?
Excerpt
Nick Davis stumbled from his bedroom into the kitchen, cringing at the bright sunlight of the January morning. He snapped the blinds down, causing him to simultaneously sigh with relief at the more subdued light and groan at the sound, which echoed far too loudly for his liking. Every step he took was careful and measured, so as not to make his aching head pound any more than necessary. He spared a glance at the blinking red light on the answering machine: a new message. Suspecting it to be a slightly belated Happy New Year greeting, and probably a loud one, Nick left it for the moment. He headed for the fridge and a hangover cure in the form of hair of the dog, also known as a nice cold beer.
Damn, what did I do last night? He remembered meeting his mates at The Red Lion for a night out on the town. They’d had a few drinks there before moving on to The Royal Oak. Then they’d headed out to the city, where things started to get a little hazy. He did recall Marc screaming Happy New Year down the phone at least an hour early, but midnight itself was a complete blank. He supposed he should be thankful he’d made it home in one piece, and hadn’t woken up to find a strange man in his bed this morning.
After nursing his hangover until mid-afternoon Nick finally remembered the message and hit the play button.
“Hey, baby! Happy New Year! Missing you already. I can’t wait to see you again. Give me a call to let me know you got back safely. Love you.”
Nick frowned at the answer machine. He didn’t recognise the voice of the soft-spoken man on the other end of the phone. Chalking it up to someone too inebriated to dial correctly, he deleted the message and promptly forgot about it.
Available from Silver Publishing
You can also enter a draw to win a copy of the anthology during the With Love, Valentine’s Day Blog Hop which is running on my blog from 11th February to 14th February.
Where to find L.M. Brown
Bear Talk Blog Tour
Feb 13, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, chat/contest, m/m, web event
I love petting a nice, furry bear, don’t you? From February 27-March 2, I’ll join a group of fantastic m/m authors to celebrate bears. I’ll be offering a copy of Paws on Me for your furry reading pleasure. And they’ll be sexy pics galore. Check back here for links and more information.
Sex on the Hoof tied for Best Paranormal of 2011
Jan 27, 2012 Filed under: D/s, erotica, m/m, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter, vampire
I am so excited to announce that Protect and Serve: Sex on the Hoof tied for Best Paranormal/Fantasy of 2011 at Love Romances Cafe. I am amazed and honored and thankful for everyone who voted for this book. It’s a very special book for me because it’s my first m/m story and Jason is one of my all time favorite characters.
Sex on the Hoof is available here and here and a FREE short story, Sex on the Hoof: Crimes in the Lab, that takes places later is available for here or or for download here.
And now for a sample of Jason and Drew….
I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.
My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. Alright, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.
So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me, she and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I. Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.
As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.
As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.
He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.
Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him – his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew . . . No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.
I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.
My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.
His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”
Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.
“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I was in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.
My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “good I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life” or “good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead”.
Free Story: Paws on Me: Hibernating
Jan 26, 2012 Filed under: bears, free story, m/m, men in uniform, paranormal, shapeshifter
One of my favorite blogs, Coffee and Porn in the Morning is celebrating their first anniversary with free reads and publisher giveaways. I’ve contributed a story starring Seth and Brandon from Paws on Me. It’s titled Hibernating and involves bacon, pancakes and bears – a fantastic combination. Follow this link to download it.
Then go here to find more free stories by an amazing list of talented authors.
Guest Blogger: Amylea Lyn
Jan 24, 2012 Filed under: guest blogger, m/m
Today I’m welcoming Amylea Lyn to my blog. Pull up a chair, grab some coffee or tea and get to know her….
Tell us about your latest release.
My latest release is titled Love’s Crash Landing. It will be available from Silver Publishing on February 4th.
Originally, the story was my first ever weekly blog story, with updates every Monday. It turned out to be a huge success, and there was just no possible way my readers would allow me to get away with not sending it in for submission.
The story revolves around Gavin Howard, an ex-Marine turned farmer, who finds a spaceship crash-landed in his cornfield. He takes the little alien man in, who turns out to be a Prince named Mi’Kel, who is on an interplanetary mission to save his dying planet. Gavin tries to keep the alien safe from the government hunting him, and finds out that true love doesn’t care what planet a person is from.
But as we all know, aliens are very different from humans, so there are more then a few surprises along the way. *winks*
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
My favorite genre to write in is paranormal and fantasy. I love vampires, werewolves, elves, witches, sirens, etc. I could write stories about them every day for the rest on my life and never get tired of it.
That being said, I also enjoy writing stories with elements of science fiction and contemporary themes too. But if I am writing a contemporary story, more often then not there will be a dash of something paranormal to liven things up a bit. LOL
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books?
Okay, I have a confession; my favorite character is usually the one whose story I’m currently working on. I get so in tuned with them, and I cherish them despite their obvious faults.
I love all of my characters, really I do…. But if I had to pick just one it would have to be Jacob Blackthorn, the Native American police officer from my book, Dream a Little Dream. He was my first “dream man” character and I’ve always had a soft spot for him.
I also adore Cael, also from Dream a Little Dream, Tom from Let’s Get Familiar, and of course Ash, from Nature of the Beast.
Is there a style or genre of writing that you haven’t tired yet but you’d like to explore?
Hmm, I’ve dabbled in a lot of different styles (and sometimes failing miserably I might add) but the one genre I’ve always wanted to try would be a historical novel. I greatly admire the authors who spend so much time and effort doing research to make their books the best they can possibly be.
If I ever find myself without a project or WIP, I think that’s what I’d take a stab at writing.
How do you make time in your life for writing?
One word…Schedule. Schedule, schedule, schedule! I try to plan my days around shifts for my “day job” and writing time. Often it’s hard to find time during the week, so I’ll pick one of my days off and lock myself away to do nothing but write.
Of course, my insomnia also helps. If I can’t sleep, I usually end up writing.
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I love reading. I own over 200 paperbacks, and over 1500 ebooks. I’m an avid reader and always have been. I love any type of book that can take me away from the “real world” for a little while and allow me to relax. And I read all types. From historical to mystery, paranormal to contemporary, and everything in between.
Some of my favorites are authors like Sean Micheal, Amber Kell, and Stormy Glenn. But I also like classic literature, like Charles Dickens, William Butler Yeats, Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson.
If you decide to take a Saturday off, what are we likely to find you doing?
Sleeping… writing… gardening… canning something…writing some more…. and playing fetch with my cat. Yep, I said fetch. She’s a weird one. *grin*
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Shy, Clever, Zany, Witty, Helpful, Odd.
Describe the perfect meal.
Ohh, walnut shrimp over a bed of sticky white rice, a side order of crab rangoons, and a big old glass of sweet-tea.
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
Hmm… If I were a desert, I’d probably be a slice of Black Forrest cake. The rich dark chocolate cake would be my silent, mysterious and shy side, while the cherry filling would be my sweet personality once you managed to get through my shy exterior.
Plus, it’s my favorite cake! I wanna add a slice of that to finish off my perfect meal above. LOL
To learn more about me and my books, visit my website or stop by my blog.
Blurb for Love’s Crash Landing:
Gavin Howard lives a simple life on his farm, keeping to himself and staying under the radar. That is all changed late one night when a spaceship crash lands in his corn field. So what is a simple farmer to do when he finds an injured alien lying in his back yard? Take it inside and care for it until it can “phone home,” of course.
But Prince Mi’Kel Ta’Rulen is not what Gavin expected. Beautiful, gentle, and on a mission to save his dying planet, Mi’Kel needs Gavin’s help for more than just his injuries. Can Gavin help Mi’Kel find the solution to save his people all while keeping the little alien safe from the Earth governments hunting him?
Gavin finds himself falling in love with the being from outer space, but can he find it in his heart to let the little alien go when Mi’Kel’s ship is finally fixed? Or will Mi’Kel’s secrets drive them apart when the alien needs his farmer the most?
Excerpt for Love’s Crash Landing:
Gavin Howard jumped out of bed the moment he heard the sound of the crash.
He’d been sleeping soundly, exhausted after a day of planting crops in the field behind his small farmhouse, when a loud boom shook the house down to its foundation and a blinding flash of light lit up the entire room.
Jerked from a pleasant dream involving two male belly dancers and a lot of whipped cream, Gavin opened his eyes as his befuddled brain struggled to catch up. Glancing at the clock, Gavin groaned when he saw the glowing red numbers read 2:17am. Lights shone from his back yard, just visible through his bedroom bay window. The red and orange flickering moved hypnotically and beautifully. It took a long moment before he realized what he saw.
Was that—? Holy shit, my back yard is on fire!
Before he even realized he had moved, Gavin jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over his half-hard cock, not bothering to do up the buttons completely. He grabbed his shotgun and charged down the stairs like a herd of buffalo were after him.
Before he even reached the kitchen and back door that lead outside, Gavin heard his old Blue Heeler, Bo, going wild, barking like a demon-possessed hound. The dog threw itself at the screen door again and again, blocking him from getting to the back yard and only quieting his howls to whimpering and whining when he spotted his beloved owner rushing into the room.
Gavin grabbed a flashlight from below the sink, patting Bo’s head as he went by.
“S’okay boy, I got it.” He opened the door, then turned back to push Bo back into the house when the mutt tried to slip between his legs. “Stay, Bo. Stay!” he commanded, not wanting to put his dog in danger until the back yard was safe. He shut the door, taking a deep breath to ready himself to face whatever had disturbed his sleep so violently.
Gavin turned, ready to face the issue at hand.
And promptly dropped the flashlight he held.
“No way…” he muttered, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. He couldn’t reconcile what he saw with what his brain knew had to be possible. He looked around. Nope, no cameras or microphones anywhere to be seen. Bo still whined from inside the house. Gavin gave himself a little pinch on the leg with his one free hand and hissed at the sharp, bright pain blossoming on his leg. Well, he wasn’t dreaming, which meant what he was seeing had to be real.
The scene before him seemed impossible, unbelievable…
Gavin just stood there, stunned, gun hanging from limp hands, mouth hanging open.
What the hell is going on?
No way could there be a crashed spaceship sitting in the center of his cornfield.
Pulling together his now-tattered courage, Gavin reached down to pick up the fallen flashlight, and then carefully started to approach the smoking wreckage, gun ready to shoot at the smallest sign of movement. Times like this, he was glad his military training gave him enough experience to keep himself safe as he approached apossible danger zone. His eyes were trained on the sky, for what, he didn’t know—more ships maybe?
Because as much as he wanted to deny what he was seeing, there was no doubt about it; he was definitely looking at a large silver spaceship.
The ship didn’t seem to be much taller than his tractor but definitely appeared wider; at least twenty feet across in an almost disk shape. The smooth sides shone silver, with an iridescent sheen that probably served as camouflage while the ship flew. He’d seen a weak rendition of just that type of thing years before while he’d been on special assignment in the Marines. Although, what he saw back then didn’t even begin to compare to the stunning object before him.
The fallen ship gave off a thrumming feel, vibrating deep in his chest with a low hum, almost like when a next door neighbor played a bass guitar in his garage. Gavin could still remember those days from back when he lived on the base. He knew there was sound coming from the amplifiers, but it was too low for him to actually hear. He could feel the static energy and vibration on his skin, but no sound could be heard.
All of the sudden, Gavin realized that what he was seeing might be real. As a kid, he’d always been a comic book fan and loved the old Star Trek TV show. But never in his life could he have imagined something like this.
Hot damn! He had a real live flying saucer in his back yard.
Love’s Crash Landing is available for pre-order from Silver Publishing.
