Friday, 30 April 2010

May your day, be a Shay Day

I got an email the other day with the title line One of the best emails I've ever read!! attached. I don't know how other people deal with spam – but I am quite militant with my inbox, if you aren’t on my contact list – chance are you will never get through.

With a name like Erotic Horizon – the emails I get can be quite hair-raising to say the least. However someone’s name I recognize was attached to the email so I took a chance and opened it.

I was so pleased I did, not only did this email hit my inbox at just the right time, but it was what I needed at that time…

I could have send it out to all the people in my inbox and hope they read it but instead I am popping it on my blog so you all can share in this special email..

Thank you Jude for passing on this email…

 

Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
Dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do the others let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!

Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day !

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day.

 

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Review - Leave me Breathless © HelenKay Dimon

Leave Me Breathless

Author: HelenKay Dimon

Publisher: Kensington Brava

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According to Judge Bennett Walker, trying to kill him is a dumb idea. They might make him wear a big black nightgown to work, but it covers a lot of muscles, and he’s definitely packing beneath it. He’s also an ex-prosecutor and an ex-GI Joe. So when his brother brings in Callie Robbins to protect him, Ben has a few issues. First, he doesn’t need a bodyguard. Second, she’s a 130-pound girl—more smoking hot than smoking gun. And third, what if his body wants her guarding the night shift?
Callie has no problem brushing aside Ben’s disbelief. She left the FBI to escape the boys’ club, but she can be deeper undercover and twice as lethal as any beefy John Doe. As for whether someone’s after Bennett or not, the death threats and car bombs look pretty convincing to Callie. Of course, she might get distracted, sitting inches from the sexiest judge in DC for ten hours a day. Keeping him safe is no picnic. Keeping it professional—that might be impossible.

 

"I don't need a bodyguard."  Judge Bennett Walker delivered his observation as he unclipped the top of his black robe and stripped the garment off his shoulders.

Callie Robbins had to fight hard to keep from rolling her eyes.  Three denials in two minutes.  Yeah, she got it. The big tough guy in the flower print tie somehow thought he could stop a bullet simply by pretending it didn't exist.

Gavel or not, she was not a fan of pigheaded stupidity, even if it did come in a six-foot-three package of smoldering eye candy.  And this guy had the smoking hot thing down. A square jaw and light brown hair that fell in a soft line over his forehead were just the beginning of the impressive package.  She'd heard about the broad shoulders he hid under the required work outfit.  Watching his white shirt pull across his chest, she now could vouch for his linebacker form.  Thirty-eight and sat on his butt all day but there wasn't an ounce of fat on the guy that she could tell.

Still, all of the idol worship surrounding him in the Circuit Court for Montgomery County, Maryland, struck her as overkill.  From what she could tell, Ben Walker was a prosecutor-turned judge-turned-superstar in the uber-wealthy area north of Washington, D.C.  He wielded a heap of power and had all of the female courthouse clerks scurrying around to catch a peek at him.  But, really, he was just a man.  And from Callie's one-hundred-twenty seconds of experience, a very stubborn one.

"If there's nothing else..." Ben let his voice trail off as he slid into his oversized leather desk chair.

Callie didn’t bother to respond to the not-so-subtle dismissal because he wasn't talking to her.  Hell, he hadn’t even sent a small glance in her direction since she'd dodged his gaggle of admirers in the outer office to follow him into his private chambers.  No, the judge saved all of this wrath and attention for the other man in the room, his older brother by one year, Mark Walker.

"This isn't up for discussion, Ben."  Mark said in a clear attempt at reason.  "You have a target on your back."

"I'm not the one in danger."

Mark shook his head. "Your job is to rule on cases.  Leave the law enforcement decisions up to me, will 'ya?"

Callie knew Mark could handle the worst.  He had turned his tenure at the FBI into a position with an undercover division within Homeland Security charged with protecting high profile targets in the D.C. metro area.  Callie wasn't sure what the job entailed, but she knew it was a big one.  The kind where her record would likely disqualify her for regular duty, which explained why she was an independent contractor doing Mark a private favor on this job.

Since the judge hadn’t acknowledged her presence except for a brief nod after Mark's introduction, she decided to force the issue.  She was standing right there next to the judge.  Hard to imagine he could miss her, what with his big brain and all.

"Did you forget the part where someone blew up your car?" she asked.

……..

"Look, Your Honor," she said in the least respectful tone she could muster.  "Your girlfriend has security protection.  You've refused it.  From what I can tell, that makes her the smarter of the two of you."

He smiled.  "Emma Blanton is not my girlfriend."

Not exactly the response Callie expected, but at least he finally bothered to stare at her for more than two seconds.  And without throwing her in jail, that had to be considered a success.  "You and your girlfriend would be barbeque right now except that the bomb went off too early."

Ben folded his hands together in front of him on the desktop.  "True, but she's still not my girlfriend."

Talk about fixating on the wrong point.  "Fine.  What do you want me to call her?" 

"You could try Judge Blanton."  Ben glanced at his brother. "And the bomb was meant for her."

© Leave Me Breathless, HelenKay Dimon 

 Review

As soon as I read the blurb on this book I knew I had to read it, not only am I a romance suspense fan, but think hot sexy Judge having to toe the line with a female bodyguard in tow trying to keep him alive – how could I resist.

Well it didn’t happen like that exactly, Judge Bennett Walker’s life is under threat and according to his brother Mark he needed a bodyguard and he would trust no other with his safety than ex- FBI agent Callie Robbins.

From the moment Callie and Bennett locked eyes the sparks flew, Bennett wanted Callie under him more than having to follow her direction, while Callie just wanted to get on with her job and not be bogged down by any unexpected attraction.

Someone is after Bennett and with no known reason for the threat and none that can be identified – Bennett's brother and Callie close ranks around him when the threats comes too close for comfort. The threat is closer than they think and someone will get hurt before this person is caught.

I really enjoyed my first outing with Ms. Dimon, not only did I like the storyline of the judge needing a bodyguard, but the romance between Callie and Bennett intertwined with an unknown threat was a wonderful start as my first journey with  Ms. Dimon, as an added bonus there is the secondary storyline of a romance between Bennett’s brother Mark and his co-worker Emma  which I was more interested in if truth be told.

The characters were as expected, there was the opinionated bad boy Judge Bennett who felt like he could do it all and take on the world at the same time. He was crafty and when he made a decision he goes after it with tunnel vision. Despite warnings not to muck about with the help Bennett wanted Callie and brother or not, no one was going to tell him what he could and couldn't do.

Callie took a little bit longer for me to like and even up to the end I think I only tolerated her, because for a woman playing in the big leagues, I found her judgemental attitude a little more than I could stand. That said she had a whole heap of baggage carting around with her and once those were ironed out, she ended up being a great match for Bennett, as he needed someone who could hold their own, and she gave him as good good as he dished out.

Mark was the dark horse of the book and lived his life in the shadows – his on off and on again romance with Judge Emma Blanton was the highlight of the book for me. I love a tortured hero and a woman who knows when to give an ultimatum.. 

Emma and Mark didn’t get enough page time for my liking, but what I got was filled with love in the shadows, mixed messages and emotional entanglement all round and I wanted more.

The main characters were really well thought out, some of the background history needed a bit more definition, but not knowing, I am hoping leave room for Ms. Dimon to revisit these people and tidy up some of the loose ends found in LEAVE ME BREATHLESS.

The suspense was the thing that brought the two storyline together and I felt it was very low keyed and I didn’t really take it seriously.  That said, I didn’t however  know the who done it until the end and the book had enough tension filled scenes to fill the gap and move the book along nicely.

If you love Romance Suspense – LEAVE ME BREATHLESS hits all the right button. The characters are a mix bag and it’s love or hate with some of the support cast. The few love scenes tossed in were spontaneous and not over the top – just the right amount to suit the plot. 

I really  liked Ms Dimon’s  style and will be reading more of her work in the future.

 

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Thursday, 29 April 2010

Excerpt Day - Clean Slate © Aleksandr Voinov & Barbara Sheridan

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Chris Gibson finished cleaning the sniper rifle and reassembled it, fingers finding grooves on their own accord, metal and carbon pieces slotting so neatly together he imagined it was an organic entity, muscles and tendons more than parts of a weapon.

John had his legs propped up on the living room table, but Chris spotted the tension in his British teammate’s face and hands, despite his best attempt to assume that level Asian mask that only half-worked on this half-breed. Seeing that Chris gazed over, he tried to make the cell in his hand vanish. But sleight-of-hand wasn’t John’s strong suit.

“Did he text you again?” Chris asked, wiping the rifle down with a rag.

“Yeah, he did.”

“And you gave him your work contacts?”

John looked up, looking wounded. “We were going steady for more than three years, Chris. Sorry. But I did love that guy.”

Chris arched an eyebrow and put the weapon down. Making a move on his heartsore teammate might be a terrible idea, but he liked John especially because he was fairly emotional. Chris sometimes called him his “sane part,” but, of course, that was a simplification and an exaggeration. It did take a crazy motherfucker to work for GORGON. Now that John’s boyfriend was out of the picture, maybe something would happen. Wasn’t that the best way to mend a broken heart?

Chris wrapped up the rifle, placed it in a sports bag, and added a couple magazines. Five rounds should be enough for everybody, but still.

“Okay. You ready to kill that motherfucker?” Chris asked, grabbing his bag.

They drove up the hill, silent for the most part. Idle chatter or listening to music might break concentration, even though John couldn’t quite suppress the memories. Three and a half years gone, just like that. He hadn’t been an easy partner to live with, and Wayne had assumed John fucked around with other guys during all the traveling he was doing because of the job. How ironic. The missions made him feel more lonely, if anything, and while a domestic life was difficult to maintain, he’d bent over backwards to at least give it a shot.

GORGON discouraged relationships for exactly that reason. Deep undercover usually meant they matched him up with somebody who could act as if he or she was a partner. Every now and then, GORGON teammates even married—proof that whoever put teammates together could have had a career as a real matchmaker. In this case, he wondered if they hadn’t teamed him up with Chris the Manslut so he’d slow the rate at which Chris went through his many affairs. Fat chance. He’d never doubt Chris’s professional integrity, and he’d trust him with his life, but in terms of a personal life, John couldn’t get his head around Chris’s voracious appetite for more-or-less anonymous sex. Exchanging phone numbers in the morning didn’t make it non-anonymous in John’s book. Somebody at GORGON must be laughing their head off at this team-up.

He pulled the pistol from its holster and checked it again. He’d act as Chris’s spotter for the hit, meaning he protected him close range and watched to see if the target went down. Chris was by far the better marksman, so that made sense.

Chris pulled into a parking space halfway up the hill, then grabbed his bag. They left the car behind, moving uphill well off the riding trail. Despite the shade of the pine forest, it was warm and the breeze from the Mediterranean died in the thick vegetation before it could bring relief.

John cursed himself for deciding to wear the dark blazer to cover the holster under his arm. But they had decided to do the hit during the day rather than at night, because daytime was the only time when their mark was actually at home and vulnerable.

Finally, they got to the private access road leading up to the lodge. Chris took position on a rock overlooking the crossing; John settled down too. Their mark’s red Maserati GranTurismo had to slow down before getting on the main road due to the potholes. If he didn’t want to fuck up the car’s axles, he had to slow down to a crawl here, and that would give them plenty of time to blow his brains out.

It shouldn’t take longer than an hour.

No sports car. Chris gritted his teeth, but damn, two hours was nothing if he was waiting for his shot. He should be able to wait like this for a few more hours, or, if the mark didn’t show up soon, change positions with John. Getting the mark was more important than the boredom or even the fucking mosquitoes that had heard the rumor they were the featured item at the daily buffet.

As he was about to swat one of those bloodthirsty bitches on his knuckles, a car engine howled, but it came from the wrong direction. A black Jeep Cherokee barreled up the road and turned into the private street, easily bouncing over the potholes. Oh, the mark had visitors.

John tapped him on the thigh. “Shit, that’s wrong.”

“What?”

“Those guys were armed to the teeth.” John was about to break cover, but Chris had his hands full and couldn’t press him down. “Maybe they are….”

“Hmm, possibly. Not a bad solution, actually.”

“If it is a solution.” John shook his head. “Let’s go.”

“Not yet. Give them five minutes to fight it out.”

They waited, breathless, and Chris wished he’d brought some body armor. Damn them for keeping this low-key. He half-expected their mark to try and make a run for it, which would mean they could pull off the hit as planned, but as the time passed, he had to admit it was not the likeliest scenario. Then an explosion, like from a hand grenade. They looked at each other, and John clearly thought the same thing he did.

“Fuck this, let’s go,” John said.

They gathered their gear and carefully followed along the road.

Where the Jeep had crashed through the entrance, two guards were perforated and very clearly dead. Uzi, Chris reckoned. Nice work.

“Shit. That’s messy,” John muttered with more distaste than a man of his profession should have.

“Clearly meant to send a message,” Chris murmured, breaking into a jog. The grounds surrounding the opulent lodge were well-kept: park-like, while still providing plenty of cover. Up this close, they couldn’t hear gun shots, so either people did the dirty work with suppressors or the fight was over. Chris knew which one he preferred. He slung the sniper rifle on his back and pulled his Beretta as they advanced on the house.

The door had been ripped out with an explosive charge. Half the front was missing, opening the view to a generous wood-paneled hall that took most of the lower floor and two dead men; their ski masks marked them as attackers. Another dead man, half his face torn off, most likely a bodyguard.

They moved forward. Still two shooters unaccounted for, plus their mark. Stairs suspended in the middle of the house led to a second level. Another corpse on the way up: attacker number three. Further up, a bedroom with a large bathroom. In the bath, spread out over the tiles, the body of a young dark-haired woman, naked and very beautiful, limbs angled uncomfortably. Chris paused for a moment, noticing faint surgery scars under her too perfect, large breasts before he turned around.

A final gunman lay sprawled near the bed, shot twice, in throat and chest, at short range. Crumpled behind the bed, their mark, Andrei Voronin, naked and covered in blood. His left wrist was broken, a shard of bone poking angrily through the skin.

John moved to crouch near the body.

“He’s bought it,” Chris told him. “And the hooker too.” Chris patted his teammate on the shoulder. “Looks like our work here is done.” He’d already stepped away when John’s voice made him stop.

“He’s alive.”

“Not for long. He took it in the head.” Chris turned and lined up the gun. Chest, throat, face should do it. No need to make the man suffer. “I’ll just finish him.”

John stepped into his way. “He’s alive. We need to get him out of here. Stat.”

“We’re here to kill him, John. What the fuck are you thinking?”

“They said neutralize,” John reminded him in that prissy don’t even think of fucking with me tone. “But if you feel better about it, I’ll call in.”

“A couple bullets is a good way to accomplish that,” Chris groused while John pulled out the phone and pressed fast dial. A warning glance told him not to shoot the mark before John stepped to the side. It did give Chris a few moments to study the mark’s body, all toned like that of a habitual runner, his light eyes staring into nothing while the brain connected to those eyes was likely dribbling out of the temple wound. Three-day stubble, blond hair wet and shoulder-length. Nice-sized cock. If the man was a grower, that hooker had at least gone out with a smile.

John pocketed the phone. “They say ‘deal with it’.”

“Carte blanche, aka ‘fuck if we care’,” Chris translated. No fucking wonder. GORGON trusted its agents on the ground to make judgment calls. Still, they’d agreed and planned to kill Andrei. Pulling a 180-degree turn out of nowhere was just fucking irritating, especially since they had no planning in place to accommodate that.

“Let’s get a move on before somebody shows up. He needs a hospital, and fast.”

“Here’s goodbye to going to that casino after the job.” The expression on John’s face showed him there was no point in arguing. “You’re an asshole,” Chris mumbled as he helped his partner wrap Voronin in the least bloody sheet and hustle him outside.

“Fucking stupid idea, Johnny,” Chris reminded him multiple times as they picked the least unobtrusive route back to their vehicle. “And we’re going to explain this to the hospital staff how?”

They got Voronin safely into the back seat. “I’ll figure it out on the way, now move!”

True to his word, John had all the bases covered by the time they reached the nearest hospital.

Chris’s hope the mark would die on the way proved wrong. It was just a ten-minute drive—everything in Monaco was close—and John alerted the hospital by cell phone, so nurses were waiting with a gurney when they pulled into the parking lot. A whole flock of doctors and nurses came to take the patient in, and John told them some bullshit story about having found him out in the forest, giving directions that were close enough to the real place.

Damn, the boy was slick. It was one of the things Chris had always found attractive about him: he could bullshit his way into or out of anything. No wonder GORGON had recruited him.

When John sat down in the car again, Chris regarded him and his bloodied jacket. He looked agitated, flushed, but the sexiness of the look was dulled by the fact that their car now stank like a slaughterhouse. “Why the fuck, John? Why didn’t we just finish him off there or let him bleed out? He won’t make it. Have you seen his skull?”

“That’s precisely why I think he might make it. It was hard to tell, but the exit wound was as if the bullet skidded around his skull and came out near where it entered. It’s not entirely unheard of. There was a skirmish once where—”

“Oh, not that shit again.”

John fell silent. “Fine. I’ll stop. But I’m calling it in.”

Chris exited the vehicle and leaned against the fender while John worked his oratory magic on their superior, no doubt explaining why “neutralize” these days meant “getting him to ER” and setting up everything else they’d need.

The local cops would be curious, too; gun battles were rare in Europe where restrictive gun laws kept anything bigger and more lethal than an airgun out of civilian hands. Chris wasn’t worried, though. GORGON would make sure any investigation would run exactly the way they wanted. The Monaco PD wouldn’t be the first local cops that found themselves overruled from high above and their investigations canceled out of nowhere. GORGON carried the bigger stick.

When he finally got off the phone, John looked at him. “The boss says he’s our responsibility. She said ‘make the best of it’, so all bets are off.”

“And?”

“Forgers at HQ will manufacture a false identity and paper trail so one of ours claims to be next of kin and move Voronin to another facility if he survives. We take it from there.”

“Nice one,” Chris muttered. But it made sense. They knew the mark best and could work more efficiently on the case than anybody they could bring in from outside on short notice. “Short notice” was, of course, entirely John’s fault.

After the interview with the local cops, they headed back to their rented apartment in a luxury complex on the edge of Monte Carlo to shower and change. A crew from GORGON was already waiting to sanitize the car.

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Clean Slate

Author: Voinov & Sheridan

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Genre: M/M Novella

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The assassination Chris Gibson and John Soong are sent to carry out doesn't go quite as planned. They arrive at the location to find their target, Russian mob affiliate Andrei Voronin, has already been shot and is barely clinging to life. Making a judgment call, John contacts his superiors, who agree that Voronin may be more valuable to them alive than dead.

The new plan is for John and Chris to pose as Andrei's lovers until the amnesiac recovers his memory. Their task takes an unexpected turn when the agents bond with Andrei, clash with one another, and have to outwit the Russian mob who discover that Andrei is still alive.

 

 

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Excerpt Day – Chameleon Wolf: Delta Wolf 1 © Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn

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Just as he got back to the motel and almost to his room, Zac heard someone shout.  “Wait, I’m the Alpha.” That got Zac’s attention. He slowed down and turned around, eyeing the man.

            “You’re the Alpha?”

            “Yes. I’m going to slowly approach you so you can see I’m not out of my mind with lust, ok?”

            “Yeah, ok, come on though, I want to get in my room,” Zac replied. The man seemed fine. When he was a couple of feet away, Zac nodded and led the Alpha towards his room. Letting him in, he locked the door and closed the curtains. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of a pack in the area. I would have made my presence known to you.”

            “I figured as much. I’m Donatello Rain, Alpha of the local pack,” the man said, extending his hand.

            “Zac Sheehan, Delta from the Kankakee Pack. I was out this way to handle something for the council. I stopped here tonight before heading home tomorrow.”

            “Nice to meet you, Zac,” Donatello said letting go of his hand. “My Beta is keeping the others at bay until they calm down and head home, so you should be good for the night.”

            “So… we’re ok then?” Zac asked, knowing that some packs hated Deltas, killing any that are born or they come into contact with. Other packs would capture them for their gifts and the power they bring.

            “We’re good, you have nothing to fear from us, Zac. I promise as Alpha. Let me text my Beta so he can head over here when he’s done and give the all clear.”

            “Thanks, I appreciate it. There’s no way I could have gotten away from all of them.  I can handle several lusting wolves, but no way a whole bar full.” Zac chuckled.

            “Boy, would you have been sore! And I would have some dead in the frenzy I’m sure.”

            “Yeah, it’s great to be a Delta sometimes,” Zac replied with a frown.

            “Hey, I feel the same way about Alpha at times. You do the best you can. That’s all you can do, really.”

            “I know, I do, just had a hell of a hunt. I wanted nothing more than to kick back and have a couple beers, maybe get laid.  Is that too much to ask?” Zac asked. Before Donatello could answer there was a knock at the door.

            “Sam, everything go ok?” Donatello asked after he opened the door. “Matt, what are you doing here?”

            “Matt was unaffected by the Delta,” Sam replied, sharing a knowing look with Donatello.

            “Really?” Donatello asked with a goofy tone.

            “So what? What’s the big deal?” Matt asked and stopped in the doorway, just staring at Zac. “Hi.”

            “Hi,” Zac replied stepping closer. He grabbed Matt’s arm and pulled him inside the room and closed the door. “You know who I am?”  Zac couldn’t believe this was the man from the bar. He was the best looking male he’d ever seen.

            “You’re a Delta. I’m drawn to you. I’m not going crazy like the others, but I want you,” Matt said before he could shut up. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I said that.”

            “I do,” Zac whispered before lowering his lips down to Matt’s. It was just a soft brush of the lips, but Zac felt the electricity from that kiss go straight to his dick. He’d never been so hard in his life!

            “Wow,” Matt whispered against his mouth. “That’s why everyone wants to have sex with a Delta.”

            “It’s not about him being a Delta, Matt,” Donatello said from behind them.  “Only Alphas, Betas, and the Delta’s mates aren’t affected by their scent. Matt, you know you aren’t an Alpha or a Beta.”

            “You’re—really? Wow, I must have done something right in my life, I mean, you’re hot!” Matt replied beaming at Zac.

            “Glad you think so,” Zac chuckled releasing Matt. “How old are you?”

            “Twenty-two,” Matt said quietly. “Is that ok?”

            “Wow, that’s well, that’s pretty young. Are you ok with being mated that young?”  Zac asked, stepping back to look at the younger, much smaller man.  He’s got to be only 5’9” and about 150 pounds. But man, he is gorgeous, look at that body! Matt was lean, not skinny by any means, with gorgeous green eyes and angelic blonde hair.

            “Yes, of course,” Matt answered going back over to Zac and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Zac gave Donatello and then Sam a panicked look. Twenty-two just seemed so young to his thirty. Plus, Matt was so small he barely came to his chest. Being 6’4”, Zac was used to towering over people. But to be mated to someone so much smaller, wouldn’t he break him?

            “Ok, just give me a minute, Matt,” Zac replied separating Matt from him. “Let me talk with your Alpha before we talk about being mates, ok?”

            “Don’t you want to be my mate?” Matt asked softly, looking at the floor. He looked like he was trying not to cry.

            “Of course I do, I just need to deal with one thing at a time,” Zac whispered in his ear.  “Why don’t you go sit down on the bed so I can handle this?” Matt just nodded and walked over to sit on the bed while the other three men talked.

            “Be careful with him, I’m pretty sure he’s not experienced,” Donatello told Zac quietly and Sam nodded in agreement.

            “Thanks for the heads up,” Zac replied with a heavy sigh. Finding his young, probably virgin mate, was not what he had in mind when he thought about getting laid tonight. “Give me your cell number in case I have any issues tonight with any of your pack, and I’ll be out of here in the morning.”

Donatello gave Zac his number and he put it in his cell before they said their goodbye’s. Closing the door, locking it behind them, Zac headed over to the bed and sat next to Matt.

            “What now?” Matt asked, regaining some of his composure.

            “Now we talk,” Zac started, “I’m Zac Sheehan. I’m Delta of the Kankakee pack, which is in Central Illinois.”

            “I’m Matt Garrett, I don’t have a rank.”

            “So, you know if you want to mate with me, you’ll be moving, right?”

            “Of course!” Matt replied. He seemed to be surprised Zac asked.

            “And you’re ok with that?”

            “Yeah, it’ll be a little weird. I’ve only had this as my pack, but I don’t have any family left or rank in my pack. Moving to your pack makes sense.”

            “Ok, well that gets one issue out of the way,” Zac said taking a deep breath before he continued. “Do you know a lot about Deltas?”

            “The basics… you can change into an invisible wolf, you’re a loaner, and you stay away from the pack mostly.”

            “You know I also have two mates, right?”

            “Two mates?” Matt asked astounded, “Do you already have your other one?”

            “No, I’ve not found my other mate yet.”

            “Are they going to be my mate too?”

            “I’m not really sure to be honest,” Zac replied scratching his head, thinking. “I guess if you wanted to, and they wanted to. I don’t really know how other Deltas do it. We’ll just have to figure it out, ok?” After Matt nodded, he continued, “So you know I’m a loaner. I mean it’s inflicted on me in a way, but I’ve been one since I was 18 and no longer a cub. Twelve years is a long time to be by myself, so you’re going to have to be patient with me. I’m not that good at interacting with people, so I might screw up a lot.”

            “Well, my parents died years ago, so I kind of get that,” Matt said. “And I heard what they said. I’m not a virgin.”

            “Ok,” Zac replied, not sure what else to say. Instead he reached over picked Matt up and put him on his lap so he could look into his face. “But we’ll take things slow and you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like or that hurts you, promise?”

            “I promise,” Matt agreed shyly. “So, what now?”    

            “I guess if you’re ok with what I said and you don’t have any questions—do you want me to claim you?”

            “More than anything,” Matt groaned.

            “You’re so adorable, you know that? The sexiest little man I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be your mate.”

            “Me? Are you kidding me, you’re gorgeous. I feel bad you got stuck with me.”

            “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way,” Zac growled at Matt. “I noticed you in the bar before I could smell you were my mate. I wanted you then, and now you’re mine!”

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CHAMELEON WOLF

Delta Wolf 1

Authors: Stormy Glenn with Joyee Flynn

Publisher: Siren Publishing

Genre: Gay Ménage

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Zac Sheehan is a Delta wolf, the council enforcer, sent out to eliminate those that broke the rules. It’s a lonely existence, leaving him on the fringes of werewolf society. All Zac wants is to find his mate and live in peace.

While on a mission, Zac finds the one thing he’s been looking for all of his life, his mate. Matt is everything Zac ever wanted in a mate, loving, caring, and drop dead gorgeous. Zac couldn’t be happier, or so he thinks. But as another mission looms, Zac discovers that things could be more dangerous than he thought. The wolf he’s been sent to eliminate is his other mate.

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Excerpt Day – Six Pack Ranch Bk2 - Rocky Mountain Haven © Vivian Arend

Excerpt:

Fingers fleetingly brushed her thigh, and she took a quick breath.
"Our problem?"
"Getting alone."
Another stroke, higher this time. She shivered in spite of the heat of the pool. "Daniel, what are you doing?"
He leaned back, resting his head on the tiles. "Trying to decide what I'm going to do to you first." His dark grey eyes bore into her and she swallowed. Her libido kicked up a few notches.
"First? Here?" The words squeaked out of her. Shit, shit, shit. "Daniel, we're in public. We can't..." He grabbed her foot and tugged it into his lap, rubbing her insole hard with his thumbs. "Oh damn, that feels good." She adjusted until she sat across from him, propping her other foot on him without any hesitation.
He chuckled. "You mean I just needed to offer a massage all this time to get you into my evil clutches?"
She returned his grin and winked. "Yeah, I'm easy that way." The instant heat that smouldered back made her sex ache. Beth closed her eyes and sank into the water, enjoying his touch far more than any massage she'd gotten since the accident.
The last couple of times they'd come to the pool Daniel had been all about the kids. Oh, he'd been courteous and helped her get where she needed to go, but he'd kept most of his attention on the boys, enticing them to try a few floats and swimming strokes. Playing tag and generally wearing them out. She'd relaxed in the warm water of the kiddie pool, clapping and nodding when the request 'look at me, Mommy' rang out for the millionth time.
Something warm had sprouted in her heart as she watched him with her sons, seeing him move without an agenda except to have fun and enjoy their company.
It gave her hope, far more than she wanted it to.
Now he turned all that focused attention on her. He rubbed and caressed her feet, one at a time, then switched back and did her calves. By that time she was boiling alive between the heat of the water and the heat of his touch. Her breasts ached and the core of her body felt hollow and empty. When he tugged her by the hand she shook herself alert, slightly dazed.
"Come on." Daniel helped her out of the hot tub, draping her towel around her neck before offering his elbow to her. She limped at his side, leaning on his arm for balance. He carried her crutches in his other hand, the ones she used to get around in the change room until she put the brace back on.
"Where are we going?"
"For some non-vanilla."
She stumbled and he steadied her quickly. "You're not serious," she hissed.
"Never been more serious in my life."
Holy cow, he was too.
He nodded politely at the ladies as they maneuvered past the deck chairs. One woman eyed him hungrily and Beth wanted to hang a sign around his neck saying 'Taken'.
Where the hell had that come from? She beat down the feelings of jealousy as fast as she could. Daniel and her were just...friends...although it appeared they were about to enjoy some benefits. Oh, sweet Jesus. The heat racing over her skin had nothing to do with the hot tub they'd just left.
Daniel turned down a side hallway between the men's and ladies change rooms, glancing behind them cautiously before opening a door and leading her in. It was one of the family change rooms. The rectangular room held a small wall mounted bench and a larger shower enclosure at the far end. He closed the door and the click of the lock echoed loud in the room.
"Holy Shit, Daniel, what--"
He spun her in his arms, and swallowed the question. He took control of her lips, clutching their bodies together tightly, kissing her madly. She gave in, the need for him having built too high over the past days to try and deny anymore.
Teeth and tongues, wet touches, simmering need. All she could do was feel, all she could think about was the way her body reacted. He peeled off one shoulder strap of her tank top suit and fastened his mouth to her breast. Sucking the tip hard, he nipped and licked and drove her mad. He leaned her back on the wall and torn down the other strap, one hand cupping the round of her breast before feasting on it in turn. Every nerve in her body sang out, the constant ache in her leg fading to nothing as pleasure rose higher and higher. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to her intimately. The repetitious tug of his lips teased and ramped up her need.
It only took a second for him to strip away the rest of her suit, and her hands flew up in an attempt to cover her torso.
"Oh darling, you're gorgeous. Don't hide, don't let yourself doubt how fucking incredible it makes me feel to see you naked in front of me." Daniel spoke quietly, his hands clasping her fingers gently and tugging her arms to the sides. Beth planted her palms against the wall for balance, her legs spread wide.
"Oh sweet mercy, woman." He drew a finger down her torso as he knelt at her feet and her belly fluttered under his touch. He leaned closer and took a deep breath in through his nose. "I can smell your desire. You're wet, just thinking about what we're going to do, aren't you?"
Her legs trembled. "What are we going to do?"
His wicked grin flashed up at her. "I already told you. Non-vanilla. We've got forty five minutes left."
With one hand he separated the curls of her body, touching her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. Again and again he circled a finger along the sensitive skin of her sex, her labia and her clit pulsing in time with her heart. A single finger slipped into her depths and he licked her clit and she moaned.
"You can make some noise, but no screaming, okay? I'll take you somewhere for the screaming sex another time."
"Jesus, Daniel, shut up already and...holy fuck." He bit her clit and the top of her head nearly blew off, it felt so damn good. Another finger joined the first and he stroked and teased her, inside and out now, his tongue moving rapidly against her throbbing clit. His fingers plunged into her faster and faster until there was no hope of holding back and her orgasm flashed like a wild fire. He slowed his strokes, drawing out the waves until she grasped his head and dragged him away from her now too sensitive center.
He rose and those eyes caught her in his spell. He stripped off his swim trunks and she swore at the size of him, his erection slamming into his belly as he stood. He pulled a condom from the towel on the counter, rolled it on and stepped closer.
"Daniel, how are we going to--"
He kissed her wildly, that massive cock caught between their bodies, the heat of it branding her belly. When he finally pulled away they both gasped for air.
"Fucking need to be inside you. Now."

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Rocky Mountain Haven
Author: Vivian Arend

Publisher – Liquid Silver

Genre – Contemporary western

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Welcome to the Six Pack Ranch, where learning to live again takes some sensual twists.
Beth Danube has escaped to a small Alberta town to make a new start for herself and her three little boys. Her emotionally abusive husband may be dead and buried, but so is her heart. What she doesn’t want is another man in her life—not now, maybe not ever. Yet when her libido reawakens after ten years of unsatisfactory sex in the missionary position is any woman strong enough to turn down sex-in-boots, Daniel Coleman?
The middle child of the rowdy Coleman boys, Daniel’s the quiet one who has always subdued his desires and acted as peacemaker. His powerful attraction to the young widow takes him by storm, and he’s willing to pursue her until they both find satisfaction—in and out of the bedroom.
Only Beth isn’t sure she’s ready to cross the line. Becoming friends with blazing hot benefits means she’s still the one in control. Letting her heart trust again? She isn’t that brave—or foolish. Daniel is going to have to be mighty convincing to help her overcome the past.

 

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Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Discussion Point – Do you care about the age of your books

Today I had the pleasure of spending my day with a book Conservator – If you have never met one before, they are the people who knows all there is to know about the care and restoration of any book from any period of time.

I had send my babies in to have something done to them and I had to collect them today…

My babies are my 113 years old Bible and my  144 years old Walker and Webster English Dictionary. Yup you heard me right – really old books. I can’t say that I give them the care they deserve but I do try and they are holding there own and still in working order.

 

The Bible I use as often as I can – I love the Psalms and I read them ever so often from this book.

My copy of the dictionary is so old it still has the word Gay and Gayness in it. And it actually means “In high spirits, Showy, Sportive”..

The prognosis is that I need to put them under glass, at least the dictionary at any rate - but as much as I love really old books and I treasure them, I actually use them so Mr Murphy is going to make some money off of me in order to restore the spine of my Dictionary.

And hence my question today - Do you care about the age of a book or do you love the newer, shinier models? Are your keeper shelves filled with more modern classics than some things from bygone eras…

Most people have a family treasure sitting somewhere in the house – Probably in the attic or given away to the dreaded aunty and uncle, do you still have any lying around your home?

What type of book hoarder are you – older books that will most certainly chalk up some monetary value or are you a by the seat of your pants sort of hoarder – you store the books you felt good reading, or is it the books that call to something in you that have you re-reading again and again.

 

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Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Review – Sandeflay © Linda Mooney

SANDEFLAY

Author: Linda Mooney

Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press

Genre: Romance Fantasy

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Miranda Sayers’s only friend is her wheelchair. It has been her refuge and her escape mechanism for most of her twenty-six years. But the time has come when her grandmother can no longer help take care of her. Now Randi is faced with having to survive on her own, and unfortunately that future doesn’t look promising. Collin First’s job on Earth is to find the Ducts between his world and this one. As an Extinguisher, he has to eliminate those passageways before any of the dangerous creatures from Sandeflay can pass through and harm any humans. The last thing he expected when he took the assignment was to find the beautiful, crippled woman living one floor below his apartment. Before either of them can contend with the impossibility of their relationship, Randi and Collin are thrown together, seeking each other’s love and help. And when circumstances force Randi to follow Collin to Sandeflay, the greatest miracle of all awaits them both.

Miranda Sayers was different, but not because of her handicap. Collin had dealt with many people who had lost the use of a limb or an eye. In his line of work, it wasn’t unusual for an Extinguisher to suffer severe, sometimes critical wounds. Only if the injury prevented him from resuming his job was an Extinguisher taken out and replaced before being reassigned to another position out of the field.

But there was something about Randi that defied explanation or description. It was as if there was another woman hiding inside the pale, thin shell—a stronger, more vibrant woman. An identical twin, trapped inside a beautiful but useless body.

What he couldn’t understand was why he felt such an overwhelming need to protect her.
At first he had entertained the thought that maybe she was like a little sister. Collin was an only child, but he had always wished he had grown up with another sibling. Maybe he felt this way because he wanted to think of her as a helpless little sister. After all, she couldn’t be more than twenty. Twenty-two at the most. And now that her grandmother was no longer able to take care of her, that left her in an even more dire situation.

Randi had no idea he had scoped out the apartment when she had gone back into the bedroom to fix her makeup. A few random quick checks had shown him that the electricity was out. Shut off. The kitchen held little food in the pantry and none in the warm refrigerator. The end of the month was still six days away. So how was she expecting to cope between now and the next disability check?

Collin glanced down at the figure bundled up in an old cable-knit sweater and a thin blanket as he pushed the wheelchair down the sidewalk. The woman had been invading his dreams for the past three months. Now that he knew her better, now that he knew her circumstances, it would only get worse.

Damn him for starting to fall in love with her.

The moon-glow face glanced up at him. She wore a dazzling smile. “You’re taking me to Roxanna’s, aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?”

“It’s the only decent place to eat in this direction. Besides, it specializes in midday brunches and high tea.” She flashed him another smile, one that added a grateful shine to her blue eyes. “I’ve never been to Roxanna’s before.”

“You haven’t? Well, then, just you wait. You’re in for a treat.” He tried to act surprised although he wasn’t. He would have to be careful how he asked about her life and how she came to be a paraplegic. If he was to gain and keep her trust, he needed Randi to believe he honestly cared about her. And about her future. That shouldn’t be too difficult considering he was already at that point.

In the back of his mind he was also starting to argue with himself. Where is all this leading, old boy? Let’s say you start to fall even more in love with the woman. For what purpose? Were you planning on giving up being an Extinguisher so you could trot around town, pushing her wheelchair?

Crap! The voice of reason could be such a mean son of a bitch! On one hand he admitted he wanted to be here with Randi, wheelchair or no. Yet, on the other hand, he knew he had to get away from the claustrophobic feelings she evoked in him. It was the only thing that reined him in, knowing that if he attached himself to her, she would inevitably become an anchor dangling around his neck. Pulling him down. Dragging him down. Slowing him down until he either suffocated or drowned.

Sweet heavens, what am I going to do?

Sandeflay © Linda Mooney

 

Review

Sandeflay is a parallel planet to earth, where the inhabitants fall into two categories: the creatures your nightmares are made of that come through the duct that forms between the two worlds, and the “Extinguishers” who deal with these creatures and close the ducts.

Collin, one of Sandeflay’s finest, has exceeded the time that an “Extinguisher” stays in service. Along with his pet tygren, he lives simply and is up most nights dealing with closing ducts and the monsters that come through them. Dedicated to the job, he has no time for the paraplegic that lives one floor below. When she literally falls into his arms, he takes on board more than he bargains for.

Miranda has always felt that she can deal with anything life throws at her, and painfully aware of her limitations, she keeps her hopes realistic. When she is helped by the handsome stranger from upstairs, she accepts it at face value and is determined not to get flustered by his display of interest.

Collin is instantly attracted to Miranda, and although she thinks it’s out of pity, he must convince her that what he feels is the real thing. When things go wrong in their building, he has no choice but to return to Sandeflay. Perilously injured and not sure of his survival, he begs the powers that be to bring Miranda to him.

From the moment Miranda arrives on Sandeflay, she knows she has limited time to have everything she has always desired with the man of her dreams. When unexpected miracles happen and new revelations are made, can Collin and Miranda’s love be third-time-lucky for two people who will do anything to be together?

SANDEFLAY is an absolutely stunning read by Ms. Mooney; her characters are endearing and her fictional world of Sandeflay is a place I would be delighted to visit.

I went through a whole range of emotions while reading this book including love for the characters and the world of Sandeflay, empathy for Miranda and her limitation along with the seemingly unwinnable situation between Collin and herself, respect for the sacrifices that Collin has made for his planet, his job and his pet, and heartbreak when the plot took some nail biting twists and turns.

The love that Collin and Miranda have for each other is so strong, it is a thing of beauty. Ms. Mooney has surpassed all expectations with SANDEFLAY.

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Monday, 26 April 2010

Review - Swap Meet © Lolita Lopez

Swap Meet

Author: Lolita Lopez

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Genre: Contemporary M/M

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French billionaire Max Dantes never expected to spend his Saturday night at a sex-partner swap meet in one of Houston’s swankiest hotels. When smoking-hot firefighter Chris Collins hits on Max, his night takes an even more unexpected turn. Soon he’s pinned to a mattress beneath the sexiest specimen of raw masculinity he’s ever seen…and questioning everything he’s ever believed about himself.

Chris went to the swap meet looking for a fling but finds so much more. Soon Max is treating him to the kind of luxuries only a billionaire can offer. But when Max wants something more than an illicit tryst, Chris bolts. He’s just not ready for that kind of commitment or the potential consequences—and prejudices—of going public.

Or is he? But by the time Chris realizes his mistake, it just might be too late.

 

Max had never been in a place so sexually charged. His body buzzed with the tension saturating the air. The walls of the room practically pulsed with lust and heat and need. His idle gaze moved around the bar, taking in the offerings. None of the women appealed to him. They were all beautiful and primped but they just weren’t right. He wanted something he couldn’t quite name.

For some time now, he’d struggled with his inability to pinpoint what, exactly, was missing from his life. Women threw themselves at him on a daily basis. The perks of being a jetsetting billionaire, he supposed. He’d sampled most of the world’s most luscious beauties and yet never had he felt that connection, that sizzling snap of rightness when two lovers came together and sparked.

And he wanted that. He craved that more than anything. Would he find it here, tonight?

The sensation of a lingering gaze caught Max’s attention. He surreptitiously looked in the direction of the heated stare. A ripple of surprise shook his core. He’d met the gaze of a ruggedly handsome younger man. He wore his dark hair short and rakishly unkempt. His tailored suit outlined a muscular form, the kind of body one spent hours maintaining. The darkened atmosphere of the bar made it nearly impossible for Max to see the man’s eye color. Light, he guessed, maybe green or blue.

Max swallowed hard, a bit uncomfortable under the man’s intense gaze. He’d been checked out by men before but never like this. The guy was relentless. Max could almost feel the stranger’s hands drifting over his naked skin, his lips brushing against his neck. White-hot quivers rocked Max’s belly. His face flamed under the licentious stare.

When the man started toward him, crossing the crowded room like a sleek, prowling cat, Max went rigid with shock. He’d never been pursued like this—and it made him so hot. Arousal blossomed in his chest. His cock stiffened slightly, pressing against the placket of his boxers. His body’s reaction to this aggressive pursuit puzzled Max. He’d never responded to another man. Hell, he’d never responded to another woman like this. His head swam with desire and excitement and uncertainty.

Was this what he’d been missing all these years?

He stopped less than a foot from Max, invading his personal space without so much as a by your leave. His body heat penetrated Max’s clothing. His smell, something brisk and spicy, invaded Max’s senses, made his belly roll with unexpected desire. There was just enough glow from the recessed lighting for Max to make out the other man’s piercing blue irises. A faint scar marred his chin. Another, even lighter, marked his left cheek. The imperfections lent him a rough, roguish air.

With an expectant lift of his brow, the man held out a card. Max’s eyes widened at the bold move. In that long moment of indecision, their eyes locked. Fire licked at Max’s skin as the man’s gaze bore into him, seeming to peer right into his soul. There was suddenly no question in Max’s mind. He took the card, their fingers touching for a split second, sparks of desire igniting between them.

Max glanced down at the card. There was a name and a room number. Chris. 314.

© Swap Meet – Lolita Lopez 

 

Review

A little while ago Jenre from Well Read blog did a piece at DIK on how transferrable are the the plotline that are quintessential Harlequin/Mill & Boons into the M/M genre.

The post made me think and from the comments there are more books and transferred plotline out there than I even thought about and I made the comment

...Cool Post, I would love to see a genuine Greek Billionaire story line though.. I always love those.

Well SWAP MEET is that billionaire meet working man book and I loved it.  Not Greek but French, Billionaire Max Dantes is at a swap meet, a privately held event and the last place he would voluntarily be and despite knowing the basic principle of the meet which is, a night out to enjoy no strings attached sex, no questions asked sex and walk away from it all when done sex, however does not really help him any – because Max has been in a slump when it comes to the ladies recently.

Not that there was not enough of them, he just was not getting that level of satisfaction that he yearns for with any of them. When a man makes a move on him and confidently presses his dance card with his room number on it into his hand, he is on the fence about what to do. This indecision doesn’t last long however and soon he is having one of the best sexual experience of his life and it was with a man.

Fire-fighter Chris Collins is gay and not out to this fellow co-workers, one of the places he goes to get his itch scratch is the swap meet. He’s been lucky to find a man that stands out in a crown and makes the night worth both their while. The icing on the cake is finding out that said man is new to the whole gay thing and wants to be with him.

Thus starts a wild ride for both Chris and Max, cross Atlantic travels, new experiences, new pleasures and then unimaginable and unexpected feelings set both of them up for a confrontation.

Max has not reach his level in the business world without some level of confidence and some spark of “knowing a sure thing”  and as such he treats this budding relationship with Chris as a takeover and makes every effort to incorporate him into his life. Chris on the other hand is gun shy of any thing that screams exposure – and as such latches on to the first thing that gives him the opportunity to run.

And run he did, but Max is a man of the world and knows that sometimes you have to let a man do what he have to do.

I am going to be honest and say SWAP MEET reads like a Harlequin/Mill & Boons  romance novel and any  reader of these books worth their salt will tell you that if an author holds you from the first few pages in one of these books – you are hooked for the long haul – and I was.

I cannot tell you how much I loved this book. From the beginning Max is exactly what and how I imagined a French billionaire to be, suave, confident, demanding in his work life, decisive in his decisions and all round sex on a stick. At the start of the book Max is put in a position that he’s never found himself in before – being chased by a man.

While concerned and a little unsure about the usual in his world, blackmail and paparazzi – he hesitate for just a moment but once he hooks up with Chris – I fell in love with them both.

Chris is in some ways the opposite of Max, a bit more practical in his approach to certain things, very sensitive and not opposed to dragging his feet on letting the world know his sexual orientation.

With the mixture of loveable support cast and some Mr/Mrs nasties the book moves quite quickly and even when the predictables happen – I was feeling no pain about it.  I just wanted the two to be in the same room to watch the fireworks happen..

SWAP MEET is a really simply book, two men meet, they connect on the basic levels, they talk,  they laugh and they are great together in the sack. When problem arises and Chris walks away I was impressed with Max’s acceptance of this – on one hand it is probably because he had more experience of walking away or that in his world you just have to accept harsh decision even if he didn’t agree with them.

Chris is a bit more conservative in his outlook and is not prepared or even want to accept a sugar daddy. He likes to manage his own life, make his own decision and looking at the big picture he was never comfortable in the roll of kept man and I like that aspect of the book alot.

Ms. Lopez is a new to me author and if this is a sample of her work  - I will be looking out for more from her. I thought she captured the vulnerabilities of the men quite well and she changed the scenery up quite a lot to fit in with Max’s jet set lifestyle. I personally accepted this book for what it was, a sweet read with a fairytale ending.

If you cannot abide a light read or books that isn’t weight down by the bell and whistles of gay life – please pass this book by. If however you are in between books or just want a book to read for the sheer pleasure of enjoyment – snap this book up – you’ll love it.

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Monday Round Up: Slow and Steady I go….

A weekly event hosted by Sheila - Book Journey to discuss your reading week ~ the books you've read and those you plan on reading in the coming week.

Books I completed last week are:

Swap Meet - Lolita Lopez

The Strongest Shape by Tessa Cárdenas

Love, Grant –A K M Miles

Claire Thompson – Heart of Submission

Renegade – Diana Palmer (re-read)

Emergency – Drew Zachary

This is the cover I fell in love with this week…

I think I fell in love with the blurb of this book as soon as I read it and the cover was just icing on the cake. How wonderful is that cover.

Dead Ruby Slippers

Sandra Sookoo

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Fantasy

Dancing may be hard…but no one expected it to be murder.

When sexy tap dancer Abigail Carlton, aka Ruby Slippers, is found dead and arranged in an artistic fashion on her coffee table it’s up to Special Agent Quentin Banks to solve her murder.

But nothing is ever as it seems. Not only is Quentin a FBI career man, he doubles as an officer for the Institute of Magical Instruction…and the dancer’s death has super natural energy written all over it.

Quentin must find who murdered Abigail and he only has24 hours to do it before it’s taken over by his superiors.

Books I am reading this week

I do have a few books I really want to read and I am going to press through some of them this week..  There is one anthology that I am going to take Tam’s  (Tams Reads) advise and read in short burst and get through it in a couple of week..

 

Dragons Grace – Nicole Dennis

Lunch is Serve – Jude Mason

Shadow and Light – Anthology – Pine Hill Press

Barely Legal - Lizzie Leaf  

Raising The Lost – Rebecca J. Vickery

 

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Saturday, 24 April 2010

That one moment……..

 

Sometime all we need is a moment to centre ourselves – whether it’s that quite moment, or that moment of sheer beauty or just even that moment of utter chaos and disbelieve..

Whatever it is – May you find it…

Have a great day today…. 

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Friday, 23 April 2010

Something For the weekend - Hold not thy laughter

Hold not thy laughter

Hold not thy laughter
For that joyful sound
I am forever after, seeking when you are around
Waiting for it to chortle, in the background


Hold not thy laughter
As it fights to escapes thy lips
To send me on joyful trips


Your giggles and cackles
Harmlessly tend to baffle
Your happy facial expressions
Paint only a gleeful picture of inspiration
As we rejoice to thy jubilant noises in full attention


Hold not thy laughter from the heart
Hold not thy laughter until we part
Hold not thy laughter as we make a start


When I dispel in my gloom
Thy laughter delivers me
Safely from my state of doom
Sadness runs outside from my room
Happiness inside glows with a boom
As my rosy cheeks mirthfully blossom

Hold not thy laughter as we cheerfully chat
Hold not thy laughter when you publicly fart
Hold not thy laughter whatever the format
A giggle, a chuckle, a titter not a snigger
Laugh it out whether thin or fat
Fill the air, my dear
Laugh it out before it scats out flat
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

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Thursday, 22 April 2010

Excerpt Day – Love, Grant © AKM Miles

Excerpt

Jamie strode towards the bleachers on Field Nine, turning back to push the button on his remote keys to lock the truck door. Grant had bought the new Toyota Tacoma when he’d gotten his money from the insurance company after his accident last year. Jamie had really enjoyed the process as Grant had spent hours poring over web sites and information for weeks before deciding he would buy a 2009 white Tacoma with forty thousand miles on it.

Jamie had needed to work the morning that Grant had made the final decision based on what he could afford, not on what he really wanted. Still, it was exciting for Grant. Since he was going to be working at the Parks Department, a truck would come in handy. Remembering the call he’d gotten from Grant an hour after he’d gotten to work that day still made him smile.

“Oh my God, Jamie! You’re not going to believe this. Wait ‘til you see. I still can’t believe it.” Grant couldn’t slow down long enough for Jamie to ask what in the world had him so freaked out.

“Hello? Wanna fill me in?” Jamie had finally gotten in.

“Oh, oh, sorry. I am so thrilled. What colour truck did I want?” Grant had paused waiting for Jamie to fill in the answer.

“Uh, silver.”

“Yep. Twenty minutes before I got here this morning, a dealer from somewhere north of here showed up with the truck of my dreams, a 2011, silver Tacoma with less than three thousand miles on it. It has everything on it that I wanted. It was a dealer vehicle and guess what they wanted for it? Only three thousand more than the other one. I’m filling out the paperwork right now. I couldn’t pass it up. Is that cool or what?”

“Oh, baby, that’s more than cool. Two years newer, thirty-seven thousand less miles on it, the colour you wanted, and only three thousand more. This was meant to be. I’m so happy for you.”

That had been a good day. Now Jamie was driving the Tacoma because his Taurus was in the shop. He might have to start looking for something new now that he had his PT license and was making more. He’d dropped Grant at work today and was coming now to catch the last of the games Grant was umpiring so he could take him home.

Jamie hurried to the field because he didn’t want to miss any more of the game. He loved to watch Grant when he was umping. Grant was a different person on the field. Jamie had shown Grant many times how much it turned him on to see him out there.

Jamie liked coming to the park at night. The lights on the fields and the sounds of summertime and kids and competition made him happy. Families were everywhere, and it seemed like such a happy place. He could hear crowds on different fields yelling and encouraging players.

The crack of bats on balls from several games going on at the same time were like drumbeats marking the rhythm for the summer song. It could be chaotic but was really a well-scheduled plan that got great results for all the teams involved. He knew this because Grant had helped with it. As he headed up the bleachers, he heard his name called.

“Yo, Jamie, up here. Your boy’s on tonight. He’s puttin’ on a show. I wonder if that’s because he knew you’d be here to get him?” Tony, his neighbour and the county parks director, teased as Jamie sat down by him on the top bleacher.

“Shut up,” Jamie said, playfully punching Tony’s arm.

“Check it out, he’s between second and third. This is an important game for the Raiders team, and the crowd is wild. He’s pumped three out and flown four safe so far. Every time he does one, the crowd roars. It’s like he’s a star, and the crowd just waits for his performance. And it’s cool, he doesn’t do it every time. He saves it for the big plays. Hiring him was one of the best things I’ve done. Grant is so well-liked by workers, players, coaches, and, of course, the administration. Did you know he was getting a promotion?” Tony asked, watching Jamie to see if he was going to get to surprise him.

“No, I didn’t. How come? Not that I don’t think he deserves it. Lord, he’s worked some long hours and done some hard work for the parks. Summertime is a killer, I know, but he comes home completely worn out. I’m just glad he’s recovered so well from his injuries last year.” Pretty much all of Grant’s right side had been mangled in the wreck. A lot of good therapy had put Grant back into great shape.

“All right, look, here he goes, I bet. Watch. There’s a player on first, and this batter that’s up is known for bunts for some reason. I bet your guy’s gonna show off, especially if he saw you come in.” Tony pointed to the action on the field.

Jamie watched avidly as the play unfolded almost just as Tony predicted. His eyes were glued to Grant who was positioned just right to have a clear view of the play on second. Jamie loved the way Grant looked in his uniform. The tight, stretchy shorts let him move as he needed to, granted, but they were also beautifully form fitting. A couple of times, Grant had almost been late because he’d gotten tackled when Jamie saw him dressed up for his umpire duties.

Thunk! The ball was indeed rolling towards the pitcher who ran up for it. He scooped it from the ground, turned and slammed it towards the second baseman. The runner from first had already started for second when the ball was hit and was nearly there by the time the pitcher had the ball in hand.

The crowd was on its feet, and Jamie was yelling with the rest of them as the player slid into the base, right before the ball hit the second baseman’s glove. Grant bent from the waist, spread his arms out and stood tall with them rising into what looked like bird wings.

“Safe!” And the crowd roared. Jamie and Tony turned to each other, laughing and punching the air as they watched lover and friend/employee respectively perform for the crowd. Grant, who was usually shy around people, very unassuming, seemed to become someone else when he was out there.

“He’s having a ball. You know, he has another game to ump tonight, right? High school girls. It’s another big one that will be crowded. I’m gonna stay and watch. There’s been some trouble with one of the coaches. Grant can handle it, but I want to be here to back him up just in case something happens. Wanna get some food between the games, make a night of it?” Tony asked.

Love, Grant © AKM Miles

Love, Grant
Author: AKM Miles

Publisher: Total Ebound

Buy Link (Release Date – 26 April)

Grant and Jamie are back and you'd think life would be great now, but somebody is after them again.
It's a year later and things should be wonderful. But someone seems to have it in for Grant and Jamie again.
How far will this person go to harm them? Small pranks that they, at first are able to explain away, turn into dangerous events that leave them once again terrorised. It can't be him, can it? But he's still in prison, isn't he? The love between Grant and Jamie is strong and has them ready to do serious damage to whoever is threatening their happiness and their very lives. Enough is enough. Frankly, they're tired of living in fear. They're looking for a way to stop this madness. They're going to find it.
Reader Advisory: This book contains M/M sex and intimacy. It is best read as part of a series, after Love, Jamie.

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