Saturday, March 29, 2014

Everett's Story released today!

Everett Davis never expected to find his wife in bed with his best friend. Divorce gives him a second chance to be true to himself after hiding his secret desires for years. Packing up and walking away to take a farrier job at the XYZ Ranch lands him in quite a predicament.
Kyle Quinten, the ranch trainer, catches Everett’s attention. The only problem is the fact that Kyle is ten years his junior and has his sights set on winning Everett’s affection. Kyle isn’t concerned with the age difference and wants nothing more than to help heal Everett’s heart.
Fantasies were all Everett had ever experienced. When Kyle blatantly invites Everett to act on his desires, neither will ever be the same. Everett is led by his overwhelming passion for Kyle but fears the age difference between them will eventually cause problems.
Will Everett let go of his hang-ups and submit to the younger man who has fallen for him?
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Monday, March 17, 2014

Kiss me, I'm Irish! St. Patrick's Day Blog Hop

Welcome! I hope you're wearing green today! Well, unless you hope to get pinched by a cute stranger, then by all means, leave the green at home.

For my giveaway, I'm giving one winner a copy of Leather and Steel. Leave me a comment below and tell me what your favorite holiday is. That's it. Remember, there are oodles of great prizes from Inner Goddess and fabulous authors. So be sure to hop along and visit them.

Fifteen years ago, Skye Erikson tucked tail and ran far from Tulsa, Oklahoma and railroader Brock Masterson. For six months their relationship blossomed into a raging love affair filled with hot, erotic nights. The relationship became intense and bordered on becoming serious, prompting Skye to run.
The years passed, but the memories endured, inhabiting her heart and mind. Brock had been the one man to masterfully control her body without words. She had thought of him over the years, and at times she considered trying to find him again, but fear prevented her from doing so.
A trip back to Tulsa lands her back in the strong arms of Brock, and she becomes a slave to the passion that once bubbled between them. Their intimate encounters rekindle a firestorm that cannot be denied any longer.

Will she admit her love for him or run again?

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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Joe Ray's Story is out!

Joe Ray Mullins can’t escape the sins of his father and constantly looks over his shoulder. Trouble seems to lurk everywhere he goes. When two men are looking for him at a rodeo he is leery, because his father has recently been paroled from prison and many are seeking to find him.
Christian Wright didn’t want to be in Kansas City with the owner of XYZ Ranch, Zander Wesley, scouting for new members to begin with. He liked the event even less when the hot calf roper Zander has his sights set on sticks a gun to his head in the restroom. They cut their losses and chalk up the event as nothing more than time wasted.
When they find Joe Ray badly beaten in the parking lot they miss their flight in order to get him to safety. Who knew the bad boy image Joe Ray projected is nothing more than a ruse?

Story Excerpt:
Christian’s cell rang and he quickly answered it. “What did ya find out?”

Dean chuckled. “Wow, Zander knows how to pick ’em. Joe Ray Mullins has quite an interesting history and rap sheet.”

“Figures,” Christian said and snorted.

“The guy is twenty-four, recently spent a night in jail on a public drunk charge. Six months ago he was arrested at a bar for pulling a concealed weapon out during a fight. Charges are still pending in that case. Let’s see, ah, he is from Missouri and seems to have a lead foot. I’ve counted nearly eight speeding violations, one in excess of a hundred miles per hour. Holy shit, he had one hell of a fine and served jail time over that stint.” Dean laughed loudly through the phone. “You boys picked a live wire.”

“Great.” Christian shook his head and caught Zander’s attention. “You better let Zander know.”

Christian handed the phone to Zander and motioned that he was heading to the men’s room. There’s nothing like wasting two hours. I love walking around aimlessly. The venture would be at a dead end now. Zander never considered men with criminal records. It was frustrating for Christian to be in Kansas City in the first place. He’d rather be back at the ranch working.

A couple of men shuffled out of the restroom and Christian stepped out of the way. “Excuse me, fellas.” He walked on in and stepped up to a urinal. Only one other man was in there and he seemed to be having a hard time just standing up.

Midstream, Christian heard boots clunk behind him. Someone grabbed the back of his shoulders and slammed him face first into the concrete wall. Something hard jabbed at the side of his head.

Oh, fuck.

“Who are you and why in the hell are you looking for me?” A deep voice whispered in his ear.

“Listen, pal, I’m not telling you anything until you get that gun off my fucking head,” Christian stated with a growl. This was one hell of a predicament he found himself in, standing at a urinal with his dick hanging out, and a psycho with an attitude problem pointing a weapon at his temple. He always seemed to find trouble even when he wasn’t looking for it.

The man pushed Christian’s face harder against the wall. “I’m not playing around, asshole.”

Christian expelled a shaky breath. “Do you always expect the worst if someone is looking to find you?”


Christian sighed. “We’re not here for anything illegal or to inflict any harm, I can tell ya that.”

“What in the fuck are you here for?” The guy spoke in a low, irritated voice.


The man made an irritated noise and pushed his forearm harder against Christian’s neck. “I don’t know how many times I’ve got to tell y’all this, but I don’t know where my father is, nor do I participate in his activities. The answer is no. So save yourself some trouble and get the hell out of here.”

“Goddamn, man. Who in the hell normally looks for you?” Christian asked and tried to look over his shoulder.

“That’s none of your business. You and your partner better stay the hell away from me. Be sure to tell your boss the same.”

Christian laughed and shook his head. “Boy, you’ve got this all wrong.”

Joe Ray stepped back and allowed Christian to turn around. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Who are you?”

“My name is Christian and I am scouting for the XYZ Ranch,” he replied and wished he could take the gun and shove it right up the young punk’s ass. There was more to this and he knew it. Average men didn’t pack around a gun and look over of their shoulders. Joe Ray was obviously in the middle of a situation he couldn’t escape from.

“You expect me to believe that? Seriously, who sent you?” Joe Ray glared and slipped his gun inside his vest when a man walked in.

They both stood quiet for a moment as the new bathroom customer stepped up to a urinal. Christian walked over to the sink and began washing his hands, keeping his eyes on Joe Ray. The drunk slowly meandered toward the exit, no wiser to what was going on than the man currently relieving himself. Joe Ray leaned against the counter with one hand still in his vest and stared at Christian.

Joe Ray chewed his lip and expelled an irritated breath. Christian noted his rugged good looks, citing how sexy he looked with his unshaven face. His pale green eyes possessed a lethal quality. He was intense and damn sure paranoid.

When the stranger finished his business he came to the sink between Christian and Joe Ray to wash his hands. Christian stepped out of the way and turned to yank out a few paper towels for the guy as a courtesy since he was in the way. No surprise to Christian, but Joe Ray had fled when his back was turned. Figures, Christian thought as he handed the towels to the man at the sink and exited the bathroom.

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“Yeah, well it’s obvious I’ll always be known as Timothy Mullins’s son. I’ve tried to change minds, be successful on my own, and I keep running into situations like these.” Joe Ray shook his head and kicked the ground. “No matter what I do no one sees me.”

“I do.” Christian closed the gap between them and caressed Joe Ray’s face. “You’re a good man, honest, and hard working. I’ve spent a week working with you and I see a man who takes pride is his work and doesn’t cut corners. Thomas can’t help being an asshole, so consider the source. As far as your father is concerned, close that door on your past. I know it isn’t easy, but I’d like to see you overcome it all and show the world exactly what I see.”

Joe Ray shut his eyes and held Christian’s hand against his face. “Do you think you’ll ever kiss me again?”

“Yes,” Christian whispered and pressed his cold lips Joe Ray’s. He groaned as the moment quickly heated up and their kiss deepened. Joe Ray pulled him close and hummed. In the distance coyotes howled as darkness settled in. Cows bellowed for their babies, readying for the night. A cold breeze made them both shiver. “Mmm,” he hummed and hated to break up the moment, but at this rate knew he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm any longer.

Christian had spent the week dreaming of the two of them together. His desire had only grown the more he learned about Joe Ray. He was at his breaking point and couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Don’t leave me tonight,” Joe Ray pleaded between kisses. “I want you so bad. I need you.”

“Come on, gorgeous.” Christian tugged Joe Ray to follow him to the truck. He opened the door and patted Joe Ray on the ass. There was no way in hell he had the patience to wait until they got back to the bunkhouse.

They had started the truck twenty minutes earlier to warm it up and were met with a hot blast of air. No sooner did he shut the door behind them until Joe Ray fisted the front of his shirt and roughly yanked him to his mouth.

“Here, now. I’ve dreamt about you all week. Every time I look at you I get hard and ache to feel you inside me. I’ve resisted the urge to sneak into your bunkhouse during the night and wake you. Everything about you keeps me aroused and it’s killing me.”

Christian pushed Joe Ray against the passenger door and settled between his legs. Their hard shafts brushed together and an out-of-control force took over. He pushed his lips to Joe Ray’s and thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. They hummed, tongues swirling together with eagerness.

“I’ve wanted you since we were in that shower room together,” Christian admitted and grinded his hips between Joe Ray’s legs, earning him an approving growl.

“Get these clothes off.” Christian yanked the snap buttons on Joe Ray’s shirt apart. He dipped down and flicked his tongue over his erect nipple.

“Fuck, yeah.” Joe Ray moaned and fisted his hands in Christian’s hair.

There wasn’t enough room. The cramped space made everything difficult. Christian smacked his elbow on the radio while jerking Joe Ray’s buckle open. Loud music belted from the speakers.

“Damn it!” Christian said with a growl and Joe Ray laughed. When he moved to turn the radio off Joe Ray stopped him.

“Leave it, I like it.” Joe Ray sat up and wiggled his jeans down.

The windows had begun to fog up, creating a privacy curtain to the outside world that might want to look in. Joe Ray kicked off his boots and pulled his jeans and underwear completely off and immediately began tugging at Christian’s belt. An upbeat country song played while Joe Ray eased Christian’s jeans to his knees. Joe Ray’s hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and teased the tip with his tongue.

“God, yes,” Christian whispered and guided his mouth. It had been so long for Christian. His eyes rolled back and he savored the feeling. This first time would be quick and he knew he’d blow like a virgin getting to first base.

“All the things I want to do to you, Christian,” Joe Ray stated and blew air over Christian’s wet cock. “Later, I’ll blow your mind.”

“You’re about to blow it now. Stop. Kiss me.”

Joe Ray rose up and grinned as he slowly moved closer, their lips were barely apart. His eyes flickered with mischief. The excruciatingly slow kiss he delivered made Christian’s toes curl. He gently stroked his cock with pain throbbing from base to tip.

“In the glove box is a condom and lube. I have to have you now.”

“I can’t wait.” Joe Ray reached behind him and jerked the handle of the box. It bounced open and he grabbed the items. His fingers trembled as he tore the condom wrapper open. He looked so sexy with his cute smile and cock jutting straight up. After positioning the condom on Christian’s pole he slowly eased it down the length of him, licking his lips with a big grin perched on his face.

“Straddle me.” Christian pulled at Joe Ray’s legs, urging him forward.

Joe Ray squatted and teased the tip of his cock. His hand trembled as he squirted lube over his pole and smeared Joe Ray’s rosebud with the excess. They moaned, knowing what was coming next. Joe Ray eased down and the head of his cock pushed past the ring of tight muscles.

“Fuck!” Joe Ray quivered and Christian steadied him. “It’s been so long.” He hissed and stilled.

“Breathe,” Christian coaxed and gently wiggled his hips. Sweat beaded over his forehead and his own breaths were short and excited. “That’s it, take me in.” He exhaled a breath, overcome by Joe Ray’s ass gripping him tight. “Oh, god.” He took rapid breaths as Joe Ray gradually sank down on him.

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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Warren's Story released today! Manlove MM

Greetings manlove readers! The third in the Rough in the Saddle series released today!!
Warren isn't your typical cowboy, he's got moves like Jagger.
Want to find out more about my hot cowboy? Find hot excerpts below!

Warren Reynolds has never been one for commitment, and the idea of settling with one partner isn’t something he's ever wanted. When Zander Wesley steps into his world and offers him a lucrative deal, everything in his life begins to go haywire.
Jesse Martin, a shy cowboy with a crush on Warren makes a bold move at the bar, capturing Warren’s attention. The two share a night they will never forget. Old habits are hard to break, and before Warren realizes the implications of sneaking out during the night, his feet continue forward even though his heart directs him to do the opposite. His mistake haunts him daily, as well as the image of the man he seemed to connect with.
When Warren decides to visit the XYZ Ranch, he runs into Jesse. All he wants is one more chance, but Jesse isn’t sure. He is still hurting. Can Warren prove himself and win Jesse’s affection?

Story Excerpt:
“Nice ride, man. Seven seconds on Satan’s Fury is more than I’ve seen any cowboy accomplish.”
Warren thanked them and took a deep breath as they walked away. He had hoped for the elusive eight seconds, but was thwarted by evil. Others could outdo him, sure, but he prayed to be the leader in the point’s game.
A paramedic stepped forward and began the task of checking Warren over, asking where he hurt, prodding and poking tender areas. Cute, Warren thought and smiled. Even though his body ached from head to toe, certain regions were left unscathed. It didn’t matter whether he had cracked ribs, a broken arm, collarbone, or leg, Warren could always summon the energy for any kind of romp that came his way. Luckily, nothing was broken. He knew that right away, but sore? Hell yeah.
“I think you’ll have a lot of bruising, but nothing is broken. You will most definitely be sore for a few days.” The young paramedic was professional as he went about his work. “Rest for a few days and don’t overdo. You should be back on your feet and ready to ride again by next weekend.”
“Thanks, Chris.” Warren stared at the name badge on the guy’s shirt. Chris was young, maybe early twenties judging by his boyish, clean-cut appearance. He had a cute smile and dimples. Warren wetted his lips, pain taking a backseat to desire. “How about I show you how fast I can be up on my feet later this evening.”
Chris snorted and shook his head. “Sorry, I’m uh, not gay.”
“Doesn’t make any difference to me,” Warren teased and let his gaze wander downward.
“Thanks for the offer, but no,” Chris sharply replied and stood up. “Take ibuprofen for inflammation, aches and pains.”
“Ah, Chris, don’t leave me like this,” Warren called and chuckled as the young, hot paramedic walked away.
“Hey, quit hitting on the help.” Jasper King snickered and sat down beside him. “You alright?”
Warren furrowed his brows as if injured by the statement. “Well, hell yes.”
“There is nothing that can keep you down, is there?” Jasper asked and seemed amused. His light hazel eyes twinkled and a wide smile crossed his face. “You’ve got to be the toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”
Warren winked and pushed up from the bench. “All in a day’s work, I suppose. And no, not much can keep me down.”
“A bunch of us are meeting after the rodeo at Lawless Sue’s. They are having a big shindig, cross-dressing contest, and I think an amateur stripper contest. Top prize is two hundred.” Jasper stood up as well, grinning and gave Warren a pat on the ass.
“Two hundred, eh?” Warren asked. If there was a way to make easy money, he was the first to sign up.
“That’s the rumor.” Jasper smiled and tipped his hat. “I’m sure I’ll see you there then.”
“Damn right.” Warren stumbled a bit when he put his weight on his right leg. “Count me in.”
Jasper walked away and Warren watched him go. He and Jasper had hooked up a time or two over the years. The sex had been fair, but nothing to write home about. It was sex, just not the type of sex Warren craved. If he couldn’t find what he wanted, Jasper was always on his standby list.
Warren hobbled along and stopped by a beer stand. There was still a rodeo going on and now he could sit back and watch. When it was his turn, he stepped up. “Bud Light.”
“That’s piss water.” He heard an obnoxious voice behind him call.
Warren turned with irritation already spiking his pressure up. He really wasn’t in any kind of a mood to deal with anyone. “Excuse me?”
“You should have a Miller,” a sandy-haired, green-eyed man replied with a wide grin perched on his lips.
“Listen, asshole, I don’t tell you how to rub your dick. Don’t tell me what I should drink,” Warren stated sarcastically and turned his back to the man. Any other time he would have surprised the guy with a jab so fast he wouldn’t have seen it coming.
“Ooo, feisty,” another voice erupted and Warren realized that assholes came in pairs.
“Simmer down you two or you’re going on the wagon for the night.” A tall cowboy with a deep voice spoke just as Warren turned back around, ready to fight.
“Sorry, we’re getting off on a sour note here. You’ll have to excuse these two, their beloved Miller is talking,” the thick cowboy said and extended his hand. “I’m Zander Wesley, this is John Acker, and Dean Buchanan.”
Warren stared at the trio for a moment, trying to remember where he’d heard those names before. They weren’t there competing, that was for sure. All were dressed in starched jeans, neatly pressed shirts, and shiny boots that hadn’t found anything to step in.
“We’re here to talk business.” Zander stepped closer. “Damn nice ride tonight by the way.”
Warren nodded and continued to try and remember why these men’s names sounded so familiar. “Oh, right.” Recognition struck him. “Zander Wesley from Oklahoma. Bronc rider, right?”

Hot Excerpt:

“This isn’t an eight-second ride,” Jesse replied in his magically smooth voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what need.” He hooked his thumb under the edge of Warren’s briefs and inched them down. When Warren’s cock was freed, Jesse licked it from base to tip with a light skim of his tongue.
If Jesse’s plan was to drive Warren completely mad, it was working. He had spent the better part of the last hour hard as steel. The ache radiated outward and laid siege to Warren’s muscles that clenched tight with anticipation. Before Warren could allow his frustration to escape his lips, Jesse pulled his cock deep into his warm mouth.
“Fuck!” Warren writhed with pleasure. Jesse wrapped his tongue around the girth of him and began to inch up and down. He sucked hard with his mouth as he neared the top, his warm saliva dribbling down, and adding lubrication for his hand that circled Warren’s pole and began stroking.
Warren felt his balls draw up. Jesse had him so hot he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. His cock swelled so painfully he groaned and grinded his teeth together. Jesse let go with his mouth and watched as his hand moved up and down Warren’s shaft. He grinned as if impressed by the effect he had on Warren. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of Warren’s cock and Jesse flicked his tongue through the slit with a moan vibrating from his lips, causing Warren suck in a large breath of air.
“I’m so close, Jesse,” Warren warned him. He felt weak and vulnerable all of sudden. It wasn’t like him to blow so quickly or to beg. What was it about Jesse that was changing all the rules?
“Not yet.” Jesse smiled at him and sat back on his knees. He tugged at his belt, keeping his eyes directly focused on Warren as the leather popped through his belt loops.
Dear god. Warren felt electrified and became short of breath. Fear made goose bumps rise over his skin and sweat break out over his brow.
Jesse stood up and tossed his belt onto the bed. He winked as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. Warren inhaled a shaky breath, his nervousness somewhat subsiding. He sat up, eager to watch Jesse undress in front of him. Clothed, the man was sinfully hot, but Warren couldn’t wait to see what lie underneath.
On his knees, Warren watched as Jesse took his time with each button of his shirt, nearly demanding that he hurry the fuck up. Inside, Warren was a mess of bunched-up nerves. His cock was so swollen he wanted to stroke one off in order to get the pain to go away. Jesse had control over him unlike anyone Warren had ever been with. His demeanor was cool and collected, like a mob boss ordering a hit like life wasn’t a big thing as he puffed on a cigar with a drink in his hand. Who in the world was this man, and why in hell was he giving his control to him?
Jesse tossed his shirt to the floor, revealing his wide chest, perfectly toned abs and pecs. His nipples were as hard as was his cock that poked out of the top of his underwear. Warren felt his mouth water. He scooted closer on his knees and grabbed Jesse’s jeans, pulling them down, unable to wait any longer. Jesse chuckled and ran his fingers through Warren’s hair, directing him to come closer.
“You’re killing me,” Warren admitted and jerked Jesse’s boxer briefs down. He instantly lost his breath. In front of him was the largest cock he’d ever laid eyes on. “My god!” Warren gasped out and grabbed Jesse’s shaft, eager to taste him and wrapped his lips around his girth. He hummed as the salty sweet taste of pre-cum excited his taste buds. He struggled to please. Jesse was so big around he struggled to suck it.
Jesse moaned and gripped his hair tightly between his fingers. Warren worked, bobbed up on down while he caressed Jesse’s sack. Most of time, Warren preferred to top, but now he felt his tight hole clench firmly, eager to feel Jesse stretch him wide. Giving up on a proper blow job, Warren tongued the length of Jesse’s cock and sucked his balls, one at a time into his mouth.
“Oh, hell yeah.” Jesse groaned and Warren felt his legs tremble.
Quivering from excitement himself, Warren once again pulled Jesse’s cock into his mouth and stroked his pole with his hand. Bobbing up and down, Warren took him in as far as possible, wanting to please him in the worst way. Jesse lovingly caressed Warren’s face and hummed with satisfaction. Something about the man made Warren want to please in a way so uncharacteristic of his usual self it was frightening. His scent pulled at Warren’s senses, delighted him, made him dizzy and crazy with lust. And his bright blue eyes? Warren could get lost in them. The color reminded him of the wild blue waters off a tropical paradise he had only seen in pictures. Then there was his cool confidence, his gorgeous face, and fabulous body. Warren got lost in the moment and strove to please. Before he realized what he was doing, he was plunging up and down Jesse’s shaft so fast and so hard he was sweating and had become short of breath.
“Easy,” Jesse coaxed and held Warren’s head in his hands. He stepped back, pulling free from Warren’s mouth and helped him to his feet. He smiled and pulled Warren to his lips. “That was fantastic.”
Warren trembled with his breaths rapid and unsteady. He placed his hands to Jesse’s chest and dragged them down, loving the feel of the hard planes beneath his fingertips. They stared at each for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a brief instance.
“Do you think you can take me?” Jesse asked and nipped Warren’s bottom lip.

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