A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ You Know You Wanna Look #2

First things first.

The Hot Man:

Want to reach out and touch cover model John Quinlan?

http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/

http://www.johnquinlan.org/

http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan

The Quickie:

 Using Broken Wings to Fly

 Written for the Goodreads Love is Always Write Event 

Opening lines: 

How did they expect him to retouch this damaged photo? George sighed and carefully rubbed at a spot. Great, this was one of Lucian LeTour’s rare remaining photos. The restorer hated feeling like he failed in his task. The photo seemed damaged beyond repair. George rubbed around the downcast eyes.

The eyes flicked upward. They stared in terror.

George lunged back in alarm.

“Help me. Please help me. They know where I hide. Help me.” 

“Help you?” Recovering, he tried to sound nonchalant, though his heart hammered louder than the cranky pump in the film-processing darkroom. “I think I’ll pass. I have my hands full right now. My ex-wife calls twice a day, just checking to see if I’ve gotten over being gay, my son ignores me, and my boyfriend, who by the way, just bought a pair of pink leather oxfords, wants a fucking commitment. So, I’m tied up at the moment, but I’ll have my people get back to you.”

Not that he had "people" anymore, since becoming a falling-down drunk led to being fired from his spot on a national news show, but what the fuck, it wasn't as if the angel was real. Since Afghanistan, George saw all kinds of shit that wasn't real.

Have a great weekend, and thanks for dropping in.

NNP Anniversary Blog Hop

Congratulations to Miss Gina Kincaid and the entire Naughty Nights Press crew for their first year. I'm fortunate enough to count myself among their authors, and delighted to participate in their First Anniversary Blog Hop! As part of the festivities, I'll be giving two random commenters a copy of my latest e-book release, Soft Sounds of Pleasure. All you need do for a chance to win is leave a comment and an e-mail address. Winner will be chosen at the end of the hop by the Draw Straws online application, and the link to the result will be posted. I will notify the winner via e-mail, so be sure to leave one along with your 'hello'. That's all you have to do, easy enough, huh? 

Quickie Blurb: Colton wants a home run with Lila. The bases are loaded against him: one foul nephew, one ogre-in-law, and Lila's loyal heart won't let Colton pinch-hit for her late husband. With the whole town keeping score, it's Game On.

Full Blurb: Lila Walker has batted lead-off in Colton De Marco's fantasies for years, and now that he's stumbled upon her sunbathing in the nude, he decides to take his best swing.

Coping with her ogre-in-law, her inability to collect her late husband's life insurance, and the knowledge the entire town's counting the days she wears widow's weeds, Lila decides some between-the-sheets batting practice is just the distraction she needs—even if their sexy scrimmage won't last the summer.

But is she missing Colton's signals that he's in it to win it? And can Colton knock it out of the park with the attractive widow before his thirteen-year-old nephew's foul attitude gets him thrown out of the game?

Read Chapter One here.


Be sure and visit the other thirty-five participating authors for chances to win other great prizes. The host for this Hop, NNP is giving away  thirteen (13!) total prizes, including a Grand Prize of a Kindle Fire with two e-books from their Amazon back list, along with twelve second place prizes of a randomly-chosen e-book, also from their Amazon back list. This link will take you to the NNP host blog, where you will be able to comment for a chance to win, as well as find links to the other participant's blogs.  Thanks so much for dropping in, and Happy First Anniversary NNP! Here's to many more naughty nights together.

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WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT: It's just past midnight at my house, and the winners have been chosen! Here's the link to the first Draw Straws selection, and congratulations to Book Addict. On the second draw (link to results) the winner was bn 100! I'll be sending you ladies your copy of Soft Sounds of Pleasure in just a few minutes. Thanks to all those who dropped in and especially to those who commented.  :)

Ode to a Corset

Hips flared into curves so majestic & sweet,

Her chest was high and full, not able to see her feet.

Her waist was a sensuous curve of blue,

Satin ribbon threads that united the two.

"Don't stop, please go on," He responded with vigour, 

While she held her breath to gently

loosen the threads, the release of endured rigor.

As He on the laces his fingers did pull & press,

She heard him ejaculate one word, "Success".

By Laura Dominguez

(This was originally posted by one of my friends on Facebook, and I felt it deserved to be shared.)

Happy Hump Day!

Seduction ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more from Soft Sounds of Pleasure:

True to what she probably thought of his damn gender, he hadn't spared much more than a glance at her face. Because he had her face memorized, dammit, but it was the rest of her he'd needed to see. How long had she watched him while he'd let his eyes feast on her?

But his now-jubilant cock was even more perilously close to ejecting his load as the implication behind her words sank in.

He whirled around and damned if she wasn't touching herself, one pink-tipped finger slowly circling her clit, making his cock leap in his Levi's. This woman was absolute hell on his self-control.

Thanks for dropping in, and please be sure to check the official Six Sentence Sunday blog for many more sixes!

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ You Know You Wanna Look

Thanks for checking out a new weekly feature I think I'll call A Hot Man and a Quickie.  Each week you'll get a new hot male image, and a short excerpt--really short--from one of my upcoming releases.

I received a nice e-mail from a male model who's working to break into the romance cover business. (Hawt guys in my inbox, gotta add that to the list of perks for this job.) Male model John Quinlan has done a few generic covers in order to give romance writers a peek at his, um, assets. After you click to enlarge the high-res image, enjoy a quickie from When a Soldier Cries.

First, the eye-candy: 

Find the cover shots on John's official website. (Top left hand corner, second box from the top)
Right now, all you erotica and romance writers, he's offering free use of his stock covers, so if you don't already have a character that resembles John's rugged good looks, get those fingers busy.

Other links for John Quinlan:

http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/

http://www.johnquinlan.org/

http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan


When a Soldier Cries
(Unedited Excerpt)

Major Tanner Caldwell knew the little prison shrink just fucked up his undercover op the instant he heard the first feminine shriek of outrage. Ordering his fellow Juvenile Correction Officer—a real one—to stay with the other inmates, he raced out the door of the residence hall. Running hard across the bucolic grounds of Jackson Detention Center for Boys toward the increasingly furious screams, he inwardly cursed Dr. Victoria Banks.

Years in Special Ops made him immune to panic, yet he pushed himself to his limit because the juvenile offender with Dr. Banks, Evel ‘Cotton’ Covington, was a nasty piece of work. The kid was the reason Tanner was in Concord, North Carolina, posing as a JCO. Cotton’s father was the suspected leader of a bunch of home-grown terrorists calling themselves Patriots of the New Dawn. Tanner hoped to learn where the Patriots were stashing the military equipment they were stealing by getting close to the bastard’s incarcerated fifteen-year-old son. If the kid hurt the shrink and she made a report about the incident, Evel would likely be returned to a higher security prison. The little degenerate had already been in a few scrapes since he’d arrived. Undercover at the medium-security juvenile prison since the day Cotton was shipped here, Tanner had worked his ass off to get close to the little prick.

It infuriated him to think that twenty-one days work and a damn good idea was about to go up in flames because of one bossy woman. The stubborn shrink refused to remain in the controlled environment of the residence hall to have her session with Cotton today.

He didn’t have the authority to contradict Dr. Bank’s troublesome idea. He’d tried to worm his way into the shrink’s good graces, thinking she’d be a good alternate source of information on Cotton, but she treated him like toxic waste.

Yeah, that was why. It wasn’t because she was a challenge to everything male in him. It sure wasn’t because she was really cute in a wholesome, girl-next-door way, with an adorable little nose dusted with freckles and odd-colored eyes so big they practically swallowed her face. It couldn’t be because she had a slim figure crowned with small round breasts he’d bet his next paycheck were so sensitive he could make her come from simply toying with them. It wasn’t because she always wore her hair pulled back so tightly and knotted that he’d spent fucking hours wondering how long it would be when he took the pins out and ran his hands through it. No, it was because she was a good source of info. Sure. Cue the sarcastic laughter and thank God his brother Tristan wasn’t here to call ‘bullshit’.

Running flat out, the veteran Marine cut around the large stone gazebo anchoring the central yard of the wire-fenced facility and finally sighted the pair, both dismayed and pleased by the scene taking place. Evel kneed the Doc’s legs apart as he yelled at her, using his body to pin her hands. That sight alone made his anger jump ship from the doctor to the kid. 
Cotton was a rapist.

Unforgettable ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more sentences from Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

Colton recalls meeting Lila for the first time, a decade before.

And then, she'd lifted the hem of that damn t-shirt and wiped the sweat from her face, revealing the creamy bottoms of her generous breasts, as well as a firm, tanned tummy, all shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Cut-off jeans had been barely hanging onto her slim hips. Colton had been riveted by the sight as a single bead of moisture slipped from between those breasts, meandering down her tummy to pool in her belly button. And he'd come, just like that. 

Some nights he jerked off to that memory. After ten years, it still possessed the power to make him come. 

Thanks for dropping in. Please visit the Six Sentence Sunday blog to read six sentences by other authors. 

Shameless Summer Giveaway Winner Announced!

A big "thank you" to everyone who dropped in on my giveaway as part of the Shameless Summer Giveaway blog hop. Out of twenty-three commenters, twenty provided an e-mail address as requested, and those twenty names went in the drawing for the free copy. I used the Draw Straws online app to select the winner, which uses the Random.org algorithm, and the winner is Holls! I'll be sending you an e-mail to find out which format you'd like for your free copy of Soft Sounds of Pleasure, and I hope you enjoy reading Lila and Colton's story. 

I apologize for not being more interactive during the course of the giveaway. I was on a hard deadline to finish Book 2 of this series, and Dan and Cynda, the main characters, didn't like a word of my first draft...

Link to the official drawing results

Thanks once more to Jen (Red Hot Books), Brie (Romance Around the Corner) & Michelle (Michelle's Book Blog) for hosting the event, and thanks again for dropping in!

Just F*cking Fabulous ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Welcome back! Ready for another six sentences from 

Soft Sounds of Pleasure?

"I'm sorry about Pete," he burst out, his voice sounding about as ragged as she felt. "I'm sorry I didn't know, Lila, are you...are you okay?"

She was, if you didn't count the fact she had house payments to make and Pete's life insurance wasn't in any hurry to pay up. She was doing fine if you didn't count the fact all her old friends had deserted her. She was absolutely peachy as long as her mother-in-law kept her distance. She was just fucking fabulous if she didn't let herself think too much about her only child being deployed to Iraq.

Thanks for dropping in, and be sure to check out the other Six Sentence Sunday posts this week.

Shameless Summer Giveaway Hop - Win a Copy of Soft Sounds of Pleasure!

Participating authors

Thanks to Jen (Red Hot Books), Brie (Romance Around the Corner) & Michelle (Michelle's Book Blog) for sponsoring this exciting hop!

It's happening just in time for the release of my first full-length novel, Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

Win a copy of this e-book in your choice of formats:PDF, PDB, Mobi, PRC, ePub, FB2, HTML, LRF, LIT, and RB.

All you need to do to enter is leave a comment telling me what your favorite thing is about summer, along with your e-mail address. 

I'll tell you mine in a word: baseball. Those hot, hunky guys swinging bats get me all lathered up.


Winner will be chosen by Random.org.

Blurb:

Lila Walker has batted lead-off in Colton De Marco's

fantasies for years, and now that he's stumbled upon her

sunbathing in the nude, he decides to take his best swing.

Coping with her ogre-in-law, her inability

to collect her late husband's life insurance, and the knowledge the

entire town’s counting the days she wears widow's weeds,

Lila decides some between-the-sheets batting practice is just the distraction

she needs--even if their sexy scrimmage won’t last the summer.

But is she missing Colton's signals that he's in it to win it?

And can Colton knock it out of the park with the attractive widow

before his thirteen-year-old nephew’s foul attitude

gets Colton thrown out of the game? 

Please click here to visit the other participating authors on the sign-up sheet.

Busted ~ Soft Sounds of Pleasure #sixsunday

Another six sentences from my upcoming release, Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

Turning his back on her bare form was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but Colton quietly spun around, praying to God she didn't wake. Lila had the right to masturbate on her own deck, and she probably had to, since Pete's accident had left him paralyzed from the neck down, but he'd had no right to see the proof.

The sound of a neighbor cranking his lawn-tractor might as well have been the jet engines firing up on the rocket ship he'd ride into Hell.

The voice she used in his fantasies when she begged him to fuck her stopped him dead in his tracks before he'd taken two silent steps.
"Examined and rejected, how depressing. Tell me Colton, how old is the lucky lady that's going to be the recipient of that most impressive bulge in your jeans?" 

Thanks for dropping in. Be sure to visit the official Six Sentence Sunday blog, where you'll find six more sentences from this week's participating writers.

Self-Doubt ~ Sunday Snippets

Welcome! This is my first week participating in Sunday Snippets. I hope you enjoy this selection from my current work in progress, Wildly Inappropriate, an interracial romance that's the second title in my upcoming series, those Devilish De Marco Men. The first title, Soft Sounds of Pleasure will be released Saturday, June 9th, by Silver Publishing. 

(unedited)
Cynda longed to be anything other than what she was. A young, black, unemployed woman in the South had no standing, no power at all, she felt. She ached to be more to Daniel than a sex toy, but she had no idea how she might make that happen. It seemed to her she had a lot in common with that damn peach his grandfather had developed—tasty, but with too much downside. She didn’t conform enough to fit into his world, but neither was she unique enough to have some chance at making him take that risk. So, other than the fact that ten police vehicles had her car blocked in, why was she still here?

Thanks for dropping in, and please visit the other participating authors , by visiting the Official Sunday Snippet sign-up link, on the Red Lipstick Diaries blog.