Thursday, December 26, 2013

Taming Theron and A Spartan Love

It's taken forever, but I finally finished the first rough draft of A Spartan Love. It's much bigger than I anticipated at 82K. I've sent the MS to my first beta reader and hope to hear back soon after the new year.

I'm going through Taming Theron and doing some touching up and making sure everything still agrees with everything in A Spartan Love. Sure would be embarrassing if I missed something. I already had to change one character's name because it was too much like another character in A Spartan Love whose name could not be changed.

Then a quick pass by my final beta before subbing it.

It'll probably take a couple of months to get A Spartan Love ready to sub, but at least the two stories should only be a few months apart that way. <Crossing Fingers>

Friday, December 6, 2013

Countdown to Christmas with Lars and Deanna Wadsworth

Countdown to Christmas with Lars
19 days and counting
So I woke up this morning with a dick against my back.
Ordinarily that would've been a very pleasant way to greet the morning. I’d get one more blow job for the road then head out to start my day working in the best place in the world—Santa’s North Pole Workshop. But for some reason I knew that even a blowie wasn’t going to make my day better. Don’t get me wrong, I like sex. A LOT. I'm a Nordic elf—we’re always up for sex. I mean check out all the hot sex in the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books. There’s candy flavored cum spewing everywhere!
I could blame my poor mood on all of the responsibilities of Christmas and how hectic it is right now, but the truth is, the things that always made me happy—sex, work and cookies— aren’t working anymore.
And I just don’t know what to do about it.
FYI, I’m Lars, the head of Santa’s Mail Department. If you check out my story in FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH you will see why I’ve been on edge and not feeling myself lately. It’s a bit too personal to share here.
I'm not quite sure why Deanna Wadsworth named the book that. There's no way in hell I could have fun with a Rudolph! That’s what we call ugly guys—Rudolphs. It comes from an elf named Rudolph that abandoned the North Pole. A bit of an urban legend, he tried breeding reindeer with glowing noses. But that was only successful when it came to the famous Christmas jingle. Supposedly the real Rudolph also stopped eating sugar, and everyone knows what happens to an elf that stops eating sugar. They shrivel up and age! It also makes them crabby.
Maybe some cookies would improve my mood. Hmmmm, I might have to hit the kitchens after I sign off.
Enough about me, my best buddy Jorge asked me to write this blog and report what’s going on at the Workshop, not complain.
Thanks Kayla for hosting me! You got a nice blog with some decent hotties on it. Those two at the top of the page look like a creamcicle guy and a sugar cookie guy I fucked once. Do you know if they’re elves? Don’t think Santa would like any of us posing for pics like that. Then again, what Santa don’t know, ain’t gonna hurt him, right?
Unfortunately, I don’t have much to report other than we are busy, slammed and crazy up here. I had three trucks loads of ‘Dear Santa’ letters come in and they weren't on the schedule. And if that wasn't enough, the conveyor belts froze! When that happens it backs up the whole day and I usually have to end up working late. And elves wonder why I'm on edge and irritable?
So there's my report Jorge. Nothing new.
And Jorge, you owe me for writing this blog. It was sort of cathartic to bitch even though that's probably not what you wanted, but too bad. You ask a friend to do you a favor, and you get what you get, buddy.

Oh yeah, and if all of Kayla's readers would like to enter to win the first three
NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below, go for it. Best of luck!
If you are enjoying the Countdown to Christmas blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Monday there will be a new post by the big guy, Santa Claus at Are Cafe.
I also brought along an excerpt from Deanna Wadsworth's book all about me, FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. I sure hope the book ends better than my last few days. And I’m more than curious what Rudolph has to do with any of it.
~Lars

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FUN&GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Naughty North Pole Book Four
By Deanna Wadsworth

Blurb:
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he's been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph's cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!

Excerpt:
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Lars.”
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Rudolph.”

Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
Buy Deanna’s books at Dreamspinner Press, Decadent Publishing or at any reputable eBook seller


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Review - Fun and Games with Rudolph

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Four and a half out of five stars!

Deanna Wadsworth delivers another one of her quirky Naughty North Pole stories. A mix of traditional, contemporary and fairy tale/fantasy elements that is a fun romp through a winter wonderland that is uniquely hers.
Lars is a fun loving elf whose goal in life is to find out what flavor every elf at the North Pole is. Don't know what I mean? Well, let's just say when he's very happy, Lars is peanut butter. And such a busy man never does repeats.
He spends much of his free time chatting with MikeLikes69 on Elf4Elf, an app that elves, being horny little bastards, use for hook ups. Lars surprises himself to find that he'd rather chat than use the app in the pursuit of his life goal.
Lars and Mike have two rules: No strings and No face photos. But other than that anything goes. Sexting, photos and videos of each other in action. However, as often as Lars asks, Mike won't tell him what flavor he is and Lars has never been able to guess.
Then one night caught up in a fantasy they had both built, Lars asks for the equivalent of a face shot. He immediately panics, but Mike doesn't lose a beat, even promises to deliver the next night. And in true skittish masculine behavior, is never seen again.
Being a department head at the North Pole, the last week before Christmas is usually the most wonderful time of the year, but this year Lars could star as Scrooge in the North Pole's production of A Christmas Carol.
Finally, even Santa seems to have had enough and sends him on an errand to deliver a package to Rudolph the cranky old hermit who lives on the frozen backside of BFE. The package must be there by midnight, and since he had to go by ground bourn sleigh, he had to leave before Santa's launch and Ms Santa's sex party.
As time outs went, Santa managed to nail Lars' two favorite events of the year.
Now Lars is stuck out in the cold as a blizzard prepares to make this either a Christmas tragedy or a Christmas miracle.

I love her slightly twisted sense of humor. If you want a bit of angst with your chuckles, this is definitely the story for you.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Dark Space Shines

Dark Space is a well written m/m science fiction novel. And I should know; I have spent most of my life reading the scifi and fantasy stories of greats like CJ Cherryh, Patricia McKillip, Jo Clayton, Andre Norton, and Steven Brust, just to name a few.

Therefore, I have certain expectations of both scifi and fantasy stories and I don't mean "I set it in the future/alternate reality/fantasy so it will be ok for two men to be together." That happens way more often than I like. (Pet peeve)

If you are going to use a setting like that, you must invest the time into world building. Logic bombs drive me crazy and if they are big enough, I can't finish the story. Things have got to make sense. You can't do something just so your story works without giving it a basis in your world.

Fortunately, Lisa Henry doesn't do that to me. Her story is a true scifi. It has world building, history, and get this—it's not ok for two men to be together just because we are enlightened in the future. It will still get your ass beat down on this military instillation in space. It's not a free ticket. Brady and Cameron still face all the difficulties present in the modern military.

Plus they face a greater adversity, a threat to all mankind—the Faceless, an unbeatable alien race that has it in for humanity.

Brady is a young recruit just trying to get through the last seven years of his ten year enlistment so he can go home to care for his sick father and baby sister. Time can't go fast enough for him.

Cameron was last seen when the Faceless captured the shuttle he was piloting four years ago.

When a strange insect-like pod arrives at the space station, Brady is called on to ease Cameron's reintroduction to the fold since they are from the same neck of the woods back home. After all the pilot has been through, everyone wonders if the former hero is actually a traitor.

These young men face danger in the form of homophobia from the other soldiers, hostility from all quarters, and the coming of one of the Faceless' generals.


The writing is intense and the world building sublime. If you haven't read Dark Space, you should. I also strongly recommend The Island.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Some Common Misconceptions about Pederasty in Ancient Greece

Pederasty, or the ancient practice of mentoring, was a social institute similar to modern day networking with religious and military implications that originated in Crete. This practice had nothing to do with the sexual orientation of the men involved. The mentor and his youth were more likely to be straight than homosexual, but since this was a social practice every male citizen (BTW that is redundant) participated regardless of orientation.

Sexual interactions between the older erastes (mentor) and eromenos (youth/future citizen) occurred in Crete and Athens primarily, although it varied from city-state to city-state. The only acceptable form of sexual activity between the two men was intercrural in nature. The term erastes means lover, eromenos means beloved.

What is intercrural? Intercrural refers to the older man placing his penis between the youth's thighs. This is literal and not an euphemism. Sexual activity was regulated by the class distinctions between the individuals. Penetration was for women and slaves, not men. And most definitely not social equals or even future citizens. In fact, penetration of a free man was considered to be a form of hubris, the ultimate sin.

The beardless youth was courted by one or more prospective mentors. The young man (mid-teens) was expected to chose the most noble man. However once he became a man, and developed a beard and body hair, he was expected to marry and produce heirs. The mentor was to remain supportive of his protege.

Even in Athens, the city-state were pederasty was most strongly tied to sexual behavior, the relationship was only intended to last for a few years. Sometimes a youth became a kept boy, but he did so at the risk of losing his citizenship and all the associated rights, especially the right to vote.

The Spartans practiced pederasty strictly for its religious and military aspects. The mentor was given the place of foster father. At least since the time of their greatest lawgiver Lycurgus, any sexual relations between the men required they either commit suicide or go into exile to redeem the affront to Sparta's honor (Aelian).

The Sacred Band of Thebes (378-338 BC) was made up of 150 pairs of male lovers. The rational being that "a band cemented by friendship grounded upon love, is never to be broken, and invincible; since all, ashamed to be base in the sight of their beloved (eromenos), willingly rush into danger for the relief of one another." Three hundred warriors were chosen and then grouped into pairs with an older man (erastes - lover) sworn to a younger man (eromenos - beloved). This group of warriors so impressed Philip of Macedonia, that even after their final defeat he said, "Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered any thing that was base."

As you can see, the practice of pederasty varied significantly in the ancient world and making broad generalizations about it is impossible.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Don't Throw Stones at Glass Shoes

Naughty Nursery Rhymes Rule #1
Don't throw stones at glass shoes. - Cinder

Cinder is the main character in From the Ashes.

From the Ashes is a Cinderfella (m/m version of Cinderella) roughly set in 16th century France.

Roughly? you ask. It's a fairy tale, all of which are roughly set in a previous era. What does this mean? It means that magic and a fairy godmother exist in my story, but probably not in real 16th century France.

Unfortunately if you were looking for a story about a 16th century laundress, you will have to look elsewhere.

If you were looking for a cute, heartwarming m/m fairy tale, look no farther.


Excerpt:
Dancing couples parted effortlessly around them as the elegant man escorted him to the center of the floor. Cinder's cumbersome skirts swayed and swept the floor, threatening to entangle his feet past any hope of grace.
Fighting down panic, Cinder frantically searched his memories for how to waltz. He could do this. He had to do this. He couldn't risk discovery. He quailed at the punishment meted out to servants impersonating nobility. If anyone guessed, he would be beaten or worse.
Fumbling as he tried to remember which hand went where, Cinder placed his right hand on a broad velvet-covered shoulder. Strong, warm fingers enfolded his other hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. The man seemed to sense his unease. The awkward way he held himself, all tense and tight, had to be unmistakable.
Cinder corrected himself several times as he either stepped off with the wrong foot or tried to lead. How was he supposed to do this without harming either one of them? Why couldn't it have been a pavane?
The blasted slippers were so slick that Cinder had to hang on to the other man more than he wanted to just to remain on his feet. He had the distinct impression that the noble got the wrong idea from that.
The man caught his eye and smiled, somewhat more predatorily than Cinder was entirely comfortable with. What was going through the aristocrat's mind? Cinder began to feel like one of the small cakes the footmen carried on silver trays.
Did he want this man to gaze on him in that fashion? Cinder blushed and turned his face awkwardly away. He needed to concentrate on the dance. He didn't have the luxury of sharing soulful glances and chattering like a magpie.
He needed to find some way to extricate himself before he made a mistake and gave himself away. He didn’t normally have to worry so much because everyone already knew he was a girl and would ignore anything he did. But this man saw him with fresh eyes unhampered by the fiction of Cinderella. He would recognize any misstep.

The longer they were together, the more his risk increased. If he could escape quickly enough, the other man might never realize the deception. The noble might not care about an awkward woman he shared one dance with, but as the lie grew ever bigger, the duped man’s anger, if Cinder were discovered, would too.

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Sunday, September 1, 2013

What's New with Apollo's Men

I know it's been a while since I said anything about how the series Apollo's Men is progressing. First it was because I couldn't get Blogger to work. Then it was because I was writing and writing and writing...

Now that I've got Blogger working and have made some substantial progress, it's time for an update.

Alexios' Fate was the first story in the series. Some readers felt it contained unresolved issues because let's face it, it's a series so I couldn't fix everything in book 1.

I immediately set about writing book 2 (it's untitled) to begin resolving one of the biggest issues as far the readers were concerned. I was about 1/2 way through with the MS when I received a call for an anthology of historical short stories (Lust in Time). So what did I do?

I wrote a short story entitled 496 BC. It is Alexios' Fate 1.5 and told from Galen's POV. He deserved to tell his side of the story. And boy did he!

Then of course, I went back to work on book 2. I even had the vague outline for book 3, A Spartan Love. About 2/3 through the MS (Are you sensing a theme here?), I realized that A Spartan Love takes place before and a bit concurrently with book 2. So I started on A Spartan Love.

But there was still one unfilled spot in that anthology. A short story about how Theron and Andreas from A Spartan Love first got together formed. No matter what I did, I couldn't keep Taming Theron under the 7K word limit. I chopped all over the place, but it felt like it had taken a hatchet to it. Finally, I gave up and made it into a novel.

Now (Finally!) I'm working on A Spartan Love. I'm about 1/2 through with this MS. But don't worry, I won't be switching gears. Because of how Taming Theron ends, I have to have A Spartan Love ready to release soon after Taming Theron. I don't plan on subbing them separately.

Then I'll get back to that poor unnamed MS. So I actually have three books written or nearly written and getting close to being subbed.

I also have a vague outline for an untitled book 5. Then I have a couple of contemporaries I really want to work on.

Apollo's Men:
Alexios' Fate
496 BC
Taming Theron
A Spartan Love
Untitled book 4
Untitled book 5


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Sexy Men on Bikes

I'd like to welcome Deanna Wadsworth to talk about her latest release Easy Ryder. She has brought along several sexy guys to help make her point. Damn, isn't that a great cover?

I got Easy Ryder first thing on release day and read it in two sittings. I love Micheal and Snake's adventure and their sexy romance.


Take it away, Deanna!




What is it about men on motorcycles that makes them so sexy? And why do we love them so darn much?

Is it the muscles, the leather, or the adrenaline rush of having our arms wrapped around their waist as we fly down the road? Or just the pure, raw masculinity of seeing a guy on the back of a beautifully sculpted piece of machinery capable of taking us away from it all at dangerous, break neck speeds?

Hey, I don’t know what it is, but I love it, LOL

And so does Michael Ryder, the hero and narrator of EASY RYDER.

He is picked up while hitchhiking on the highway during the summer of 1976, America’s 200th birthday by a sexy biker wearing nothing but, boots, jeans, a vest, and dog-tags. Snake is the sexy biker every one of us dream about.

Here’s an exclusive excerpt of the wild ride Snake is about to take Michael on, just for Kayla’s blog and her followers. Enjoy!
Excerpt:  I had no idea what to expect from my current lift, but I would be more than willing to do whatever this rough-hewn biker might require. I studied his hands on the grips, the strong macho lines, deciding a ride in exchange for those hands on my body would be an extremely fair trade.
What that said about me, I didn’t care to think about.
Trying to stay alert despite my exhausted state as we cruised into the bustling metropolis of Indianapolis, I wondered how he could tolerate the cool air wearing only a vest. Even in the height of summer, where the best place for relief from the heat was the night, being on a bike felt chilly. I was grateful for my jacket.
Out of the blue, the chopper whipped to the right.
Startled, I tightened my grip and moved with him, heart skipping several beats. We shifted back to the hammer lane. Then he gunned it, maneuvering past a second car. Thank God this wasn’t my first time on the back of a motorcycle. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told me to hold on.
He picked up more speed, and my cheeks stung from windburn. The way he drove caused every insect to feel like shrapnel hitting my exposed face and hands. Another bug smacked my chin so I ducked my head and used him as a block, pressing against him more out of safety than any physical desire. The bike had no fairing, but he rode hard anyway, either used to the windy assault or indifferent to it.
Faster and faster we flew down the highway. Like Steve McQueen in that awesome car chase from Bullitt, we wove in and out of traffic with a chopper instead of a ’68 Mustang GT. Traveling at such a breakneck speed, I had to wonder if the man was on the run, desperate to get away from something or someone chasing him. Then again, maybe he just liked the thrill or wanted to scare me.
While part of me feared his recklessness, I longed to wrap my arms around him even tighter, bury my face in his back, and beg him to go faster. Every mile we logged took me farther from my past and closer to my future.
As if sensing my urgency, the bike roared and pushed onward.
Though I might be more at risk from his driving than anything he had planned, my heart thrummed in my chest, racing along with the chopper. I held on to his waist for dear life, his body tense beneath me. Over his shoulder, I squinted against the glaring headlights from oncoming traffic, hoping nothing hit me in the eye, and tried to predict his next move as we approached other cars so I could move accordingly. My every sense had come alive, exhilarated by the unknown dangers on the road ahead.

You can pick up your copy of EASY RYDER today in print and ebook!
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

Buy Deanna’s books at Dreamspinner Press, Decadent Publishing or at any reputable eBook seller

Friday, July 26, 2013

Finally the Geek Gets the Guy!!!

If any of you have ever felt like an outsider, or a geek, THIS book is for you! 

I have long felt that one of the reasons women read or write m/m fiction is because they have a connection to the outsider, the person on the fringe of society, those less than acceptable to the "beautiful people." Perhaps because we were teased in school, unpopular, or just terrified of lunch hour. Maybe some or all of the above. 

For me, I have always related to people who are not society's ideal because I have never felt that I was the ideal. That is why I had such a wonderful time writing Jason Lewis, the hero from my latest 1Night Stand THE BEST EVER. I can relate to his self doubt, his awkwardness. Where I personally rely on talking to hide my awkwardness, Jason just reverts into himself.
In THE BEST EVER, Jason--the nerd--gets the guy and the Happily Ever After. 

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did!

BLURB: Jason Lewis is a self-proclaimed nerdy guy who hates his red hair. Bullied most of his life, at 22 social situations still make him awkward. On a trip to the World Video Game Expo in Las Vegas, Jason decides to enlist the help of Madame Eve in his failed romantic endeavors. While at the con, he runs into sexy, professional baseball pitcher Blake Huntington, the guy he tutored in high school. Blake invites him to a party and after hanging out with his high school crush, Jason begins to regret booking his 1NS "encounter" later that night. But Madame Eve may have planned the best night ever


EXCERPT:
From the corner of his eye, he noted the sheets on the king-sized bed had been turned down and a strip of condoms lay on the nightstand next to a bottle of lube.

Suddenly, the illicit nature of the whole evening hit him. Sweat broke out on his skin. Shit, why had he bothered to shower? He took a quick whiff of his pits. Thank God, his deodorant was still on the job.

Where was this guy? What if he turned out to be old? Who hired this kinda service anyway? And who used an alias as lame as John Smith?

Suck it up! You can do this. He may have been a gangly nerd in high school but he’d taken up karate, per Blake’s suggestion—dammit! Stop thinking about professional baseball players you’ll never stand a chance with. This is about going after what you want!

The bathroom door opened, and he smoothed his shirtfront, trying to be presentable.

A man walked out, towel-drying his hair.

Jason sucked in a sharp breath, and his dick stood up and took notice of the big, athletic body, fresh from the shower. Tanned and muscular. Water streaked furrows into his perfect layer of chest hair. A skimpy towel hung from narrow hips, a solid thigh peeking out from the side, but his face remained hidden.

#holycrap #hotness

“Sorry, I kept you waiting,” the man said, slow and seductive. “I figured, why waste time getting dressed.”

Then he dropped both towels in a practiced maneuver, standing there in all his naked glory. Jason’s gaze traveled from his feet, up those long legs, past a thick cock and over a perfectly chiseled abdomen.

When their eyes met, the man’s sly grin faded in an instant. He gasped, hazel eyes wide.

Jason let out a gasp of his own. “Blake!”


Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

Find Deanna here:

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Review of The Best Ever by Deanna Wadsworth

4.5 out of 5 ★'s

Jason has always been a geek, a red-headed geek at that. High school was just a bad memory that he's tried to forget. To temporarily escape a life that still isn't going his way, Jason attends a gaming convention to meet up with his online WoW friends, hoping to catch a glimpse of the star of the newest pitching game while he's there. And since what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, he books an encounter through 1 Night Stand. He's tired of being unable to get a date and while this isn't love, it looks like a sure thing.

Blake is now a professional ball player, but once his dream of making the cut rested on improving his math grades with the help of his tutor Jason. When Jason walks up for an autograph, Blake is ecstatic and invites him to the spondsored party after the signing.

Jason shows up, but rapidly feels out of place surrounded by jocks. All the insecurities of his youth he had thought he'd left behind come roaring back and he heads for the door. But Blake catches him and they spend a couple hours enjoying each other's company. All too soon the hour of eleven approaches and they have to leave. Both men contemplate cancelling their encounter to continue reconnecting with a friend, but decide to meet up the next day instead.

Madame Eve's assistant Deanna Wadsworth brings together her third couple in this loosely linked series. As with the previous offerings, her characters are not just the standard geek/jock pairing. The characters have quirks that make them uniquely hers.

Even though this is a 1 Night Stand story, it is not about a one off. The sex is sweet and endearing. The men share a depth of caring not often seen in short works without resorting to instalove. Jason and Blake can now explore the feelings they had for one another, but were too young and inexperienced to deal with before.

I always enjoy Ms Wadsworth's sexy, quirky tales of finding love where you least expect it.

Available July 26th at Decadent Publishing


Saturday, June 22, 2013

I'm back!

In case, anyone wondered where I had gone,  Blogger hasn't let make any blog posts or edit previous posts. And it's only taken me two months to figure out why the hell I couldn't. It must be my residual blondeness showing through.

Would you believe that it was one of those lovely new "improvements" Google made? It was the stupid Google search bar that showed up on my blog one day. I didn't add it and it's a shame it took me this long to disable it, but there you go. Silly me! I just thought it was part of the new Blogger.

But it's gone and I'm back in business. I'll be making posts once more.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

From the Ashes Virtual Book Tour

I'm just finishing up my blog posts and interviews for my upcoming From the Ashes book tour. There is an ARe gift certificate up for grabs so be sure to comment along the way.





Schedule of events:
May 14 - Long and Short Reviews
May 14 - Bad Barb's Reviews
May 15 - Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess
May 16 - Full Moon Dreaming
May 17 - Kay Berrisford


Thursday, April 11, 2013

Rian's Return by Raven McAllan


From Raven…
You know when stories niggle you? You know they have to be told? Yeah that time.

So you write them, have them published in an anthology, and they keep shouting. Oy! We want our own book and cover. We're four guys who are all important to each other…

Rian's Return was like that. Luckily my publisher, editor and I agreed the two stories needed to be together in one book. I can only hope you all agree as well.

Although the book is called Rian's Return, it's more than just about Rian. We've got Sam and Ed and Ali as well, and it's put on April 12th.

Just who wants who and how…? Well you'll need to read these two stories—Elusive Exclusive and Rian's Reward to find out…

Blurb: Four men or two couples. Sam, Rian, Ed and Ali. Could they work it all out?

Sam knew it was time to move on. Ed seemed the very person to help him.

Would they manage to overcome the obstacle in their way? Namely Rian.

Rian is devastated. Just because he'd sent a Dear John email—or should that be a Dear Sam—did Sam have to accept it?

Ali couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the one guy he'd lusted after all those years earlier, walking along the street in the rain. Could he persuade Rian it was time to move on and get his reward for doing the right thing?

Excerpt:
Sam watched as Ed stood frowning, looking at the washing machine.

"Can you run this empty?" Ed asked him.

"I guess so, that's how you clean it. Why?"

Ed didn't answer directly. "Just come over here a sec, will you. Nice, okay, my turn now? Yeah?" Sam nodded. "Great. So lean your front against the machine then—oh, yeah. Get that lovely cock right up against it."

Sam did as he was told, feeling the cold metal against his body, as the sensation of his robe falling to the floor left him exposed. Cool air feathered over his body. There was a shuddering motion as the machine began its cycle, sending pulsating sensations into his penis. His cock swelled, and hardened.

"Don't move," Ed warned. "It's going to get even better now. Trust me."

The machine rubbed and stimulated Sam as his lover opened and stretched his ass. The gel's cool sensation had him shuddering, and he pushed himself away from the tremors and into Ed's hands. He was firmly pushed back toward the metal, as pressure was applied to his behind. He could feel himself being stretched, felt Ed gently push his penis into his tight opening. Gradually, like a flower in bud, he felt himself opening ever wider as Ed moved deeper. With one fast push, Ed was in.

"Jes-us." He felt himself tighten, involuntarily trying to push Ed out, before he relaxed, rode with the pain and it became pleasure. He moved, pulled Ed in further, begged, sought, and asked for more.


Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Review of Leather+Lace by AB Gayle


★★★★★ Five out of five stars.

I literally couldn't put it down! For anyone interested in a great story, I can't recommend Leather+Lace enough.

I love, love, love Stevie. He is an irreverent smart ass with a wonderful sense of humor. He's been through Hell and it may have twisted him a bit, but it didn't break him.

Master D, or Don the Dom as Stevie dubs him, is a bad ass. Or is that bad ass wannabe? He may know his way around Harleys and leather, but he's no stranger to the softer side of life.

Stevie Tricks may be a female impersonator and Don may be a Dom, but the story is not about BDSM or drag queens. It is about learning to trust again. The elements of both drag and BDSM are very limited.

So leave your expectations behind and enjoy the journey. But be sure to get everything you need handy before you open that first page because I pretty much read it straight through. And at roughly 300 pages, it is by no means a short story.

AB Gayle also put together a Stevie Nicks Leather+Lace playlist on YouTube of all the chapter titles. Something to listen to as you read the novel.

Leather+Lace is available at Dreamspinner Press.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Drag Queens Rule, Okay?


One of the stars of “Leather+Lace” is the Hotel Paradiso. The opening scenes take place in the run down hotel up near Sydney’s notorious Kings Cross.

According to my story, the venue is under new ownership and celebrates the fact with a charity fund raiser. Stevie Stanhope, aka Steven Lindsey Stanhope (when people are pissed off at him) or Stevie Tricks (when in drag) is there in two capacities: as a participant in “Blowjob for Bucks” promoting a new range of flavored condoms especially designed for oral use, and to perform three Stevie Nicks numbers.

Drag is a very obvious part of Sydney’s gay nightlife. Later in the story, I mention two of Sydney’s much loved drag queens: Amelia Airhead and Minnie Cooper. These represent two distinct shades of the drag spectrum. Amelia, (who is just as gorgeous in real life) is the truly glamorous variety. Not trying too hard, just disgustingly beautiful. Minnie Cooper on the other hand (who I've never seen out of drag so I can’t comment here) is more the in-your-face bitch-queen-from-hell variety.

There are a few venues around that they perform at. Thursdays are drag nights at Arq described as Sydney’s best gay nightclub. That’s where artists like Minnie Cooper can be found doing shows like ‘A Tribute to Katy Perry’ or a ‘Tribute to Britney’ (another favorite target).

Another version of the drag queen is Daniel Cater’s alter ego, Dallas Dellaforce. Daniel sees himself as a Performance Artist rather than a drag queen. He is a keen student of glamour and recently sold out three nights of a show dedicated to this. He goes for “effects” and a certain look that he is trying to create. He also creates his own costumes. He attended the recent Mardi Gras (our Pride event) after party as Barbie and recreated one of her costumes. He’s fascinated by the Super Models like Linda Evangelista and manages to recreate their looks.


Note the scraps of material on the floor in the above picture and he made the gown based on the Aussie and Aboriginal flags. The thing I like about Daniel is that he can do the "effect" the other way and be the butchest male around as seen on the poster for a recent Sleaze Ball and another from a recent shoot. He's more how I see the male version of Stevie...

The final type of drag queen is the female impersonator, where it’s a musical performance and not so much cross dressing to scratch a sexual kink. That’s how I see Stevie. The clothes and the make-up give him the permission to break out of the straight jacket that he’d been forced into, but he still stays as close to the original as he can. Who, let’s face it, is beautiful and all the clothes and flowing scarves can hide his tattoos and butch physique.



We don’t have any Stevie Nicks impersonators in Australia, but the US have a “Night of a Thousand Stevies.” http://www.mothernyc.com/stevie/ A guy called Todd Stephens did a fantastic rendition.








Drag queens and the guys who do drag have to be tough and usually are tough. They've had to be in life to survive. Rush Derr IV one of my Facebook friends is a great example and helped me a lot by describing his routine for getting ready for a performance.

And for those who have been curious about how they manage to hide everything so effectively. When they’re cold a guy’s balls draw up into a cavity within their pelvis. So they can tuck them into there. Then they wedge their penis back into their ass crack. Some use tape to fix it into position, others just wear tight underwear. Stevie’s flowing clothes would have hidden that aspect, but according to Rush, any drag queen who doesn't tuck is not really a drag queen.





The contrast to the Drag Queens are the Leather Men who have parties like this:
Note the ban on cologne (also expressed as “closed toe nights”).



So, I’d love to hear from readers what they think about drag queens. Love ‘em or hate ‘em? I’ll give away an ecopy of “Leather+Lace” to a lucky respondent.












Leather+Lace
Blurb: Swathed in chiffon and lace, Steven Stanhope owns the stage as Stevie Tricks, lip-synching the songs of the famous gypsy queen. But after he escapes an abusive Master/slave relationship, the only collar he'll allow around his neck is black velvet.

After a four-year absence, Steve is ready to reclaim his life and the property he left behind. But is it safe? Definitely not if his ex is still into leather. To find out, Steve appears at a charity night for the local BDSM community, using the anonymity of his stage persona to mask his identity.

Instead of his ex-Master, Julius, Steve finds a tangled mess centered around another Master of Leather, Donato Rossi. In order to unravel their ties to the past, Steve and Don must find common ground and work together. In the process, they learn that when it comes to love, sometimes you have to make your own rules.

Leather+Lace available March 22, 2013 at Dreamspinner Press