Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Tuesday's Tidbits from Kastil Eavenshade's novel, Talbot's Seduction


This week is gonna be so much fun. I hope you’ll stick around, come back, and see all the goodies coming up.
Today, I'm welcoming a fellow Evernight author, Kastil Eavenshade and can’t wait to check out her new book, Talbot’s Seduction.
Kastil, take it away…

When I created Talbot's Ploy, I never suspected anything would come of the main character. As a writer, I just don't think that far ahead. Too many squirrels in my rafters. So I spun the tale but thought in the back of my head as these minor characters spilled on the pages…what about them? How had they shaped Talbot into the man he was in Talbot's Ploy?
So I got about 10k worth of words out, planning to throw it to the anthology gods as a goodly sacrifice. It got coughed back like a cat barrage of fur balls. Potential to be more. After I calmed my whining muse down, we started making quick notes on where Talbot started in his journey. How did he discover his unbridled passion for the wiles of men over women?
Taking cues from Talbot's Ploy, I did a prequel…and it ended up being much bigger than I ever thought. Talbot's Seduction is nearly twice as long as the first book I wrote containing Talbot. I think my favorite part in writing it was the time period. I'm just a regular research whore, especially with historical. Heck, I use a lot of old world references in my fantasy books too.
Without further ado, I present some lovely cover art and blurb for you to peruse. Rawr.


Talbot Sauvageot is a young Lord living in Paris, France, in search of anything but the duties of his station. He spends his time drinking and whoring, his memory of the last evening always a blur. When he is tricked by his betrothed’s father, Talbot realizes his heart beats not for the velvety folds of a woman but the hardened shaft of a man. Now he must find a balance in a world that condemns a man to death should he dabble in sodomy. His desires are unleashed tenfold when his Friend Tyeis shares his same interests in a bedmate.





Warning: m/m sex, multiple partners, forced seduction, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition, rimming

His gaze wandered to the window, and he strode over. The scenery hadn't changed much. Frolicking in the pool below had turned into a festive event. Many more students—including Tyeis—dove into the crystal water. Clothes lay scattered on the marble tile surrounding the area. Talbot's cock stirred at the sight, and he stepped back.
Back in Paris, when his father treated him to a maison, Talbot had been unwilling to shed his clothes in front of Delphine. She had instructed him on pleasing a woman after their flight from her brothel, but he'd felt clumsy and awkward. She praised his skill, vowing to have her girls spread the word of his prowess. His trust in Delphine came with no reservations. Their need for secrecy was mutual.
His need grew in his breeches, and Talbot turned his parents’ picture face down. What he was about to partake in was the very reason his father took him to the maison over and over again. The heat rose in his cheeks as he peered out the window again, his eyes fixed on the majestic beauty of the chiseled specimens below.
Talbot's head hung low for the wicked images circling in his head but he couldn't deny his want. His manhood sprang out of his breeches as the laces unfurled. "Forgive me, Father," he murmured. His fingers grasped his throbbing member, sliding along the shaft. The more he honed in on the nakedness below, the thickness grew within his gliding palm. His forehead pressed against the glass as his breathing grew heavy. Heady illusions of his fellow brethren wrapping their lips around his girth excited him more. Talbot's scrotum contracted and the pressure built.
The click and turn of his door had Talbot scrambling to cover his erect cock. At full mast, its size could not be contained in his pants. He reached for the coverlet on the bed to mask his state. Perspiration ran down his cheeks, and his embarrassment grew.
Professuer LaVigne stood in the doorway. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and walked over to Talbot. He yanked away the blanket, and Talbot desperately tried to hide his engorged cock behind his hands.
"Remove your hands, Talbot."
"Monsieur, s'il vous plait." Talbot could not met his eyes nor tame his cock.
"Now or should I write your father on your behavior?"
As if touching an open flame, Talbot snatched away his hands. "I will not happen again, Professuer. I swear."
"I doubt that." LaVigne snorted. His finger thrust under Talbot's chin, forcing him to gaze into the eyes of his teacher. "Pray tell, Talbot, what was your inspiration for such acts?"
Talbot's eyes betrayed him, casting a glance over at the window. His chest seized, the fear of his lust being discovered chilling his skin.
LaVigne half-smiled and adjusted the front of Talbot's waistcoat before dancing his fingers lower. Talbot's eyes widened as his teacher stroked the underside of his hardened manhood.
"Your tastes are sinful, Talbot, and should you be caught, your parent's shame will be the last of your worries." LaVigne continued his deviation. "May I suggest you wait until night consumes the land for such indulgences and, if it pleases you, my door is open to relieve you of your guilt." He swiped the liquid from the purple tip and suckled it from his finger.
Talbot trembled, the shock of his teacher's bold actions unnerving him. LaVigne could never know his act quickened Talbot's breath.
"It is wrong," Talbot said, yet his cock did not agree with his words. He'd dabbled with an older man once before, and it ended in death for the Comte. He could not entertain that thought again.
"Only if one gets caught. Be careful, Talbot, and I will show you how to keep you and whatever lover you choose safe. Even in Paris." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card. It fluttered onto Talbot's bed. LaVigne left, a smirk on his face.
Talbot shifted his shaft into his pants and laced them in haste. His hand wiped away the sweat still pouring from his brow. Far away from his home, Talbot shivered from his arousing encounter with LaVigne. His cock begged for release yet, and the temptation to seek out his teacher after dark called to him.
Talbot shook his head. He could not give in to his carnal lust. It was not the right of the world. His secret needed to be buried below, never to be acted upon again. He had left Paris behind but the sin he washed himself in followed close.


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Monday, April 22, 2013

A-Musing Tips for Understanding Your Muse


     
     
      I decided to hang out with my favorite peeps today... YOU!!!
     I hope to share some well-earned, 'gray-haired' wisdom, and give you a peek at my upcoming release, A Beautiful Lie.
     I also hope you're all ready for a little fun. So smile, you're all too beautiful for frown-lines!! *wink
    

    Some wonder how a 40-something female author could ever be so bold as to write gay romance…especially with two, and sometimes even three, heroes.
    While I don’t have an eloquent explanation, I do have a reply…my muse made me do it!!
    At first, I was intimidated by the idea, but that soon turned into excitement. Before I knew it, my muse’s interest, having been piqued, swiftly argued, ‘Who better to tell a story about men than someone who loves them?’
   Yes, my muse speaks to me, and yes, he is male. Weird, I know, but that’s how it worked out. Who am I to argue?
    I must admit, I have very few gay (male) friends, though the ones I do have, I consider near and dear to my heart.
    I do, however, have a plethora of lesbian friends—always have, always will.  
    Whether or not any of that had anything to do with taking on the challenge of writing gay romance is neither here nor there, but it did give me an advantage when it comes to perspective...and THAT can be important when writing about such controversial issues as bigotry, equal rights and everything else that goes along with the subject. I tackle those things as often as possible, and try to work these issues into each and every story.
   Not one to shy away from expressing sexual freedoms, and exploration of new experiences, my thoughts of the endeavor were, why the hell not?
   The venture has taught me a few things, so I decided to impart a few words of wisdom to anyone wondering how to read between the lines when dealing with a clever and sometimes rebellious muse:


1.  If said muse begins to dig in his/her heels, let them. Stop writing, and play a game of Mahjong or something. They aren’t much different than children really, so when they get hungry enough, they’ll be more receptive to compromise, and will usually play nice.



2. Not every instance of writer’s block can be cured with porn. No matter how many times your muse tries to tell you otherwise. Remember who you’re dealing with and firmly, but gently limit them to only one hour of porn a day. Sometimes, less is truly more. J


3. No matter what your muse tries to tell you, writing does not require carbs. You’re the one sitting all day at a computer, not your muse, so those Lays, Pringles, Doritos, or whatever your muse insists you need, aren’t going to be worked off anytime soon—step away and nibble on some grapes instead.




4. Chocolate, however, is not only your muse’s friend, it can also be yours, especially during those times when writing love scenes become repetitive or boring. Yup, a sinful piece of quality chocolate can bring the sexy back.





5. *for female writers*— When writing m/m love scenes, take into account your own experiences with the male gender of our species. Weigh your expertise against your muse’s, and settle on a happy medium. Come on, you know you know how the puzzle fits together, so have your muse pass the lube, then write whatever comes naturally.




6. Your muse can be your best friend, or your worst enemy. Either way, listen to them, even if you’re not sure. Most times they do know what’s best, and for the times they don’t, see tip #2, and figure it out yourself.



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   Keep an eye out for my next m/m erotic romance, A Beautiful Lie,  releasing from Evernight Publishing on April 30th.
   Here’s a little taste for those looking for a little somethin’ somethin’ to add to your reading list:

   
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.



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    Trip could feel the tension radiating from the other man. Following his instincts, he gripped Jesse’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re not alone you know. If you ever want to talk or need help with anything, let me know.”
    Jesse turned his head, shocking the hell out of Trip by leaning in to where Trip held his shoulder, slightly brushing his cheek against Trip’s fingers.
    Trip tightened his grip, savoring the feel of Jesse’s skin touching his. Was he imagining it?
    Jesse slowly lifted his chin as his green eyes, darkening by the second, settled on Trip.
    Trip’s heart raced, and his hardening cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Was this really happening?
    He inched closer, inhaling deep, losing himself in the aroma of Jesse’s quite memorable cologne. He swallowed hard, his lips tingling at the thought of Jesse’s mouth on his.
    Jesse’s chest rose and fell, his breathing grew louder by the second, infiltrating Trip’s mind until his own breaths caught up, matching Jesse’s pants breath for heated breath. Jesse’s eyelids lowered to half-mast, his desire obvious as fuck.
    Trip reacted on instinct alone, no thinking, just doing. He pulled Jesse closer until their lips were centimeters apart. Jesse’s exhales warmed Trip’s skin.
    The night went silent the instant Jesse’s soft lips grazed Trip’s.
    Seconds felt like hours until Trip engulfed Jesse’s mouth all together. With hungry sweeps, Trip dove deeper, sucking, and tangling his tongue with Jesse’s. He cupped the back of Jesse’s neck, and held on as their mouths warred for dominance over the other.
    Trip gasped when Jesse’s wandering hand discovered his erection through his jeans. “Fuck.”
    Hot air poured over Trip’s neck as Jesse’s kisses blanketed his throat.
    “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” Trip splayed his fingers through Jesse’s silky, black hair, hoping against hope Jesse would move his mouth lower.
    Jesse fumbled with the buttons on Trip’s shirt, and plucked the first few open. He worked his way across Trip’s chest, circling Trip’s erect nipples with his warm, wet tongue. 
    “Shit, Jesse.” Trip struggled to catch his breath. Everything was so intense, moved so fast, Trip could hardly tell if it was real.
    He leaned Jesse back, seizing the few stolen moments he hoped were actually happening. His kisses grew heavier, and his need increased. He’d take it as far as Jesse would let him. He had no choice. Please let this be real

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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog H0P!


April 15th - 21st!!

Book Boyfriends...

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every
single one. 

      I'd love to introduce you to my hero ... Jared Prophet from Beyond Honor!

     It's kind of hard not to become intimate with a man you’ve created. So, naturally, Jared said all the things I wanted to hear, and looked exactly how I'd imagined.
     Too bad for me, he had a mind of his own and fell in love with an equally sexy man named Michael Crest.
     Although Jared was a reluctant hero, had more issues than an MTV reality show, he was my hero and he was the first gay man I ever fell head over heels for… boy can I pick ‘em!! 
      Jared's here for a little chat, so let's get started!

Tyler: First of all, Jared, it’s great to see you.
Thanks for being a good sport. I’ve missed you and I’m dying to know how you and Michael are doing.
Jared: Nice to see you again, too, Tyler. Michael’s great. Sexy as hell and keeping me happier than any man deserves.

Tyler: So things are pretty good, huh?
Jared: *smiles widely … Things couldn’t be better.

Tyler: That's wonderful. The bird’s eye view of your tumultuous beginning had me on pins and needles, so knowing all is well in the land of love makes it all worth it.
Jared: Yeah, I kinda gave Mike a tough time. I had some stuff to work through, but when you have a man like him in your corner…well let’s just say, he left me no choice but to man-up and face reality.

Tyler: How’s it been going now that you’re officially “out” of the military and “out” as a gay man?
Jared: *chuckles… I miss living on base and training new medics, but comin' home to Michael every night makes up for it. 
     As for being out of the proverbial closet in my personal life, well it is what it is. I’ve lost some friends, but I’ve gained some new friends, or should I say real friends. Michael and I can manage if we stick together and surround ourselves with people who love us.

Tyler: I’m so happy to hear that. I know from getting to know the two of you that you’re quite passionate about your feelings for each other and for those people you care most about.
Jared: Passion is a term I’ve come to embrace, especially where Michael's concerned. *rubs his jaw and grins wickedly. What can I say, he really knows how to make my toes curl. *wink

Tyler: I saw that twinkle in your eye. I take it you're thinking about Michael?
Jared: That obvious, huh? People say I'm Michael’s knight in shining armor, but to me, he’s the one who rode in and saved me, not the other way around. Do you think I’ll lose my man card for saying that? *cheeks flush red as the grin grows wider

Tyler: I think you rock the man card quite nicely. So, are you guys planning to take the relationship a step farther?
Jared: Just between you and me, if I were going to take the plunge and make our relationship official, I would. As it stands now, that’s not possible in Texas. I will say that if Michael would like a small ceremony, I’d definitely be willing to put a ring on his finger.


Tyler: Holy crap! I hope I’m not hearing about this before Michael.
Jared: No, we’ve talked about it. All that’s standing in our way is timing. We really just need everything to fall into place and it would be a done deal.

Tyler: Well, if and when it happens, I could definitely help you with the honeymoon.
Jared: I bet you'd figure a way to make sure Mike and I enjoy every minute of it.

Tyler: You two are at your best in the heat of things. Those hot and steamy nights have been some of my favorite. I hope you and Michael continue to have many more passionate moments.
Jared: That'll never be a problem. Mike has a way of getting what he wants out of me and has even talked me into to some pretty kinky stuff. *looks around, cheeks flushed red. Am I saying too much?

Tyler: Not at all. My readers and I like it naughty.
Jared: Then I’ll just say naughty is only the tip of the iceberg and leave it at that.

Tyler: Damn, you sure know how to tease a woman.
Jared: *laughs  Tyler, you of all people should know about my experience with that.

Tyler: True, but I must say, I think you’re a lot more comfortable with Michael than you ever were with any female.
Jared: I agree, but only because I should have stepped up and followed my heart from the start. I’m just glad that I did and that it led me to Mike.

Tyler: You and me both, Jared. I’m grateful you two let me tag along for the ride. Thanks for that.
Jared: You’re very welcome, but I should be thanking you for sharing mine and Michael’s story with everyone. You helped us find each other and that’s something neither of us will ever forget.

Tyler: Jared, it was my pleasure. I’ll let you get back to your man. Give him a hug and a kiss, and tell him we wish you both the best.
Jared: I sure will, and we both wish you the best with your future stories. Keep up the hot romance and the man-love. Just don’t forget that we were your first!

Tyler: That, my friend, would be impossible to forget!!

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Leave a comment below, along with your email address, and tell Tyler and Jared what you think makes a man a hero! Brawn? Brains? Loyalty? Passion? Or something entirely different?

One lucky blog-hopper will be chosen to win a $5 Evernight Gift Certificate!!


What else is up for grabs?

  One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
  Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).
 Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

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