Friday, May 31, 2013

C.R. Moss - Sunset Temptations, a 1NightStand story from Decadent Publishing

     What a week this has been!!
     Hope you're all ready for the weekend. I bet I have just the thing to warm up your TBR pile!!

     Please help me welcome C.R. Moss as she introduces you to her sizzling new release, Sunset Temptations!!

     CR, show us your latest Naughty Notion…

The Las Vegas area is heating up!
   The Sunset ladies are back, and this time it’s Ivy’s turn. She’s heading up to a resort on Mount Charleston with her roommate Kiran to participate in a 1NightStand date her cousin set her up on. On the way Kiran drops a couple of surprises on her. One is that he has a date up there, too.
But that’s not the only shock they’re in for that evening. There’s a man up there ready and waiting for the two of them.
   Get ready to be tempted…

~ Sunset Temptations – a 1NightStand story from Decadent Publishing ~
(Book Content / Warnings: Contemporary, Erotic, Chick Lit, Romance, Menage, Alternative / Oral, anal, GLBT, [MM, MMF, MFM])

Can wishes come true in just one night?
* Roommates, Ivy Tramonto and Kiran Emerson, are heading out for their blind dates set up through a prestigious matchmaking service. Neither know anything about the men they’re to meet at a charity event being held in a mountain resort, but they’re looking forward to the adventure and forgetting about all their problems for an evening.
* Resort owner, Robert Bourbon, doesn’t have time to play the field, especially when he wants a polyamorous relationship. After requesting the services of Madame Eve, he’s matched with the perfect pair and believes life can’t get any better.
* Everything seems to be going great, until a mistake one of them made comes back to haunt them.
* Will they make it through the dilemma or will they miss out on having their true desires granted?

~ Excerpt ~
“Sir, Miss Tramonto and Mr. Emerson have arrived. They have checked into the suites on either side of your penthouse as you requested.” Brandan fingered the screen of his tablet, then held the device out. “I need you to sign the contract for the adventure group coming in.”
“Thank you.” He looked over the electronic document, pulled his stylus from inside his jacket, and signed it. “I’m glad they arrived a few hours before the event. It will give us all time to get to know one another.”
“Would you still like to meet Miss Tramonto first?” The adjunct one-handed typed on the screen. “There. The contract is sent. I will contact Miss Tramonto if you don’t need me for anything else.”
“Yes. Please call her suite and have her ready herself for the evening. Once she is, show her to the Juniper Patio. Don’t forget to give her the sunset-colored rose.” Robert strode over to the mirrored wall behind the built-in bar and readjusted his tie. He liked the charcoal gray against his black dress shirt.
“I won’t, sir. What of Mr. Emerson?”
“After you see Miss Tramonto to the patio, visit Mr. Emerson at his suite and tell him I’ve been detained in a meeting. Have him wait in the Shadscale Bar. I will find him there in a bit. I need to keep them separate until the right time presents itself.”
“As you wish. Also, Mrs. Lawrence is looking for you to go over the schedule for the evening.”
“Good. I’ll be right with her. Anything else?”
“No, sir.” Brandan nodded and left the room.
Robert strode over to his desk and opened the files on his matches. Ivy Tramonto’s paperwork listed her as a blue-eyed woman with honey-gold hair. It also mentioned her being an adrenaline nut who loved the outdoors. She had worked on the strip in one of the acrobat shows until recently. The same went for Kiran Emerson. Both were good looking, athletic, adventure seekers. Madame Evangeline had also said they were friends, lived together, and occasionally were intimate. Both had fantasies revolving around participating in a threesome.
Perfect. Just the kind of companions I’d hoped for.
With a chuckle, he closed the folders. He knew at least three people who’d be granted their desires tonight, even if they weren’t official charity wishes.

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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Have You 'Dissed' Another Author Lately?

     Welcome to my home away from home.
     For those of you who have dropped in for your first visit, I hope you’ll come back from time to time.
     I don’t post nearly as often as I should, but perhaps that will change now that summer is about to officially begin, and I’ll be able to take a break from chauffeuring my kids around.
     I host a plethora of authors here, and that’s my favorite part of having a blog. Authors helping authors is a sincere form of flattery because, let’s face it, unless we’re published by one of those big-time, out of reach publishing houses, authors have to do most of our own promotion ourselves. It’s all part of the job description.
     Promotion can become quite costly, but as I've learned over the last few years, it doesn’t have to be if we help each other out. My readers might not know about some of the guests I feature, and the same goes when I visit another blog. Blog hopping, and swapping, opens doors that might have never been opened otherwise.
     I’ve always considered promoting other authors as part of what I refer to as, “Paying it Forward.”
    I have met some fabulously creative and amazing authors. My experience has been, for the most part, quite lovely and positive…until recently.
     Not long ago, last June to be exact, my writing took a sharp turn when I started writing under my pseudonym, Tyler Robbins.
     The world accepted this change, and I’ve done my best to make sure I’ve handled this new persona, and the genre Tyler writes, responsibly, and with great caution, and sensitivity to the subject matter.
     If you haven’t read any of Tyler’s wildly popular books, she writes gay romance. Her characters are generally deeply closeted men, or men who are on the verge of being open about their sexuality who just needed a little nudge in the form of the perfect love interest … their very own Mr. Right!!
     I’ve enjoyed this journey immensely because it’s allowed me to explore my own curiosities and address stereotyping about not only gay men, but men in general.
     I’ve asked a lot of questions, done a lot of research, and carefully thought long and hard about each of my characters; who they are, what they want to say, and where they want life to take them.
    My stories encourage practicing safe sex, monogamous relationships, and definitely supports fidelity in every book I have ever written. My gay romances uphold those same ideals, as well they should.
     I’ve never denied using caution when I first took my writing in this direction, and I certainly haven't tried to hide my true identity. My goal was never to hide behind Tyler, but rather give her a voice all her own. And so far, she’s the only one having any success, and her fan base is growing larger every day. I can’t describe how exciting, and even humbling, that has been.
     I have been quite proud of my efforts, until a short while ago when my feelings were deeply hurt. I've been insulted many times over the years, so this was not a first time experience for me. 
     In fact, I was told once by a fellow author, that she wouldn’t read my books because they were erotic. (Not just Tyler’s books, but even my male/female books). I considered her extremely conservative religion, and shook it off. Some people don’t want raw passion and consummation in a story unless it’s behind closed doors, and that’s perfectly fine. I get it.
     I gave it some thought and figured, what the heck, she wasn’t my target audience anyway. No harm, no foul.
     Since then, I’ve paid more attention to which authors lend a hand to help, and I have been amazed by the positive response Tyler has received. So many of you out there in Publishingland are amazing. 
     That’s how it's supposed to be; authors helping authors. At least, that's what I've been told since I first stepped foot into this world in 2009.
     Then, it happened again. Another author contacted me privately, saying she would be discontinuing her association with me because of the nature of my writing … since I’ve been writing erotic romance for three years, and she hadn’t had a problem with it before, I naturally came to the conclusion that this sudden change of heart had to have been because of Tyler.

Now, mind you, Tyler’s first book. “Beyond Honor” released in June of 2012, and has done fairly well compared to my thirteen previously published books under my real name. 

Readers have been very kind to this book and I am forever in their debt.
Equality for American soldiers as well as everyone else, is a subject near and dear to my heart. Not to mention the fact that a married, heterosexual soldier and his wife are responsible for me writing it in the first place. Go figure!

The second book, “Immortal Thirst” blurred the line a bit as a ménage, so its slow rise to stardom wasn't much of a surprise, nor did it break my spirit with it's lackluster success. It was a fun story I enjoyed writing just to see how far I could stretch the boundaries of my imagination, and tiptoe into uncharted waters.
I'm pleased to say that it's still being purchased and read, and holding its own. Yaay!!

Then came “A Beautiful Lie”, which has been nothing short of a beautiful surprise!!
Readers have feasted on this story, and have raved about every tasty morsel, which has delighted me to no end. Even the least flattering reviews haven’t totally ripped me to shreds, and I am thankful for that.
This story was set in the town where I was born and still currently live, and although fictionalized, and not based on real people, it has left a deep impression on so many readers who've contacted me about it. Their support and thoughts on the story have truly touched my heart. 

     I’d come to think I’d found my calling.
     So, imagine my heartbreak to discover that the worst blow I would receive wouldn’t come from a dissatisfied reader, or even a conservative reader lashing out against homosexuality, but rather, another author whom I’ve gladly promoted many, many times over the years.
     It was in that moment that I realized how much stock we actually put into the opinions of our peers.
     I must, however, take responsibility for my part in this situation by foolishly allowing another writer to hurt me. I should have known better, and I should have followed the advice of my inner-circle and rebuffed the entire event. Instead, I was caught completely off-guard, and took it much harder than I should have. Maybe it was because I had a lot going on with my daughter graduating high school, and perhaps I was being overly sensitive. Who knows. 
     Looking back now, I’m reminded of the mean girls in those teen movies who stare down their noses at the one girl who dares to be different. Their comments often hit below the belt, even though put in such a way it could almost sound like a compliment.
     It goes against every fiber of my being to renounce another writer simply because their writing isn’t conducive with the genre I write, and trust me, it’s the main reason I don’t give reviews. I’m no expert on historicals, sci-fi, and a number of other genres. I don’t read them, so naturally, I can’t give an unbiased opinion.
      I simply can’t bring myself to say anything bad about writers who are in the same place I am in their career. My opinion isn’t all that important, so why talk down to someone who writes something different than what I write? It would serve no purpose, and would just make me look, and feel, like an ass.
      I write gay romance in a world where prejudice is something a lot of people pretend no longer exists, and many find it easy to hide behind religion, with no regard to the blatant fact that not everyone is of the same mind when it comes to religious beliefs, nor are they required to be.
     I get it, I really do. Not everyone believes in equality, and the right to be who they are. And not every writer is going to include sex or even sexuality in their stories, and that’s their right to do as they feel best for who they are as an artist.
     I’m me, and I write what I feel in my heart is real, and sometimes the truth is ugly, and uncomfortable, but it’s still the truth.
     Love and romance are the same.
     Heterosexual couples don’t love any more or less than gay/lesbian couples. Heterosexuals are no more faithful or capable of maintaining long-term, monogamous relationships than their gay/lesbian counterparts.
     And in that respect, mainstream romance authors are no better than erotic authors, nor should they be held in higher esteem because they choose not to include sex in their books.
     That way of thinking would be absurd, and a whole other kind of bias.
     If you have ever followed me on any social media sites, you would know that I don’t post sexually explicit material, except the occasional sexy photo on hump day, and even those are clothed and never too risqué.
     I try to be positive in everything I post. Okay, so I go overboard with photos of my kids and our pets. And look out during football season, you might get bonked upside the head with flying Houston Texans' memorabilia. 
     I’m also careful to post warnings on my blogs when sexual content will be displayed. I take that very seriously because the last thing I want to do is offend someone.
     I make myself quite clear as often as I can that other authors should not feel obligated to promote me or my books. I’m okay if they don’t. If someone doesn’t approve of what I write, or who I promote, they don’t have to follow me, or subscribe to my posts. It’s just that simple.
     As an author, I owe my success, and even my self-esteem, to other authors. Without that support system, this journey would be an uphill battle, and certainly not as much fun as it has been so far.
     I rely on my peers to cheer me on as I cheer them on. We’re on the same team, share similar stories, express ourselves in much the same way, and when we’re together, we become like family, understanding each other in ways our real families often times cannot.
     I’ve said many times over the years that nobody gets another writer like another writer. We’re a special breed of people, and speak a language all our own.
     When the chips are down, nobody can guide you through the minefield better than another author who’s gone through before you.

     So, if you find yourself in this situation, my advice, whatever it’s worth, is this:

     If you come across an author whose books aren’t quite your cup of tea, move on.
     Never say anything negative to them, or make them feel like they aren’t on your same level because the material in their books aren’t the same as yours. If you start thinking, or acting like you’re better than someone, trust me, someone else will inevitably come along and do the same to you. It doesn't feel  very nice at all. 
     If you don’t like what someone writes, quietly un-friend them, don’t follow back, or just fade into the background altogether. No need to hurt their feelings, or make a big fuss. I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t interact with them on a regular basis, and don’t frequent the same writing groups, chances are they probably won’t notice anyway.
     For heaven’s sake, don’t tell them what you’re doing or why, no matter how casual or polite you intend to be, because you never know just how hurtful your words might be to them personally and/or creatively. Stifling another writer's muse is not pretty, and it's unnecessary. 
     I always revert back to kindergarten, and remember that rule my mama told me, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.”
     If you don’t care for the content of a certain genre, or if a genre goes against your religious or moral beliefs, nobody expects you to compromise yourself just to show your support.   

     And never tell another author that you’ll remain connected to them on social networks as long as they guarantee never to post anything about their own books on their own page. That’s rude, inconsiderate, insulting, and completely uncalled for.
     Statements like that speak more about your character than that of the author you’re singling out.
     When all is said and done, we're all in the same boat together. We can be a sensitive bunch who treat our books like our children, and as such, we naturally parent in different ways. You might prefer to teach your kids abstinence, while I might encourage waiting for marriage, too, but still suggest condoms as a backup plan just in case my kids don't listen. 
    This industry can be harsh enough without authors hurting other authors. 
     When we work together, and treat each other with respect, it's a truly beautiful sight to behold. 
     THAT'S the world I want to be a part of. 

     Anyone caring to leave a comment, please feel free to speak your heart, but also please remember to be courteous to others whose opinions might differ from your own.
     Carry on my lovelies, and let's get some writing done!!!!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Rebecca Brochu and her latest M/M Novel...

It’s never a dull moment around here when Rebecca Brochu stops by, though she drops in so often, it’s a wonder nobody ever suffers from whiplash.
We never mind a little pain when one of Rebecca’s yummy books is the reason for the visit. The more the merrier, is my philosophy!!
I’m gonna turn the reins over to Rebecca, and let her tell you all about herself, and The Alpha’s Ardor.

It’s all yours, Rebecca…

I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.
As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd's, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world.
I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.
I first stepped into writing through the dangerous world of fanfiction. If not for the wonderful people that I met there I would have never had the courage to submit my first novella.
I truly do owe it all to the readers.
Thank you so very much.

Wolves of Flathead, 1 

Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.
Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.
Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Be Warned: m/m sex, knotting

Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.
Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.
Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.
Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.
“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.
“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.
“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia #hahat

     Welcome to Tyler's Naughty Notions
     Have a look around, and make yourselves at home. 
     I hope you enjoy your visit, and leave feeling a little better about the world around you. We're all headed in different directions, with so much going on as it is, and I think it's nice for this one day to focus on the same thing ... ending homophobia once and for all.

     Has it really been a year since we last tackled this issue? For some, yeah, but for others, withstanding hatred and discrimination is an EVERYDAY battle. 
     Sad, but true. 
     While I've always been an advocate for equality, I haven't had much experience dealing with prejudices pertaining to transphobia. After all, I live in a tiny Texas town where transgendered people would "stand out". This phobia must be more common in the "big cities", right?
     As I was planning this little post, I realized I've personally known a transgendered person since he was three years old, and he literally lives right down the street from my home, and goes to school with my daughters. 
     Perplexed, I asked myself how I could have overlooked this? Then it occurred to me...because, you big dummy, you don't see him any differently than you see the other kids in the neighborhood.

     This is "Sam's" story, so check your bigotry at the door, there is no place for it here....

All About "Sam"....

     I first met "Sam" when he was a darling, 3yr old little boy in preschool. He had this chubby little face, and wore glasses that only added to his adorableness. 
     On the outside, he looked like all the other kids in school, but inside, there was so much more going on. Within a few weeks, we had all started noticing little differences. 
     At first, it was subtle, like his preference for girl's toys, and the cute little purse he'd brought from home.
     After a while, the teacher said he'd been referring to himself as a girl, and when the teacher spoke to Sam's parents, they all felt it was just a phase. Most of us weren't convinced, and it was then that I first realized that no matter what society tried to say about sexuality being a "choice"--- that THREE year old child had definitely been BORN that way.

     Sam didn't have boy feelings, and didn't identify with boy things. He was a girl, and the world was just gonna have to get used to it. 
     Some teachers and faculty rolled their eyes, and felt he should be "forced" to be a boy, and some felt he had no place at all in school around other children. 
     YES, teachers and school administrators can be as dumb as doorknobs, too. A College education can't buy common sense or erase prejudice.   

          As far as I could tell, Sam's parent's hadn't outright encouraged him, but at least they seemed to have the foresight to just let him be ... and having no "first-hand"  knowledge of what went on in the privacy of their home, I was under the assumption they wouldn't force Sam to be a boy either.
     Time went on and Sam continued to bring purses, makeup and many other "girl" things to school, and after a while, everyone just sort of accepted it. That was just how Sam was. The other children didn't seem to notice, and most parents paid no mind to the differences either. 
     When Sam moved on to elementary school, I didn't see him again until we moved across town into the same neighborhood where Sam and his family lived.
     Imagine my surprise when I saw Sam at the bus stop, now around the age of eight, and looking very much like a BOY!
     At first, I admit, I was somewhat relieved, feeling that his life would go so much smoother without the gender "thing" to contend with. If he was simply gay, he'd be accepted much more easily, right? 
    Without bringing too much attention to it, I asked my kids if they knew Sam. 
    My girls, who are younger, and much more perceptive than my oblivious sons, nodded, and one even said, "Yeah, but he's a little different."
     "Oh?" I asked. "How so?"
     "I think he thinks he's a girl," my eldest daughter replied. "He has this really cute purse, and he wears lip-gloss and everything."
     "The other kids tease him." My other daughter spoke up. 
     My heart sank, and then I panicked. "Do you tease him?"
     Both shook their heads, and my oldest daughter shrugged. "If he wants to be a girl, he can be a girl."
     Whew, I had proof, once and for all, that I had raised my kids RIGHT!     

     Time marched on, and I had forgotten all about Sam and his little eccentricities for a while, until this year when I passed a kid on a bicycle who appeared somewhat peculiar. The kid's hair was long, almost shoulder length, and the clothes were a little on the "goth" side. I wasn't even sure if the child was a boy or a girl.
     Once again, I went with my gut and questioned my daughters. "Is that Sam?"
     "Yes," my oldest answered. 
     "They still tease him, Mom." The other added. 
     I wasn't sure what I could say, so I just went with what came naturally. "Well, that's because some kids just don't know better."     

     But was that entirely true? Shouldn't junior high and high school kids know better? I pondered this problem as we drove along.
     "And kids are meaner now than they used to be," my oldest explained. "But Sam just ignores them."
     "Well good for him. And you shouldn't be afraid to stand up for him either. He needs to know that not everybody is a jerk."
     "Oh we do, mom. We do."
      My heart was once again at ease, but not nearly as much as it would be a few weeks later when we pulled into the corner store in our neighborhood. 
     I sat in the car waiting for my girls to run in and buy some sodas, when I saw Sam inside, sweeping the floor. His dad had been working part time at the store, and Sam had been going there to help out after school.
     Sam's hair was longer, and he was definitely wearing makeup, well eyeliner anyway. His clothes were rather gender neutral and he seemed happy. 
       I watched my daughters acknowledge him, and nearly cried when they hugged him. They all talked and laughed for a few minutes while my girls shopped and paid for their drinks. 
     When they returned to the car, I made sure to let them know how proud I was that they hadn't succumbed to peer pressure, and had treated Sam with the respect he deserved. 
     After all, somewhere deep inside all the long hair and eyeliner, Sam was still that little three year old who was probably the "Truest" most "genuine" person I had ever met. Someone who wasn't, and isn't, afraid to be himself, in whatever way he identifies with. 
     Sam is who he is, and it isn't for anybody else to say otherwise. Sam knows, and that's what really matters.
     I smile when I see Sam huddled with other girls in the neighborhood, and in my mind, I wonder if he will always be just as happy as he appears now. 
     I haven't heard if Sam has decided to continue living his life somewhere in the middle, or if he might someday go "all the way", but I do know that whatever he decides, I'll always envy his courage. 
     Sam does have a rough road ahead, that's for sure, but we're making great strides everyday toward equality, and someday that veil of hatred and prejudice will be lifted. And when that day comes, all the Sams of the world can he seen for who they are, and what they aspire to be, not judged by their gender or sexuality. 

 Is there a Sam in your life? If so, make sure you tell them everyday that although you may not relate to their plight, you do support them and love them unconditionally.   You'd be surprised how powerful that simple gesture can be.               

Please feel free to share your thoughts and ideas about how we can better educate our kids, and what we can each do personally, to make the future better for everyone. 
      I will choose THREE winners by the end of the week, to win digital copies of my first M/M novel, "Beyond Honor", or my latest, Amazon Best-seller, "A Beautiful Lie."

      Also, be sure to visit the other hops and enter whatever contests those blogs have. This hop is guaranteed to not only be educational and touching, it's going to be tons of fun, too!!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

What's good for the goose...

   Or as I prefer to say: What's good for the gander is good for the goose, too...

    It's an old saying I've heard all of my life, but until recently, I never knew, nor appreciated how true the statement could be. I also never knew how much fun it would be to prove if I flipped it.
     This is especially true when it comes to sex.

     Television, movies and comedians everywhere have made a lot of money, and made a lot of people laugh at the truth behind men, and their sexual fantasies about watching two women together, or even joining in to make it a threesome. (I'll skip the one about twins, just because it's ... well I don't know what it is, I just get creeped out by it) J

      Now that I've taken an intimate look at the flip-side to that little fantasy, as a woman thinking the same about two sexy, hot and sweaty men going at it, I've come to savor helping to level the playing field. 
     My first experience reading a gay romance featuring two men, left me more curious than I could have ever imagined, and made me ask more than a few questions. I noticed immediately that men can be quite different than women when it comes to intimacy and penetration.

    It's very true for women as well in the lesbian community. I know women who don't do penetration beyond the use of fingers. Toys are out, too, and they have their reasons for their preferences.

     Little did I know when I read that first M/M novel, that men can be the same. Some men prefer to "give" and never "receive". If I've learned anything through this little adventure, it's the difference between tops and bottoms. 

    As a heterosexual woman, the idea of no vaginal penetration seemed odd...but then again, I'm a breeder so it kind of comes with the territory. Heheh...

  As far as gay men are concerned, I wonder if it has more to do with a power thing. Maybe some gay readers can enlighten me on that. 

    I do know a thing or two about anal sex, and I admit, I've managed to avoid it quite effectively, though I definitely know women who LOVE it. What can I say, I have a low tolerance for certain kinds of pain.

    That doesn't mean I don't like to ensure the characters in my books feel every inch of that particular pleasure every chance I get. In fact, I enjoy it very much. Sounds like I might have a dark side I may need to consider exploring at some point. :)

     Getting back to the curious goose having her fantasies realized, I highly recommend testing the waters with a good book.
    What better way to explore hidden desires, and still keep it private. After all, even I had no idea how interesting and enjoyable I would find the genre until I cracked open the pages of a good M/M romance, and now it's pretty much all I care to write. 

      For some M/M suggestions ... whether you're just curious, a current M/M romance fan, or someone with tons of personal experience on the subject, here are a few tantalizing stories to get you're blood boiling, and your appetite whet, check these out...

A Beautiful Lie By Tyler Robbins:  

     Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.
     When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.
     Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.
     Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything? 
Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.

Love the Sinner By Avril Ashton

     Detective Gabriel Ashby has never looked twice at another man, yet the criminal across from him, the man he’s interrogating, isn’t like any other. Gabe can’t deal with the sudden, intense need he has for one of NYPD’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo Pagan ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing amid the rubble. Gabe would love nothing more than to bust Angelo’s ass and lock him up. So why is he seeing the bastard in his dreams at night?
     Angelo Pagan knows attraction to Gabe is suicide. He’s resolute to ignore the chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabe, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now the two can’t get close enough. They settle into a forbidden affair threatened by lies and betrayal, living on different sides of the law with no way of breaching the gap between them.
     With the authorities looking to make an example of Angelo, Gabe has to decide if it's really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner. 

Undercover Lover by Rebecca Brochu:

When vice cop Gentry Trecall is informed that he’s going to be going undercover as a hooker, thanks to the city’s latest bid to crack down on prostitution, he’s skeptical but resigned.  What he doesn’t expect is to encounter someone like Dublin MacAulay, the owner of the popular night club The Pale that just so happens to be right across the street from the corner Gentry has been assigned.
With the gruff but sincere way he tries to get Gentry off of the street Dublin’s unlike anyone Gentry’s ever met before.  An unspoken attraction lingers between the two and the truth about Gentry’s profession is the only thing that keeps it at bay.  But when the truth finally does come out will Dublin be able to forgive Gentry for the lie he’s had to tell?  Or will his undercover work lose Gentry the lover of his dreams?



All Romance eBooks:

Behind Closed Doors, 1 by Lee Brazil ~ In Collaboration with Raven McAllan~

When Randall Gretton's father leaves his family behind to seek out his lost love, Randall finds an unexpected sympathy in his father's actions. The dashing soldier takes completely to heart his father's advice to his children, "If you are fortunate enough to find love, then seize it."
Is a chance encounter at a masquerade Randall's chance at lifetime love?

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