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March 13th, 2012
Breathless Press is pleased to share their latest releases, upcoming releases and more with readers.
There is something for everyone at Breathless Press. Let your imagination go wild with one of their wonderful books.
Congratulations to Raven McAllen And Emmie Harrison on their releases this week.
Newest Releases
Precious Polly by Emmie Harrison
A Naughty Nursery Rhymes Story
Erotic Historical Regency Romance, BDSM
When Polly meets the handsome Mr. Flinders, he shows her a whole new world of discipline.
Polly is unlike the other eligible young ladies in her town. She cannot play the pianoforte and has no desire to sit about, acting hostess at boring parties those of her social status are known for having. She’d much rather let her dreams and fancy take over, whisking her thoughts away so that she can place focus on more interesting things.
When Mr. Flinders decides that it is he who must tutor her in the art of the pianoforte, opening her up to the idea of becoming an accomplished lady, he reveals a very different method of discipline than she’s used to. One that leaves her aching for more and willing to do whatever it is he asks of her.
Excerpt:
“Oh, good sir!” Mrs. Woodmore replied. “That would be most wonderful! Perhaps she’ll be more inclined to listen to you. Goodness knows she never does me.”
“Mother,” Polly chided, her cheeks burning crimson.
“Then it is settled.” Mr. Flinders turned to look at Polly. She marveled over his face, warm and handsome, so full of presence.
Mrs. Woodmore, who seemed more than happy, curtsied and dismissed herself from both her daughter’s and Mr. Flinders’ presence. As she left the two standing together in the foyer, she hummed happily until she finally disappeared into another room.
“Miss Woodmore,” Mr. Flinders then added after Polly’s mother had left them alone. “From now on, I am your teacher. Do you understand this?”
Polly just stared at the man, her eyebrows furrowed. Still looking at him, she knew her expression had gone blank, making her appear…lost.
Mr. Flinders moved closer to Polly, his body mere inches away from hers. “You are to do as I tell you now. You are my charge. If you disobey, there will be discipline.”
Polly’s eyes widened as a wave of fear washed over her. “Discipline, sir?”
Mr. Flinders chuckled. “Yes, my dear Miss Woodmore.” He paused a moment. “Miss Woodmore. That’s so formal, isn’t it?” he asked, though he clearly wasn’t asking for Polly to reply. “Since you are now under my care, I shall call you Polly. You, however, will still refer to me as Mr. Flinders until I tell you differently.” Again Mr. Flinders paused. “Do you understand what I am telling you, Polly?”
Swallowing while blinking rapidly, Polly nodded her head. “I do believe so, Mr. Flinders.”
Mr. Flinders gave Polly another dazzling smile. “Do not be so worried, Polly. If you do not understand, you will in time. I will see to that.” He took her hand in his own and brushed his lips against it, so soft, so gentle. “I shall leave you for today, Polly. But tomorrow, I expect you at my estate no later than ten in the morning. I will not tolerate tardiness.”
Polly gave Mr. Flinders another nod. “I will be there on time then, Mr. Flinders.”
“Indeed you will.” At that, Mr. Flinders gave Polly a bow and saw himself out.
Polly stood there for several minutes, trying to understand what had just happened. So quickly this man, one she’d met by pure circumstance in the wood, was turning her life upside down. As she tried to process it all, her lips suddenly began to turn upward into a smile. Yes, everything was straying from the path she’d seen so clearly before her. Now it was dark, full of mystery, and oh, how she found that exhilarating.
Almost Entente Cordiale by Raven McAllen
Erotic Historical/Regency Romance Menage (MMF)
A woman with two husbands—husbands who are lovers. Is this a relationship doomed to failure?
Only she can decide.
When Julien returns from France, he did not expect to find his lover ballock-deep inside a woman. Especially when that woman is his own wife!
Christianne knew Alastair had a lover, but she did not expect that lover to be the husband she thought was dead.
As a marriage of convenience turns passionate, can the three of them make their illicit relationship work?
Or will Christianne have to choose which husband to keep?
Excerpt:
“Do…not…move…your hands.” The command was gasped out between forceful thrusts. “Stay as you are. Do not come. Use that will. Keep trembling, but do not overspill. I am going to fuck you so hard and long you will tremble in more than your cock. Lud, my lover, I have long dreamed of this moment. My lode star during those long, dangerous months away from you.”
Alastair was silent, and again his eyes welled up. If only he had not broken down this day, so much angst would have thus been avoided. Whosoever spoke that “if only” were the two saddest words in the English language, spoke naught but truth.
The time for contemplation of past, present, or presumed sins, was not at this moment. This moment was for pleasure. Pure, sinful, cock-induced pleasure.
Their harsh breathing was intermingled with the noise of balls on flesh, of rustling garments, of nipping kisses. Alastair found his hands were gripping the desk so hard the pain was invasive, but he had no thought to move them.
Julien’s thrusts became perceptibly more vigorous. Ever assertive, now they seemed to be asking questions, insisting on answers. He gave the only one he knew.
“Yes. Yes, my love. Deeper, faster. Ah, now. Now, now…ahh! Now!” His shout was as one with Julien, who stiffened and came at the furthest moment of penetration. Alastair knew, for a certainty, Julien had touched his soul.
He felt the weight heavy on his back as Julien slumped, exhausted, on top of him. His lover was muttering softly in his father’s language, and in Alastair’s highly charged state, it took several moments to comprehend.
He hurried to reassure him. “No, no, mon coeur. Je t’aime. Truly, my love, and always.”
Alastair lay supine, unable to move to gather Julien to him, without pushing him away first. “My dear, you are all I say and more. Come, let me cleanse you and explain.”
Slowly he felt Julien move backward, his cock still held tight between Alastair’s cheeks. Alastair groaned his pleasure at those arousing tingles still running through him, at his cock still hard and wanting.
“You wish me to release myself?” A soft kiss was pressed to his neck, and he felt his cock taken hold of firmly. “Wish me to stay tight in your arse and fist you? Or shall we disengage, and let you gain your release inside my aching arse?” He could feel Julien harden in him as they spoke. Truly a dilemma; delightful, but a dilemma nonetheless.
“I wish—” Did that thready voice truly belong to him? “I wish…”
“I wish also.”
His head whipped round, as did that of Julien.
The Price to Pay by Raven McAllen
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Cougar Romance
Do a friend a favor? Easy. Persuade the woman she’s your soul mate? Not so easy. Does this cougar romance stand a chance?
Raig was only doing a favor for a friend. Who’d have thought the mum he was “babysitting” would turn out to be the woman of his dreams?
Raig could see their future; Vairi could only see the age difference. He may say “you are only as old as the man you feel,” but she couldn’t do the forever he wanted. Too many obstacles stood in their way, especially when she finds out Raig has not been telling her the truth, even though she too has secrets she’s not willing to share. Can they open up and put their doubts behind them to discover how satisfying a cougar romance can be?
Excerpt:
“Wha—” Sheesh, what did he sound like? His slipped his hand under the few buttons still fastened and moved unerringly upward, feeling soft, silky skin, springy curls, and a wet, beautiful clit. “Oh my, my Vairi, you truly continue to surprise me in the most magnificent ways. All this for me? What a welcome.”
“Mm. Well, I had a shower, and there didn’t seem much point to put clean underwear on when I was hoping you’d just take them off again.”
“Indeed not.” He eased his fingers inside her as he spoke, dancing them together, moving them in then out to caress and tease her clit. “It would have used up precious time, time when I could be slipping my fingers inside you like I am now. So much more fulfilling, I’m thinking.” With his other hand, he made short work of the rest of the buttons, smiling his appreciation as the two sides of the dress fell apart revealing her body, tanned and toned with tantalizing white strips across her breasts and pussy. “No nude sunbathing then, Vairi My Queen? As a possessive man, I like the thought that these precious places are not for everyone to view, just me.”
Her eyes, which had been half closed, seeming with passion, sprung open. “No one possesses me, Padraig O’Shea. No one. I am my own person, not anyone else’s. Understand?” Those deep blue eyes flashed at him, daring him to disagree.
He didn’t. Oh my. Feisty, as well as arousing.
“I wasn’t meaning it like it sounded, Vairi, I would never dream of possessing you in that way. I just like the idea that you don’t bare your all for all to see. I don’t like the idea of other men seeing those glorious breasts and that secret, sensitive clit. I’m man enough to enjoy the idea that they are for my eyes only. That is my idea of possessive. I’m hoping you’ll feel the same about me. I don’t bare my all for others to see.
Although,” he said humorously, “I confess, I do go topless.”
He saw her lips twitch. “You sod. There I was, getting my knickers in a twist—well, I would have been if I’d any on—and you disarm me, poof, just like that. How the hell do you do it?” She shook her head. “However, I can see you are daring enough to go topless, you shameless creature. No tan lines.” She was pulling his T-shirt up as she spoke. He helped by removing his fingers from inside her as it came over his head, replacing them immediately after, and caressing her clit as he did so.
“Does that feel good, my Vairi?’
“Oh God, yes. Very good. Shit, Raig you’ve got magic fingers. But I want to feel you in me.” She gasped. “Feel your cock in me.” Her hands stole to the hard ridge pushing against his jeans. “I want to see.”
“Patience. We’ve all the time we want; there’s no rush,” He soothed with his voice as he excited with his hands.
She screamed. Raig swiftly covered her mouth with his, drinking in her pleasure, holding her tightly as she shook and came in an explosive climax.
She gasped. “In me. Now. Please, now…aah.” He moved his fingers and felt her shudder again. Her hands moved to his fly and clumsily began to open the zip. He drew in his breath sharply. She seemed to understand why.
“Don’t worry; I won’t catch you in it. I’ve a feeling your cock is much too important to both of us to do it any damage.”
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August 21st, 2011
 A Librarian’s Desire
Series: The Beginning’s Trilogy , Book 1
By: Ava Delany | Other books by Ava Delany
Published By: Breathless Press
Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Romantic Literature
Published: Jul 08, 2011
ISBN # 9781926930756
Word Count: 6,238
 Also Available at Amazon
Summary:
When an innocent preppy girl gets too drunk at his frat party, Daniel knows he has to keep her safe. Prequel to Librarian’s Love.
Erica loves her studies. Library Science, the smell of history…it intoxicates her. But when she gets drunk at a frat party and reveals a bit more than she intends to in a game of Never Have I Ever, she finds her life of books and card catalogues not quite as satisfying as the handsome man whose attention she attracts.
The mousy librarian doing drunken keg stands grabs Daniel’s attention from across the room. What a fascinating study in contrasts—one he can’t wait to discover what mysteries her drab blouse and glasses may hide. And after hearing her sexy answers during Never Have I Ever, he’s more determined than ever to know her secrets before the game is done.
Excerpt:
The librarian’s eyes were unfocused. She was about to pass out in a den of wolves. He wouldn’t let that happen.
He turned to her. “Come with me.”
“If I want to live?” She giggled. “Come vish me if you want to live.”
Her imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t very good. However, considering the amount of alcohol she’d drunk and her petite size, she shouldn’t be able to speak, let alone imitate old movie stars.
He stood, offering her his hand. She placed her palm in his and he yanked her to her feet. She paled.
“Where do you live?”
He tried to catch her gaze as she swayed.
“Do you live on campus? We need to get you to your dorm. Who did you come here with?”
“I don’t feel sho good.”
Damn.
He led her to the stairs and helped her up to his room. Opening the door, he led her inside.
“You know something?” she asked, stumbling a step. “You’re probably the mosht handsome man I’ve ever sheen.”
Unsteady on her heels, she tried to step into him, but tripped and stumbled into his arms. She was soft.
Amazingly soft. And she smelled like strawberries. Such a sweet and innocent scent for a frat party attendee.
He inhaled sharply, his body responding to her closeness. His pulse pounded, rushing to engorge parts of him he wouldn’t be using tonight—at least not with this girl so damned drunk. He’d never been the kind of guy to have sex with a girl this smashed. It seemed far too much like taking advantage.
“You can sleep on my bed.”
“And where will you shleep?” Her voice went quiet. “With me?”
He clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying yes. She was an unusual girl. By the end of the game, she’d held up three fingers. She liked public sex, she’d watched two people have sex, and she’d worn a costume during sex. He was curious what it might have been. A kinky girl in the guise of a bookworm. Interesting.
“No.” He released the soft skin and clenched his fists at his sides. “I’ll be on the floor.”
She pouted and he found himself wanting to kiss those lips. To bite that spot on her neck where she’d rubbed so many times. To—
“What if I want you on the bed with me?”
Stepping forward, she swayed again and fell. Once more, he caught her and helped her stand. When she looked into his eyes, his pulse quickened. He’d never seen a sultrier look. Her eyes blazed and the wisps from her disheveled bun framed the delicate bones of her face. Despite her short stature—more than half a foot shorter than his—she managed to pull his head down and stand on her toes to meet him.
Her lips covered his. The sweet and innocent kiss made him doubt her revealing answers to the game. Perhaps he’d been right about her the whole time. Then, she deepened the kiss, and a blast of erotic heat rocked him on his heels.
Research Your Romance
by Ava Delany
 Thanks for joining me on this leg of my Beginnings blogtour. Today I want to talk about research and the importance of using people when you research. As a writer, it’s easy to say ‘police officers are too busy to answer my questions.’ ‘Why would a lawyer talk to me without charging a fee?’ ‘How would I even go about getting information about these and so many other occupations?’
Don’t worry so much. People are more willing to help than you might think, especially if you tell them you’re writing a book. Use your local yellow pages, do a google search. You can find law offices and police stations, hospitals and fire stations, all willing to answer questions. Don’t worry about bothering them either. Tell them that you are writing a novel, and what you need to ask about (in general), and that your schedule is flexible. They will tell you when to call back or come by if they are too busy. Some people, I’ve heard, will even read over a scene or manuscript, with an eye to accuracy where their profession is concerned. But you have to ask. You won’t get the answers you seek until you do.
For Captivated, Dominated, and Fallen, my fetish club series, I talked to the owner of an adult lingeree line about some of the styles that the heroines wore. She also had more than a little knowledge of fetish clubs.  I talked to a librarian for research when I wrote A Librarian’s Desire, the first book in my newest trilogy. (Watch for A Soldier’s Woman [9-09] and A Surprising Day [11-04]). She was more than happy to give me information about studying to be a librarian—and frat parties. Lol.
 If you’re shy or still concerned about talking to people live at their jobs, you can also use internet resources that get you in touch with these people. First, most websites have a contact us section. You can ask the IRS tax questions, the LAPD about procedure, ask a doctor medical questions, and more.
I’ve also found a site with a number of ask the expert links. I’ve looked at a few by subject and most seem to be genuine, working links, so give it a look.
Remember, you should always double check the validity of any internet site you use.
Ava
My Website: http://www.avadelany.webs.com
Blog: http://letstalkromance.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000666455673
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/avadelany
CONTEST
Good morning everyone,
I hope that you’re having an awesome Sunday. First, I want to thank Ava for dropping by The Cafe and allowing us to be a part of her blog tour. Second, I’d like to thank Breathless Press for providing one (1) lucky winner with a copy of A Surprise Day.
In addition, since it’s my blog anniversary this month, I’m also going to provide the same lucky winner with a copy of The Librarian’s Love and A Librarian’s Desire. Woo-hoo! The books should be read in the following order: Librarian’s Desire, Librarian’s Love, and A Surprising Day.
To be entered in the contest, tell me which book intrigues you the most. Easy-Peasy!
Now for the rest of the rules…
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Cafe
2. Must answer the question
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win
4. Must have fun!
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Tuesday evening to leave a response in the comment section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Good Luck Everyone!
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August 19th, 2011
 Giving Up by Lee Brazil
Truth or Dare Series, Book 3
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Contemporary, Mainstream, Romantic Suspense, Light Bondage
Also Available at:
Amazon, Bookstrand, and 1 PlaceforRomance
Summary:
Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?
Brandon Blake has a problem. His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more. Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live. He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s’ stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing. Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.
Dr. Arden Gray knows about control. A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around. She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same. Brandon Blake is a surprise. When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man. But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for. If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!
Excerpt:
He stood automatically, reaching out to shake her hand in greeting and murmuring a polite good morning. A slight heat rose in his cheeks, and he hoped to hell the blush wasn’t visible. And why the fuck a simple handshake with the doctor should cause him to blush, he didn’t know, but something about her made him feel self-conscious and uncertain in ways he hadn’t felt since he was a wild sixteen-year-old serving as his beautiful mother’s escort to wild Hollywood parties.
He stiffened his spine and forced himself to meet those sharp blue eyes, unwittingly squeezing her hand just a little too tightly. He watched as the blue eyes flared wide then narrowed, and Dr. Grey gently removed her hand from his. The heat in his cheeks grew, and he felt his stomach churn alarmingly. He and Trick were about to have more in common than he’d ever thought possible if he couldn’t calm down soon.
Dr. Grey led him into her office, and he took his usual seat on the plush leather chair in front of the desk. Somewhat surprised, he noticed that instead of taking the chair adjacent to him as she normally did, Dr. Grey seated herself behind the neat steel and glass desk. Crossing her hands on the desktop, she met his questioning gaze calmly, and Brandon let out the breath he hadn’t realized he held. His roiling emotions calmed as he took in her stillness, and even his churning stomach was soothed. This was different, but not wrong.
Or so he thought until she spoke.
“I’m afraid, Brandon, that I can’t keep you on as patient any longer.”
Panic flared. “What? Why not?” His stomach heaved, and he forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose, swallowing rapidly to prevent the consequences of the sudden lurch. He was sure nothing of his feelings showed on his face. He had twenty-three years of practice since his mother’s death at making sure of that. He couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Because I can’t help you in a professional capacity. I’ve given you the tools to manage your problem; you’re an intelligent man, and you can resolve your issues from here on your own.” Her voice remained the same as it always had, soothing and cool, her gaze untroubled and calm.
Damn. How had he come to depend on that calmness in such a few meetings? How would he deal without the soothing effect her voice had on his nerves and stomach? Quickly pulling in resources to hide the shocking sense of abandonment he suddenly felt, Brandon grasped the tiny thread of anger and blew it up.
He surged upright and waved his phone in her face. “Fuck. I could have been at the office heading off a dozen major crises! See this? It’s called a cell phone. I have it with me all the time. Next time you need to change our plans, use it!”
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Truth or Dare
  
Happy Birthday to Breathless Press!
From Lee Brazil
Hi, thanks for having me here at Black Ravens again! I’m Lee Brazil and I write primarily m/m romance. My latest book though, is m/f, and that, let me tell you, is a whole different kettle of fish! I’m not going to whine here about how hard it was to write though – I’ve done enough of that elsewhere this past month.
But a few readers have asked me, “Why did you make this one m/f?” And I thought I should probably explain that. You see, my critique partner and I discussed the series, and I reluctantly agreed that it would stretch the belief too much to have all four of the Blake Brothers be gay. (I know. It’s fiction, and it’s not like the series is realistic, is it?) So, Brandon lucked out and he’s the token straight guy- except, he’s not.
When I first wrote this series, I had no idea it would actually be published – nor did I realize quite how firmly some people drew the line between m/m and m/f romance. Some readers refuse to read m/m. Some refuse to read m/f. Some people didn’t like Telling the Truth because it was a ménage. Readers have a wide a varied appetite for fiction, but not all of them enjoy the same tastes. That’s pretty cool, because not all authors write the same things. It works out.
If I’d known last October that readers would be surprised by the inclusion of an m/f book in my series would it have led to a different story for Brandon Blake? Probably not. You see, the Truth or Dare series is primarily about family. Family comes in many shapes and sizes, many combinations. Some couples are m/m. Some couples are m/f. Some couples aren’t couples at all.
Sometimes the path to love is smooth and easy (think Mischa and Donovan of Keeping House). Sometimes it’s fraught with miscommunication (As in the case of Terry, Dex and Trick of Telling the Truth). And sometimes, it’s about learning a new way of doing things. Brandon and Arden both have issues with control, and each of them needs to learn when to allow the other to exercise that control.
Backing up a bit, when I wrote this series, I had no idea it would be published. I wrote it to fulfill a need of my own, and a friend convinced me that it was worth subbing. (Thank you, Havan!) She also convinced me that I should ignore other people’s advice – Never go with a publisher less than five years in the business – and sub to Breathless Press.
So, I did. I attribute the success of this series to the excellent professionals at Breathless Press. Victoria Miller created gorgeous covers for all of the books, Michayla Hart is a fantastic editor, and the whole team has been awesome to work with!
I just found out that Breathless Press turns 2 this month. So please join me in wishing them a very successful, exciting third year in business…
Cheers to you, Breathless Press! (Raises glass of wine in tribute)
(Sings off key — cause I’m never on key… you’re lucky I’m not three words behind)
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday Dear Breathless Press
Happy Birthday to You.
From good friends and true,
From old friends and new,
May good luck go with you,
And happiness too.
CONTEST
Hey Lee,
Thanks for dropping by again. Tell Wally that we said hello. Little man has two new cocker spaniels named Max and Jax. I’ll be introducing them at some point this weekend. Also Happy Birthday to Breathless Press. Woo-hoo! The Cafe is two years old this month as well.
So, what’s up for grabs???? How about one (1) lucky winner will receive a copy of Giving Up. Trust me, you definitely want not only Brandon’s story, but the entire series. It’s really good. If you don’t believe me, check out Jaymes’ reviews of Keeping House and Telling the Truth at The Readers Roundtable. 
Here’s how to enter: Just leave a response wishing Breathless Press a Happy Birthday. Easy-Peasy!
Now for the rest of the rules:
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Cafe
2. Must answer the question
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win
4. Must have fun
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Sunday evening to leave a response in the comments section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Good Luck Everyone!
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August 15th, 2011
 VN2 by Gwen Sebastian
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Erotic Romance, M/M, GLBT, Action/Adventure
Length: 93,232 word count
Summary:
One man wants to die. The other wants to be left alone. Bonding will change everything.
Ian Davidson is a Truebred, son of a general, and a soldier uncomfortably destined for an officer’s role in the military. Worse, he’s got a gift; he can read other’s thoughts and feel their emotions. His father has used him to get ahead in his own career despite the fact that Ian can’t quiet the voices in his own head. But when the Bond chooses Nathan as his mate, the pain ebbs and the voices cease. If only he could be sure bonding with Nate doesn’t mean he’s going to be controlled by a partner as much as he’s been controlled by his father, and his destiny.
Several months ago, Sergeant Nathan Williams lost his Bond partner in battle and along with it, his will to live. But a trip to the local recreation hub for black market supplies buys him more than he bargains for – a Bond with a new partner, Lieutenant Ian Davidson. There is something about Ian that forces Nathan to believe that the Bond between them could be stronger than his previous one. If only he can convince Ian to give in and give the Bond a chance.
When Nathan is captured on VN2, the worst post in existence, Ian is forced into new territory that he’s not familiar with – the leadership of a reluctant special forces team and his newly discovered feelings for Nathan. The struggle to accept the Bond spills into the battlefield, and Nathan is pushed to the brink with memories of his old Bond. It becomes sexual tension hell as event after event threaten to tear the couple apart when both want nothing more than to tear each other’s clothes off.
CONTEST WINNER!
Good morning everyone and Happy Monday!
Okay, well, maybe not Happy Monday, but we are off to another week, which means that the kids will be going back to school soon. Woo-hoo!
Before I announce today’s lucky winner, I want to thank Gwen for dropping by The Cafe. In addition, I’d like to thank Breathless Press for being the sponsor of this contest and providing a copy of VN2. In addition, the luck winner will also receive a copy of Lost and Found, compliments of The Cafe. Woo-hoo! One winner – two books! You can’t beat that with a stick.
Please remember that the lucky winner was selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG. Any author, automated, publisher, or duplicate responses were excluded from the contest. The generator selected comment #3.
With that said…the lucky winner is…
KAREN WOOD
Please contact me off-line at blackraven [dot] contests [at] gmail [dot] com to claim your prize.
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August 10th, 2011
VN2 by Gwen Sebastian
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Erotic Romance, M/M, GLBT, Action/Adventure
Length: 93,232 word count
Summary:
One man wants to die. The other wants to be left alone. Bonding will change everything.
Ian Davidson is a Truebred, son of a general, and a soldier uncomfortably destined for an officer’s role in the military. Worse, he’s got a gift; he can read other’s thoughts and feel their emotions. His father has used him to get ahead in his own career despite the fact that Ian can’t quiet the voices in his own head. But when the Bond chooses Nathan as his mate, the pain ebbs and the voices cease. If only he could be sure bonding with Nate doesn’t mean he’s going to be controlled by a partner as much as he’s been controlled by his father, and his destiny.
Several months ago, Sergeant Nathan Williams lost his Bond partner in battle and along with it, his will to live. But a trip to the local recreation hub for black market supplies buys him more than he bargains for – a Bond with a new partner, Lieutenant Ian Davidson. There is something about Ian that forces Nathan to believe that the Bond between them could be stronger than his previous one. If only he can convince Ian to give in and give the Bond a chance.
When Nathan is captured on VN2, the worst post in existence, Ian is forced into new territory that he’s not familiar with – the leadership of a reluctant special forces team and his newly discovered feelings for Nathan. The struggle to accept the Bond spills into the battlefield, and Nathan is pushed to the brink with memories of his old Bond. It becomes sexual tension hell as event after event threaten to tear the couple apart when both want nothing more than to tear each other’s clothes off.
Excerpt:
Doc spoke to him, trying to get his attention, but Nathan ignored him. He had more important things to worry about and they centered around the young Truebred. The officer still shifted, keeping the wall at his back, trying to keep an eye on everyone even as he shook his head.
Something that had died with Ben six months ago woke anew in Nathan. The Bond whispered at him, insistent, nudging him with the realization that the young officer would be his new mate.
And that made Nathan pause as he realized what was happening. It had been more than eighteen years but he could still remember when the Bond had recognized him and Ben for each other.
Now it recognized two incomplete souls that were meant to be a whole, the Bond singing along Nathan’s nerves. In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and he would no longer be alone.
This could not be happening—he couldn’t, shouldn’t be Bonding—again.
But the Bond continued to urge him to go to the Truebred who would be his new mate. For a long moment, the room disappeared around him and Nathan found himself standing on a different plane, the young officer there with him. They looked at each other, the other man in confusion as the newly forming Bond shimmered around them. Nate reached for him…
Nate! Listen to me!
Doc grabbed his arm, trying to pull him around but Nathan yanked free with a growl. Back off, medic!
The remaining Regulars who had backed the officer into a corner must have sensed the guy was near the end of his rope. With nods to each other, they started to advance on the Truebred. The lieutenant raised his head, eyes brilliant and shifted his weight forward. It was apparent to everyone he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“Damn brat, you’re gonna know respect when we get done with ya’.” The one with the broken nose motioned his two buddies to close in.
The room hazed red in front of Nathan’s eyes. There was no way he was going to let these bastards get hold of that officer. The Bond called him, pulling at him, reminding him that the officer belonged to him. He felt like he was on fire.
The Bond recognized him as Nathan’s and that was all Nathan could understand.
The Regulars closed in, the lieutenant backing up against the wall, head still held high. In the part of his mind that was still sane, Nathan could hear Doc relaying Sean’s orders to the rest of the team to help out.
Broken Nose made a grab for the Truebred even as the Flannigan twins grabbed his two buddies from behind. Nathan lunged between the Regular and the lieutenant, shouldering the bastard back. “Back the hell off, now!”
“You got no claim here, Bonded!” Broken Nose’s eyes were filled with fury. He came at Nathan, fist raised.
His vision still hazed in red, Nathan grabbed the man by the arm and slammed him hard against the wall. Dazed, Broken Nose slid to the floor. The Flannigans had the other two well in hand when Nathan turned to the young officer.
Forgetting about Broken Nose, Nathan faced the Truebred. They needed to get the hell out of there. Nathan needed to get the Truebred someplace safe. He reached out, grabbing him by the arm even as the other man looked up with large, dark eyes.
It was like coming into contact with a live, electrical current.
White-hot pain knifed through Nathan’s mind, stabbing behind his eyes and driving him to his knees, gasping for breath. He was besieged by the roar of hundreds of voices, overwhelmed with alternating waves of fury and terror that tore into his thoughts. Lost in an instant in a sea of confusion, he caught a disjointed vision from eyes not his own, looking back at all of them, himself included as he lay on the floor. All of it was hazed in red, like his mind was on fire and being pulled apart at the same time.
Someone was screaming and Nathan couldn’t be sure it wasn’t him.
Controversial Characters
by Gwen Sebastian
 Sometimes things happen that are beyond your control and are completely unexpected. This happened to me last year with the publication and subsequent reviews of my first romance novel, Lost and Found. It seemed a lot of people really enjoyed the book but didn’t much care for Mark Connor, who had, let’s say, more than a few flaws.
I didn’t intend for Mark to become controversial when I put his character together from several real life Vietnam vets. I wanted him flawed, I wanted a character who underneath all the bitterness, swearing and alcohol was genuinely afraid to start living again. Who didn’t feel he deserved another chance at happiness.
I like writing characters that are believable and in Mark’s case, raw. I like writing men who are men. That doesn’t always go over well in a romance novel, even if it’s a military romance. I wanted a character that even if you didn’t much care for him, you could understand why he was what he was and what had gotten him to that point in his life.
Mark Connor isn’t exactly PC and I never wanted him to be. What I wanted was a man who served in the Army for two tours during the Vietnam War. He was an infantry soldier more commonly called, a boonie rat. Most of these kids (and they were mostly kids at eighteen, nineteen or twenty) dealt with life and death daily. They drank, they swore, they smoked, they called each other names and went into the local villes to go whoring. Was everyone like this? Of course not but given the circumstances and your chances at surviving and going home, many of them were.
Mark was one of those who were never able to leave the war back in Vietnam, even forty years later at the age of 58. He’d lost his closest friend and lover there and when Ryan died, Mark in many ways died with him.
When Josh Myers, a former Marine meets him for the first time, he recognizes that Mark is complicated. And what starts out for Josh as a possible fun roll around the bed turns into more than he bargained for when he actually falls in love with Mark. He does this despite seeing Mark at his drunken, surly worst.
For me, it would be way too easy for Mark to just jump into bed with Josh, even if it was a no strings attached bout of sweaty guy sex. Mark is complicated and what he finds developing with Josh is just as complicated. Mark is who he is but that doesn’t mean that he can’t, eventually, come around and finally reach out to Josh. The story is what he goes through to get there.
I put my characters through hell before they get the payoff. In my newly released novel, VN2, Ian Davidson, a young officer, is a fighter. His entire life has been dictated by his father and he’s had enough. But in running away, he ends up in the wrong place at the right time and Bonds to Nathan Williams. Again, a choice made for him and because of that plus a lot of misconceptions about what Bonding is, Ian fights it and Nathan despite the complete misery it puts him through, both physically and emotionally. It would be easy for Ian to capitulate and he comes close on more than one occasion, but that’s not who he is.
Unlike Mark, who has a lot of vices, I didn’t design Ian to be controversial. (I didn’t Mark, either, but somehow he turned out that way.) Ian is headstrong, angry and fed up with never being allowed to make his own choices. Everyone tells him what he should do, even in accepting the Bond with Nathan. And the more people push him, the more he digs in, damn the consequences.
It takes a major turn in circumstances for Ian to start to realize that he does have choices.
Ian is completely different from Mark, but like Mark, he can’t and won’t come to the realization that he can be happy. Ian isn’t all raw edges like Mark. He’s young and inexperienced and been lied to a great deal of his life, but he’s not bitter or an alcoholic. And hopefully, you as my reader won’t find Ian as controversial. His circumstances and the attitude in general about Bonded were designed to be the controversial part, much as gays in today’s military are.
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Lost and Found by Gwen Sebastian
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, M/M, GLBT
Length: 34,000 word count
Summary:
Sometimes even a hero needs someone to save him.
Mark Connor doesn’t feel like a hero even though he served two tours in Vietnam and survived a vicious ambush that took the lives of all but a handful of men. But he lost his best friend and lover, and now he refuses to be close to anyone. That makes his instant attraction to Josh a real problem.
Josh Myers hires on with Mark to help him with a remodeling job. A survivor himself of a Beirut bombing, he embraces life with open arms. But he can’t get his new flame to take an interest in love, in life, or in himself.
Alone in the northern Outer Banks in January, Mark clings desperately to his past, even as Josh offers him a future he doesn’t think he deserves.
Excerpt:
On a whim, Josh leaned around Mark, reaching for the bowl on the other side of him. Sweet Christ, he smelled good. With total disregard for personal space, Josh pressed against the other man as he reached, pinning him back against the counter. Mark wore a faded t-shirt, the fabric soft and warm against Josh’s bare skin. Josh felt muscles stiffen as Mark froze under him, eyes widening. Josh saw a flash of attraction and confusion in Mark’s dark gray eyes. Pressed groin to groin, the seams of the other man’s jeans rough against his now growing erection, Josh felt Mark’s instant and unmistakable response.
For a long moment it hung there between them, electric and charged. What started out as mischievous, even playful, could be something more. The urge to kiss this man flashed across Josh’s mind, impossible to ignore until he saw fear come into Mark’s eyes.
CONTEST
Both of these books are hot! They’re definitely going on my to-buy-list. With that said, how about we have a little contest. One (1) lucky winner will win a copy of VN2 compliments of Breathless Press, and a copy of Lost and Found compliments of The Cafe.
Hey, you guys need to know what happens between Josh and Mark. Hell, I want to know what happens.
Here’s How to Enter: All you have to do is leave a response in the comments section regarding what turns you on about either of these stories. Easy-Peasy!
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Saturday evening to leave a response in the comments section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Now for the rest of the rules….
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Cafe
2. Must answer the question
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win
4. Must have fun!
Thanks for dropping by Gwen and Good Luck Everyone!
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August 5th, 2011
 The Barn Dance by Camryn Rhys
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 19,428 words
Summary:
Mindy Edwards can’t bake to save her life, but with no where else to go, she returns to the one place she’d avoided for six years. Her boss’s son, Leo—still strictly off-limits—doesn’t help her starved libido, and what’s a girl to do when she could barely keep her job as the cook?
Leo Fortiss has never quite gotten over his first love nor did he expect her to return and pretend they didn’t have a heartbreaking past, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t save her from all the other cowboys–who definitely weren’t after her burnt buns and horrid cooking. He proposes a trade: he’ll teach her to bake bread if she’ll come to the big Barn Dance with him.
Mindy accepts, but when things heat up in the kitchen, she finds history repeating itself. Will she run or risk her heart a second time?
Excerpt:
Just sex.
That was the only way she could think about it. They were like animals, in their lust, and they needed to slake it. Otherwise, if they got into feelings and hearts and futures, it was just too complicated. And Mindy didn’t do complicated anymore.
He glanced at the front of his pants and colored. She’d never seen Leo blush before, but it was really beautiful—a deep, dark mahogany color that spiraled through his face in patches.
“It’s okay, Leo. I want you, too. You just can’t see it.”
His eyes traveled down her body and rested on her chest. “I can see it.”
Self-consciously, she grabbed her breasts and felt the pebbles underneath her bra and shirt. Leo hissed and closed his eyes.
“Do not do that, Min. Please, God, don’t do that.”
She looked down at her hands, cupping her small-ish breasts, pressing them up into her ribcage. It wasn’t a sexual movement, but obviously, Leo wasn’t being discriminating at this moment. So she released them.
His gaze didn’t move from her breasts, and they tightened under his watchful eyes. The charge in the air left her without breath. All she could do was picture Leo stretching across the counter, and her jockeying his hips like a bronco rider at the rodeo.
If he was having similar fantasies, he didn’t let on. “Can we just make these rolls so they can rise? Then I’ll get out of your hair, and we can both walk this off?”
“Do you have to be here while I do it?”
He laughed. “No, you’re right, I don’t. I’ll just…let me do one, and then you can do the rest by yourself.”
Leo walked around the edge of the kitchen, careful to keep his distance from her. He pulled one of the flat cookie sheets from under the counter and took a paper towel from the roller next to the sink.
“You want to make sure to grease these pans. Dad probably would prefer butter, but I think lard works the best.”
Mindy resisted the urge to ask if his mother taught him that. Last time, he’d shut down so quickly after she mentioned May. And she was secretly hoping that his lust wouldn’t abate, and he’d just throw her up against the counter and pound into her.
She could use a good pounding.
Writer or Author???
by Camryn Rhys
I used to roll my eyes (sometimes all the way into the back of my head) whenever I read an author interview where their advice to aspiring authors was, “Finish the (expletive) Book.” In fact, I believe I wrote an entire blog about it. Scratch that. Rant. I ranted.
Then I finished and sold my first book, and still I rolled my eyes. Mostly because I’d written the book I sold in such a short time, and been so into it. Yet I had probably twenty unfinished projects sitting around in various shades of done.
I didn’t realize the importance of this advice until I wore around my First Sale ribbon at RWA11. I went to the PRO Retreat and heard Renee Ryan (among others) talk about finishing books. One of the women I spoke with after that went so far as to say, “if you’re not finishing books, you’re not a professional writer.” I had never considered that before.
But she was right. If you don’t finish a book, you can’t sell it. If you don’t sell it, you can’t make money at it. If you can’t make money at it, you’re not a professional. Sure, you can be a real author or a real writer without making money at it. But you can’t be a professional. That’s the very definition of the word.
Just ask the NCAA.
College athletes are amateurs. They do not make money from their talent. When they sign a contract with the NBA/NFL/NHL/MLS/MLB, then they become professionals because that contract comes with payment. These amateurs go pro and they get paid.
Once again, let me repeat: you can’t get paid if you don’t sell a book, and in order to sell, you have to finish. It used to be a cliché to me. Today, it’s a truth.
Yesterday, I rolled my eyes. Today, I finish books. Yesterday, I was an amateur. Today, I am a professional. And I plan to stay that way for as long as I can, because I love it.
What about you? Do you consider yourself a Writer or an Author? How do you treat your projects? Have any tricks to help me (or others) finish books?
Thanks so much for having me. You can find my blog at http://camrynrhys.blogspot.com and at http://dirtybirdauthors.blogspot.com. I’m on Twitter @camrynrhys and Facebook @CamrynRhys. I’m on Google+, and you can buy my book on Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and the Breathless Press website.
CONTEST
Good morning everyone and Happy Friday,
OMG! We’re almost there. Just a few more hours and it will officially be the weekend. So, let’s start it off with a bang, shall we. First, I want to thank Camryn for dropping by and sharing her hot story The Barn Dance with us. Second, I want to thank Breathless Press for being the sponsor and giving one (1) lucky winner a copy of The Barn Dance. Woo-hoo!
As for the question: Let’s go with what Camryn asked: What about you? Do you consider yourself a Writer or an Author? How do you treat your projects? Have any tricks to help me (or others) finish books?
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Sunday evening to leave a response in the comments section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Now for the rest of the rules…
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Cafe
2. Must answer the quesiton
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win – if you do win, please tell us which book when you email us
4. Must have fun!
Good Luck Everyone!
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August 4th, 2011
 Benefits of Sharing by Leslie Lee Sanders
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Erotica, erotic romance, ménage, contemporary
Available August 12th 2011
Summary:
Cara Matthews is about to turn thirty and for her it’s the death of her youth and the beginning of the dull years. Her husband James is aware of her sudden grief and surprises her with something that should take her mind off of aging…young Isaac.
Maybe Isaac could help Cara create her very own wild and crazy experience to share…in more ways than one. And therefore help her transition smoothly from her twenties to her thirties.
Cara is all too eager to finally experience the excitement she’s been desperately craving but she’s also a little skeptical. Exactly who is Isaac and why is he so eager to please?
EXCERPT
“Hi,” she greeted the delivery guy.
“Hello,” he said with such a deep voice, she did a double take just to be sure the sound came from the tall young man standing before her. He smiled. “Cara Matthews? These are for you.”
“Thank you.” Her husband was definitely the best. Already his gift had cheered her up.
The delivery guy handed her the dark purple irises in their clear glass vase. They were her favorite color and flower. “There’s a note in the middle for you.” He beamed.
“Oh, I already know who they’re from.” She smiled again, said “thank you,” closed the door, and turned to go back inside. Once in the kitchen, she set the flowers down on the center of the table and smelled a few of them. A fresh, sweet floral scent filled her nostrils. Perfect. She grabbed her cocoa and quickly drank the rest of it before washing the mug and putting it back in the cabinet. Then she sat down at the kitchen table before her leather-bound diary. She glanced at the flowers and the little white note that stuck up from the purple petals. She carefully plucked it out and read it.
We talked about the benefits of “sharing,” and I think it’s the perfect time to do just that. You deserve a special gift for a special day, and he’s outside waiting for you. Now invite Isaac in, and be sure to thoroughly thank him. Happy birthday!
Love, James.
Cara read and reread James’s message. Was she reading it clearly? They had talked about what fun it would be to invite someone into their bed for a threesome. They even laughed at how it could further strengthen their marriage, but she had thought the entire conversation was just a joke, a way of entertaining themselves. She turned the card over, expecting to read, Gotcha! I cheered you up, didn’t I? But no such words were there. It was blank.
Isaac?
Was James serious?
Cara immediately went back to the front door and looked through the peephole again. There he was, the delivery guy, pacing back and forth on the porch.
“This must be a joke,” she mumbled and cracked the door opened. She peeked through the slit. “Isaac?”
He grinned and stared at her with light brown eyes. “You gonna invite me in?”
“Who are you?” she asked, frowning, unsure.
“I’m Isaac. James sent me.”
“For what?” Cara glared, waiting for him to confirm what was written on the note.
He laughed uneasily and whispered, “To help you feel better,” then winked.
Although she was a bit hesitant, Isaac looked harmless and even a little tense. She opened the door wider to get a better look at the guy.
ABOUT LESLIE LEE SANDERS
 The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends her time writing erotic romances (mostly in the gay and ménage categories). She currently has two books available for mature teen readers and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print.
Leslie has a passion for writing MMF ménage because she’s fascinated with unconventional erotic relationships. Part of the fun of writing ménage is fulfilling the fantasies of her women characters and readers by allowing them to indulge in fiery lust with not just one but two men.
She’s eager to explore and illustrate the passion men could have for one another in her gay erotic romances, and nothing feels more perfect to her than the combination of boy love and the unconventional. In Leslie’s erotic romances anything goes.
CONTEST
Good morning everyone,
I hope that you’re having an awesome Thursday. We are one day closer to the weekend. Woo-hoo! First, I want to thank Leslie for dropping by and sharing her upcoming release with us. Second, I want to thank Breathless Press for sponsoring this contest and giving one (1) lucky winner a copy of Benefits of Sharing. Woo-hoo!
Okay, so here’s the question: If your significant other was into sharing (and keep in mind that this is strictly hypothetical…or maybe not…LOL!) who would he share you with? Who would you want him to share you with? I know…I’m really, really bad today.
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Saturday evening to leave a response in the comments section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Now for the rest of the rules…
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Café
2. Must answer the question – don’t be shy
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win – also please let us know the book you won
4. Must have some fun!
Good Luck Everyone!
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August 3rd, 2011
 Shelton in Love by Dianne Hartsock
Publisher: Breathless Press Publishing
Genre: Paranormal, Erotic Romance, GLBT, M/M
Length: 8,701 word count
Also Available At
Summary:
Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil’s dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton’s desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil’s mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton’s secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.
Excerpt:
Shelton slid into the passenger seat as Nevil held the door, watching him as he settled in. Then suddenly Nevil bent down and kissed him full on the mouth, sending shocks of electricity straight through him.
Nevil lingered over the kiss, bringing a startled moan from Shelton as pleasure churned in the pit of his stomach, slipping down to his more intimate region. He couldn’t get enough of Nevil’s taste nor the way the man’s tongue twined with his own, seeming to wrap around his soul.
He was bereft when Nevil left him to circle the car to the driver’s seat. Without a word Nevil slipped the key in the ignition and started the engine. Shelton was intensely aware of his hand only inches from Nevil’s thigh as he shifted gears, grinding a few in his hurry. They exchanged a grin and Shelton’s pulse thundered in his ears. He was terrified suddenly, but he pushed it down. He had to trust someone again, sometime.
Shelton’s heart stumbled at the thought. Frantic, he closed his mind to the possibility of rejection, wanting this night with Nevil, aching to have the gorgeous man in his arms, pushing into him. It would be worth any heartache that followed.
Nevil parked the car in front of their apartment and shut off the motor. His beautiful eyes smoldered as he gazed at him and Shelton could hardly breathe when he touched his cheek. Nevil shifted on his seat and leaned over to claim Shelton’s mouth again with his own.
The kiss was different this time, urgent, demanding, drawing an instant response from Shelton’s love-starved body. Nevil’s tongue plundered the soft lining of his mouth, plunging in and out until Shelton’s head was spinning with a nameless yearning. He slipped his own tongue between Nevil’s lips and thrilled at his soft moan. The scent of Nevil’s cologne became a pleasure in itself, alluring, seductive, swamping his doubts in an overwhelming need.
Nevil’s kisses burned down his neck and Shelton leaned his head back to give him access as he deftly undid the buttons on his vest and the shirt beneath, spreading them open to expose his chest. Shelton’s tie was still in place, in stark contrast with his white skin. Nevil rubbed the silk over one of his nipples with a decadent laugh in his throat, sending a tingle of pleasure through him. The man quickly nipped the opposite nipple and this time the current jolted straight to Shelton’s groin, making him cry out in surprise, instantly aroused, his lower body straining against the confining clothing holding him in.
Nevil’s lips teased at the hardened bud on his chest, then returned to his mouth for another shattering kiss. “We should have done this ages ago,” Nevil murmured appreciatively, slipping an arm under him to lift him closer.
A horn blared as headlights swept through the windows, a car pulling out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires. Nevil loosened his hold, chuckling as he pulled away from Shelton. “No one’s done that to me since high school.”
Shelton stayed where he was, panting, slightly dazed. Nevil took his hand, kissing his fingertips. His eyes lingered on Shelton’s heaving chest. “I could take you right here,” he confessed, his voice unsteady. “But let’s go inside. I need a little more privacy for what I have in mind.”
 Shelton’s Promise by Dianne Hartsock
Publisher: Breathless Press Publishing
Genre: Paranormal, Erotic Romance, M/M, GLBT
Length: 9,084
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Summary:
In Shelton’s Promise, even after six months my men’s love for each other is as strong as ever.
Shelton has a gift for Nevil but can’t seem to score a moment alone with him. Will Nevil ever let Shelton take him home?
Excerpt:
He took a swallow of the cold beer. God, I am tired. He never should have come out with Nevil. He didn’t have the energy for one of Stewart’s parties. His eyes grew heavy, and a dream began to form behind his lids of a warm bed and soft pillows and Nevil’s arms, when he was startled awake by someone leaning over the couch, their hands running over his chest.
Nevil chuckled in his ear. “Did I wake you? Come out with me. I’m lonesome.” He tugged on Shelton’s sleeve.
Shelton obediently followed Nevil to the door, still trying to shake the sleep from his head, when Nevil stopped him and then guided him to a dark corner of the room. Nevil backed Shelton against the wall and pressed against him.
“I could eat you alive,” Nevil murmured against Shelton’s mouth, then started a long, drugging kiss. Nevil sucked on Shelton’s tongue, drawing a response from Shelton’s penis.
Shelton cupped the back of Nevil’s head and held him in place as he returned the kiss, exploring Nevil’s luscious mouth. He wondered vaguely what man at the party had ignited Nevil, but then didn’t care when Nevil caressed his chest and slid his hands to the bulge growing in Shelton’s pants.
“Do you want to go home?” Shelton asked hopefully when Nevil let him breathe, remembering the gift in his coat pocket. He wanted to give it to Nevil now and drown in Nevil’s prolonged thanks.
“We just got here. Come on. I want to show you off.” Nevil slipped an arm around Shelton’s waist and urged him toward the kitchen. Conscious of the weight in his trousers, Shelton felt his face tingle with embarrassment when they joined the group at the bar. He gladly took the drink someone shoved into his hands. If Nevil was going to torture him all night, at least Shelton didn’t have to take it sober.
Nevil kept Shelton close as they pushed through the crowd in the living room to reach the couches. His heart dropped to his feet as they joined the group and spied Percy sitting in an armchair, looking splendid in jeans and a close-fitting blue sweater.
Percy raised his brows on seeing them. “Look, our lovely Shelton is here. How are you, dear?” he asked, his tone dripping sarcasm. Shelton wanted to smash the smirk off Percy’s face as the gray eyes looked him over and dismissed him. A smile of satisfaction touched Percy’s full lips. “Is he protection, Nevil?”
“I don’t know what you mean, dear,” Nevil said coolly and pulled Shelton to a spot on the couch as another couple left. Shelton made small talk with the people around them, all the while catching glimpses of Percy’s gaze locked onto him. Nevil leaned back on the couch, driving Shelton to distraction by playing with his curls. He pulled one of them, and Shelton met his gaze, his breath catching at the fire smoldering in the blue-green depths.
A Message from Diane!
 I’ve been asked, why m/m erotica? Truthfully, I never gave the genre much thought. Until recently. It was the novel Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite that opened my eyes to the sensual side of male romance.
Ghost’s head had slipped onto Steve’s knee, and he eased out from under it. There was a little dark spot on the knee of Steve’s jeans. Ghost’s spit. Ghost’s drunken sleeping spit. Steve rubbed it into the cloth, then absently put his finger in his mouth. A faint taste of whiskey and molasses… and what was he doing sucking someone else’s spit off his finger?
Those few lines made me sit up and pay attention. Steve’s love for Ghost slowly unfolds throughout the book. But Ghost has always loved Steve, and sometimes his melancholy would break my heart.
He bent, and instead of finding Steve’s eyes, his mouth met Steve’s mouth in a clumsy kiss.
They both grew tense. Ghost thought, No, oh no, that wasn’t what I meant to do, and Steve’s hands came up to push Ghost away.
But somehow his hands were treacherous; instead of shoving Ghost away they slid over Ghost’s shoulders and locked behind his back. Steve was pulling him closer. He nudged Steve’s mouth open just a little at first, then wide, and their tongues met like two beating hearts.
Molasses, he heard from somewhere. You still taste like molasses.
“Mmmm?” said Ghost. “What?” Their mouths untangled briefly, then met again.
Lost Souls was the first book I’d read where two men’s love was handled delicately and sweetly. I was moved by their friendship and the care they took of each other. I decided then that I wanted to write my own love story, using this same feeling of compassion and fondness.
I’ve fallen in love with Shelton and Nevil! Shelton is a gentle, loving man, with a beautiful, sensual nature. In contrast, Nevil is the flamboyant, fun loving playboy Shelton falls in love with. I enjoyed bringing these two very different personalities together, slowly reveling how Nevil comes to love my sweet Shelton.
But why did I make their romance an erotica? How else could I make love with two beautiful, hot men in the afternoon without my husband catching me? It was a challenge and joy to think of ways for my men to please each other. And of course I had to be there to guide them along!
Dianne Hartsock
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CONTEST
Good afternoon everyone,
First, I want to thank Diane for dropping by The Cafe. Second, I want to thank Breathless Press for providing one (1) lucky winner with a copy of Shelton’s Promise. Woo-hoo!
To be entered: All you have to do is leave a comment.
Of course this is an overnight contest; therefore, you will have until 6:00 PM (CST) on Saturday evening to leave a response in the comments section. The lucky winner will be selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG.
Now for the rest of the rules…
1. Must be or become a Google Friend Connect (GFC) follower of The Cafe
2. Must answer the question
3. Must leave your name and email address in case you win
4. Must have some fun
Good Luck Everyone!
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August 2nd, 2011
 The Strength to Submit by Holden Granger
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, BDSM
Length: 6,562 words
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Summary:
Caitlyn is a professional on her way to the top when she meets Cade at a business conference. Sparks fly, and Caitlyn gains a new outlook on life, lust, and love.
CONTEST WINNER!
I must admit that I do love the comments. At times, they truly bring a smile to my face. At other times, I have a tendency to raise my eye brow and ponder the statement. Either way, it’s still fun.
Once again, I’d like to thank Breathless Press for being the sponsor of this contest by providing one lucky winner with a copy of The Strength to Submit. Second, I’d like to thank Holden for dropping by and hanging out with us at The Cafe.
Please remember that the lucky winner was selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG. Any duplicated, automated, or author comments were excluded from the contest. The generator selected comment #2.
With that said…the lucky winner is…
JEN B.
Please contact me off-line at blackraven [dot] contests [at] gmail [dot] com to claim your prize.
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August 2nd, 2011
 Sex-O-Matic by Vee Michaels
Publisher: Breathless Press
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance,
Length: 6,246 words
Summary:
Holly is a struggling writer who does random product testing and reviews to make ends meet. When she faints in front of her sexy UPS guy, Marv, he comes to her rescue. He’s curious about her product testing, and together they open the nondescript brown box containing her latest assignment: the Sex-O-Matic, a machine that guarantees its user multiple orgasms. Being the gentleman he is, Marv naturally offers to help Holly test it. How can she resist?
CONTEST WINNER!
Good morning everyone,
I hope that you’re having an awesome Tuesday. Before I announce the lucky winner, I’d like to thank Vee Michaels for dropping by and enticing us with these wonderful books. In addition, I’d like to thank Breathless Press for being our sponsor and providing one (1) lucky winner with a copy of one of Vee’s books. Woo-hoo!
Just remember that the lucky winner was selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG. Any duplicate, automated, or author comments were excluded from the contest. the generator selected comment #6.
With that said…the lucky winner is…
ELAING8
Please contact me off-line at blackraven (dot) contests (at) gmail (dot) com to claim your prize.
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