Month of sexy excerpts: Impact

Posted on May 18, 2012 by Cassandra Carr| Leave a comment

Continuing with our May theme of posting dirty excerpts from our books, I present to you, book 1 in the Buckin’ Bull Riders series, Impact.

For more information about the book or the series, check out http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com/buckinbullriders.htm

Blurb for Impact:

Professional bull rider Conner Raub hides a secret from the world. He’s a Dom. When he meets a submissive on tour who pulls at his Dom tendencies, he fights to deny his true self, believing his colleagues will condemn his lifestyle.

Jessica Talbot is new to the BDSM scene and the bull riding tour, but after seeing Conner come to the aid of a submissive being mistreated in a club, she sets out to have him for her own. After their first night together she asks him to train her to submit and he refuses, afraid to mix business with pleasure. But Jessica isn’t deterred. She’ll do whatever it takes to make him realize he can have it all—a career, true love, and the BDSM lifestyle he craves.

EXCERPT:

When he arrived at her door, he knocked softly. A moment later the door cracked open and her head, with those awesome, wild corkscrew curls, came around the frame. He couldn’t help but grin. “Gonna let me in?” She slowly backed up enough to let him by and then leaned against the door. He dropped his bag and turned. She was wearing one of the robes provided by the hotel, her bare feet and legs visible below the hem. “Lose the robe.”

She swallowed and he watched her throat work. Why did her nervousness turn him on so much?

I must be one sick fuck…

“Aren’t you going to undress too?”

“Not just yet.” When she hesitated, he continued. “Let’s get this party started. Either do it or I’ll come over there and do it for you. Your choice, darlin’.”

Her hands went to the tie on the robe. “Okay, but—”

“But nothing. Dammit, Jess, I’m gettin’ tired of the ‘I don’t measure up’ routine. I’ve been a walking hard-on since the minute I met you. Now let me see what’s got me salivating like a dog.” She dropped her robe and he groaned. “Fuck me, baby, you’re perfect.”

He reached her in two strides and sank to his knees, fitting his lips around one plump breast and sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could, which left plenty to spare for his hand to squeeze. Jessica gasped and clasped his head in her hands, holding him in place. The little mewling sounds she made as he licked and sucked were driving him wild. His cock was currently doing its best to drain the blood from the rest of his body and he began to feel lightheaded. Finally he pulled back.

She was panting. “Conner, you…” Before she could voice the rest of her thought he picked her up and carried her to the bed, stripping back the comforter and sheets before lowering her onto the middle of the mattress. He followed right behind and plunged his hands into her hair to guide her head while he feasted on her mouth. Running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, he coaxed her to open. She did, and he immediately dove inside, savoring the taste of steak, alcohol and pure woman.

Changing the angle, he went in again, exploring every part of her mouth with his tongue, chasing hers in an intimate duel. Tension rolled through his body as he continued to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but knew he couldn’t just jam his cock in her pussy. Jessica deserved more, so much more. He pulled away, forcing himself to slow down and breathe.

Her eyes held a trace of uncertainty. “Conner?”

“Nothing’s wrong, babe, I just want you so damn much. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Why?”

He let loose a husky growl from deep in his chest. “I told you payback was a bitch, Jessie girl. My control’s pretty thin right about now.” He noticed her smile. “What?”

“Jessie girl. I like it. I’m surprised I do because I’m not a big fan of Jessie, but Jessie girl is kind of hot.” She trailed a fingernail over his nipple and he gasped. “You like that?”

“I like every way you touch me.”

“Can I play?” She shot him a saucy grin.

Without peeling his gaze from hers he toed off his boots and then opened his belt buckle. Her gaze flitted to his crotch for a minute before returning to his face. He lowered the zipper of his Wranglers, letting her hear every nick of the zipper opening. Her breathing was getting shallower and shallower, but he kept up his particular brand of torture. Leaving the jeans unzipped, he pulled his shirt over his head, baring his chest. He heard a faint murmur from the other side of the bed.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re gorgeous, Conner. But you know you’re gorgeous.”

“Always nice to hear my hard work’s appreciated.” He rolled onto his back. “Have at me.” Normally he wouldn’t let the woman take control like this, but he wanted to see what Jessica would do. She was a fascinating mixture of innocence and forwardness and he didn’t know how she would react from one minute to the next.

She looked at his jeans and then up at him. “Can I take these off?”

He smirked. “Can’t wait to suck my cock? Because I gotta say, I’ve been dreaming ’bout having your lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Have you? Well, we’ll have to see about that.” She tugged until his jeans and briefs were down to mid-thigh but left them there. “I kind of like you like this. You can’t get away from me.”

Folding his arms behind his head, he sent her a lazy smile. “Sugar, I’ve got no intention of going anywhere, especially not if you’re gonna suck my cock.”

“Did I promise that? Because I don’t believe I did. I believe you mentioned that.” She leaned down and licked him from root to tip and he let out a litany of swear words. The woman was gonna drive him to distraction.

“Suck it,” he told her. She glanced at him and he saw the same submissiveness he’d witnessed before. Pre-cum leaked out of the slit at the tip of his cock as she bent down to obey his command.

He wanted to watch his cock head disappear between her lips as she took him deep into her mouth, but the sensation of being inside her warm wetness was overwhelming and his head fell back onto the pillow. Opening his mouth in a silent moan, he dug his heels into the bed and pushed upward, thrusting farther into her mouth with jerky movements. She stayed with him, licking and sucking as he continued to power into her throat with relentless strokes.

“Fuck yeah, Jess. Your mouth is incredible. Oh yeah, suck that cock—suck the whole thing—take all of it,” he ordered her, his dominant side taking over of its own accord. He broke out into a sweat and clutched the bed sheets to keep from grabbing her head. Jessica was really good at sucking cock and he didn’t take the time to wonder where she’d come by that skill. She moaned around his cock head, which was currently lodged in the back of her throat, and he nearly shot off the bed.

“Do that again. Oh shit, please do that again.” She did. “Fuck!” His heart was jackhammering in his chest but he didn’t want this incredible torture to end. No one had ever brought him to the edge this quickly, a fact that alternately excited and scared the hell out of him. “Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull off now.” She tightened her lips around him and he felt his balls draw up to his body. He swore. “Then swallow it. Every fucking drop.”

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

What did you think?

Thanks for being pervy with me!
– Cassandra

For more information about me or my books, see http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.

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Sexy Excerpt from Off the Shelf

Posted on May 11, 2012 by Lucy Felthouse| 1 Comment

The Dirty Birdies are bringing the heat in May (which is probably just as well as it’s constantly raining here in Blighty), and I’d like to add my contribution with a sizzling hot excerpt from my new novella, Off the Shelf, which appears in Silk Stockings, from Xcite Books.

Here’s the blurb:

Silk StockingsAt 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

And here’s the sizzling excerpt:

Dropping onto her back, Annalise lifted her bottom, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and shimmied out of it. She flicked one foot and sent it sailing across the room, then sat up, unhooked her bra and sent it in the same direction. She was just about to grab the top of one of her hold-up stockings to roll it off when Damien got back onto the bed and crawled over to her.

“Don’t,” he said quietly, pushing her onto her back once more, “leave them on.”

“Ooh,” she replied, shuffling backwards up the bed so her head was on the pillows, “like them, do we?”

“What do you think?” he shot back, stroking his stiff cock a couple of times before moving between her legs and nudging them apart with his own.

It wasn’t at all cool in the room, but as her pussy was exposed to the air, it certainly felt it. She didn’t have long to think about how hot her pussy must be to feel that way because milliseconds later, Damien’s hand was there, slipping between her parted labia and dipping into her wetness.

A deep moan came from Damien’s throat as he touched her. Annalise’s cunt clenched in response.

“You’re so wet. Fuck, Annalise… I want…”

“I know, so do I. Please, do it now.”

“But don’t you want…”

“Later. There’s time for that later. Please, just fuck me. Trust me, I’m so turned on that I’ll have no trouble at all coming.”

A small smile crept onto his face. “Really?”

“Really. Now come here.”

Damien covered her body with his, resting his weight on his knees and elbows, and looked into Annalise’s eyes. Then, cupping her cheek with one hand, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to thrust his tongue inside. This time, though, she caught it between her lips and sucked, pulling it deeper. A strangled moan came from Damien’s throat, and Annalise felt his cock twitch against her vulva. She angled her hips, desperate to have him inside her.

It didn’t quite work, but Damien was obviously just as eager to be inside her, as he removed his hand from her face and slipped it between their bodies. Grasping his cock, he pressed it against her entrance, then removed his hand.

Annalise was so wet and ready that with one thrust of Damien’s hips he was balls-deep inside her. She forgot all about sucking his tongue, threw her head back and moaned loudly. They were still for a beat, then a minute movement from Damien had Annalise clasping her ankles around the back of his legs and gripping his ass in her hands.

“Damien, please. I am so desperate to come that it may get violent. Give me what you’ve got. We have a box of twelve condoms and all weekend.”

Damien chuckled. “Just twelve? What do you take me for?”

A playful slap of his ass made Damien yelp. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

More info and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-secret-library-silk-stockings/

*****

And here’s a hot guy pic. A bit odd, I know, since he’s no longer with us. But I’m posting it because it’s the closest I could get to finding a guy that resembles the gorgeous hero in my novella, Damien. Only Damien’s, you know, nerdier. But in a totally hot way. So if you can think of another hot (living) celeb who has uber cute hair like this, let me know! :)

Happy reading – and perving!

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Stormy weather mirrors stormy passion

Posted on May 10, 2012 by Viki Lyn| 2 Comments

Writing sex scenes is always a challenge. I try not to repeat myself – but it gets harder as I publish more books. The setting is a good place to start when considering a love scene. By creating a cool setting, my imagination has a chance to kick in and create a satisfying love scene between my two lovers.

In Ryan’s Harbor, I set my characters at a lakeside cabin for their first sexual encounter. The stormy weather contributes to Martin’s feelings for Ryan. The spontaneous explosion of sexual tension between them fit the character’s profiles. They both want it but feel guilty for wanting it.

But first, I had to set up the tease! This first scene is Martin and Ryan at a nude beach, and as you can see, it leads to the cabin scene in the next chapter:

Quick profile: Ryan Adams has it all – plenty of good looks, women, and money. But something is missing in his life. He’s bored. Then he meets his brother’s architectural assistant Martin Pierson, and suddenly his heart kicks up a notch and he’s not quite sure what to do with these feelings. It’s not like he hasn’t been with a guy before, in three-somes, and well, he’s always been sexually curious.

Martin knows he should stay away from his employer’s brother, but when the opportunity arises where he can design a new building for Ryan Adams, he jumps at the chance. He’ll just have to hold back on these feelings of lust he has for Ryan.

Beach scene: R Rated

Martin smoothed sunscreen on his legs. After he slathered himself, he screwed the cap on the lotion and tossed it next to Drew who lay beside him. He tugged down the brim of his baseball cap, his only piece of clothing. The nude beach was unusually crowded for mid-September, but the sun had decided to show up in a vengeance of heat. Drew lay on his stomach, his head buried between his arms. Skye sprawled on his back, all bronze skin and dark hair in all the right places.

This was a popular hang-out for both straights and gays, and they’d gotten their share of meaningful glances. Martin had spied a few potential pick-ups but his heart wasn’t in it. The most action he’d had in a while was the kiss he’d shared with Ryan. It had left him breathless and full of regret — regret that it hampered a potential friendship. It was nice having a male friend.

In a weird way, spending time with Ryan was like having Mark back in his life. Maybe when the building was completed, they’d see less of each other and his feelings would subside.

And maybe pigs would fly.

Martin popped the top of the cooler open and got himself a beer. Before he could twist off the cap, a shadow covered him. His stomach flipped over as Ryan stared down at him. Without a hat, the sunlight lit up his face, and what a handsome face it was, even with his sunglasses hiding his best feature.

His sleeveless T-shirt stretched across his chest, showing off nicely defined pecs but his shorts were too baggy for Martin’s taste.

Yep, definitely too baggy.

He could imagine how strong those thighs were, and his ass — his ass was firm as those muscular legs.

Martin moistened his lips as all that hard muscle aroused his cock. He grabbed his beach towel and clutched it in his lap. “You want a beer?” He handed Ryan the bottle he’d just opened.

Ryan took the offer. “Yeah, thanks. It’s hotter than Hades.” He took a low swig from the icy bottle and then pressed it to his forehead.

Martin looked away, his skin burning and not from the sun.

Drew stirred beside him, and twisted his head to bring Ryan into his view.

“Hey, you made it.” He sat up, nudging Skye. “Ryan’s here. Move over.”

Skye grumbled but slid a few inches toward the edge of the blanket to make room. Martin broke out in a sweat as he realized Ryan would be sitting next to him…naked…if he removed his clothes. Of course he would. This was a nude beach and Ryan was the type of guy that had no qualms about showing himself off.

Ryan stripped. He wasn’t wearing underwear and Martin almost choked — along with several nearby bathers who stopped in mid-sentence and gaped, making it clear how they admired Ryan’s body. Martin couldn’t blame them. The view was stunning.

Ryan stood poised in the sun. Soft brown hair dusted his arms. Two perfectly round nipples were surrounded by light fuzz. Martin aimed his gaze straight at Ryan’s groin. A semi-soft cock hung long from a thatch of tight brown curls.

His heart pounded loud in his ears as Ryan sat next to him, letting it all hang out in full view. Heat rose across his nape and infused his cheeks. Martin picked up Architectural Digest and opened to a random page. He hid behind the magazine and hoped Ryan would ignore him.

No such luck.

Ryan’s thigh brushed Martin’s as he poked the magazine cover. “That looks like a cabin near ours.”

The attraction heats when Ryan and Martin stay a Ryan’s family lakeside cabin to finalize the details of the building. When hiking in the woods, the weather threatens to downpour, and so does the sexual tension between them:

Excerpt: Ryan’s Harbor, Book 2, Woodland Village series, rating HOT X-Rated:

Excerpt: Ryan’s Harbor, copyright Viki Lyn, published by Musa Publishing

Shoved against the tree trunk, the bark would have hurt if Martin hadn’t been swathed in thick clothes. He jerked forward to avoid the bark and was caught by a hand palming his stiff cock. A moan ripped from his throat at the intensity of feeling.

Ryan pressed forward, almost smothering Martin’s body. “I want you. Is it enough?”

He blushed as he knew for certain it’d be more than enough. A strand of hair was brushed from his face, and curled around his ear. Then his earlobe was kissed, ever so gently, the lips lingering for a moment — a soft puff of air tickling his ear. Soothing, and so terribly addicting. How strange to feel tenderness from this man. But he couldn’t deny Ryan’s gentle side.

Martin buried his head into the musky armpit and inhaled the smell of sweat and fresh laundered cotton. Their bodies pressed tight and hot, and his dick reacted.

He arched his hips forward and met Ryan’s erection. Kisses rained on his hair, his cheeks, his neck sending a thrill of sensations from his toes upward. He savored every kiss, every touch. It’d been so long since he felt this cherished.

Ryan pulled out the tails of Martin’s shirt and swept the sweater over Martin’s head. Next his flannel shirt was unbuttoned and pushed aside. Martin shivered as cold pellets of ice water hit his bare skin.

Ryan’s smile curved higher. The Great Seducer had him where he wanted him; in control and knowing exactly how to send him into orbit.

Martin frowned and crossed his arms. “You’re making me self-conscious.”

Ryan pulled down his arms and ran a finger across one nub. It instantly hardened and he smiled. “You react just like a woman.”

“Hey, I resent that.”

He laughed and circled the areole. “Feel good?”

A groan stuck in Martin’s throat. His lust ballooned, ready to burst. He wanted his balls to be massaged, licked and sucked. Ryan slipped off Martin’s shirt and grabbed his tatted arm. Then he began his assault on the snake, licking the outline very slowly.

Ryan looked up, his thick lashes hiding the intent in his eyes from Martin. “It’s intricate. Very tribal. I like it.”

Ryan traced his tongue along Martin’s collarbone. Martin’s knees almost buckled as Ryan kept at licking his skin. His knees weren’t going to hold him up at this rate.

Martin grabbed for Ryan’s sweatshirt. “Take it off.”

Ryan removed his sweatshirt and T-shirt, exposing his chest. To have access to the rippling muscles made Martin’s mouth water. Running his hand down the defined abs made his own nipples tingle. He reached for Ryan’s waistband but a hand stopped him. So he cupped the bulge between Ryan’s thighs and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Martin pulled back long enough to check out Ryan’s reaction. Wasn’t he supposed to be freaked out being this intimate with a man? He stood before him so confidently, all male; iron hard jaw, shadow of cheek fuzz, rough, and broad mouth and a line of brown hair tapered down to his navel. Excitement lent a glitter to those sable eyes. Even his skin emitted a sexy combination of musk and sweat.

Ryan smiled and that was the end of Martin. Nothing would stop him from tasting this man.

“I’m all yours,” Ryan assured him.

That statement swiftly kicked Martin into full gear. A bittersweet ache spread like wildfire across his groin. He wanted Ryan under his thumb, naked and willing and raw with passion but he was the one totally out of control. Snagged by the waist with Ryan’s large hands, he stumbled to remain standing and held onto Ryan by cupping his semi-rough cheeks.

Ryan turned his head and sucked one of Martin’s fingers into his mouth.

The sensation of feeling overpowered washed over Martin, as another finger was captured by that hot mouth. He watched his fingers being devoured, his heart pounding in his chest, his temples throbbing and his veins on fire. By the time Ryan released his fingers he could barely catch his breath. It was too late for regrets, not that he had them. He latched onto that wily mouth and ground his hips into Ryan’s large solid body.

Ryan held him possessively and so close. The kissing was good, no, great.

He ground his erection into Ryan’s ready cock. If he didn’t pull back, he’d come in his pants. But he was trapped between the tree and Ryan, their bodies pressed together tight and hot. Long, strong fingers wrapped in his hair while his own clutched Ryan’s shoulders. They exchanged moist breaths, neither one breaking the kiss.

Lips rough and demanding.

He didn’t hold back and he was met with the full force of Ryan’s lust.

Neither gave in.

His chest met the hard impact of muscles. The heat between them burned away every doubt in his head. Finally the kiss ended as he fought for air. His skin felt flushed even as the rain drops became bigger and more determined.

 Happy Reading!

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Getting Ready for the Beach…Balls!

Posted on May 7, 2012 by Tara Lain| 6 Comments

Hi everyone– It was my plan to introduce you today to my new release, Beach Balls. BUT, it’s release was postponed for a month until June 1st.  So instead, how about we talk about the things a person can do, should they be powerfully motivated, to get ready for Beach Balls. First, let me say that Beach Balls is my MM contemporary, enemies to lovers, summer romance and it is the third in the popular Balls to the Wall series after Volley Balls and Fire Balls. So, how to get ready…

 

  • You could take a vacation trip to Laguna Beach, California where all the books in the Balls to the Wall Series take place. Plan the trip for after July 4th so you can go to the Festival of the Arts and the Pageant of the Masters which play a role in both Volley Balls and Fire Balls. Plan to play volleyball on the sand at Main Beach like my Aussies in Volley Balls and do a stint underwater scuba diving like they do in Beach Balls. 
  • You could have all kinds of sex in, around, and under the water! This plays a key role in Beach Balls. What fun is a beach romance without a little sand in your trunks? Or other places?
  • You could, of course, read Volley Balls and Fire Balls. While Beach Balls is totally stand alone, there are a few characters who appear in Beach Balls that you meet in Fire Balls. Or, of course, you could just stare at the covers for a lonnnnng time!  LOL
And the very best way is to read the excerpt (partly unedited) that i have posted below. This is only the second time i have posted any excerpts from Beach Balls, so it will give you a little nibble.

Beach Balls by Tara Lain — Available June 1st 2012 from Amazon, ARe

Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing  a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up  his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.

Movement. Was that a diver? Adam swam toward the wavering outline. No bubbles. Couldn’t be a diver. A shark? Excited, he swam closer. It was a person. The wetsuited diver’s back was to Adam. The tall, lanky guy seemed to be studying something closely.

How the hell did he get around so freely? His tanks were small, light. Rebreather tanks probably. That system reused the exhaled oxygen and scrubbed the carbon dioxide. Rebreathers didn’t need such big tanks because nothing was wasted. And no bubbles. Adam had never seen a rebreather rig up close. Not a lot of sports divers used them.

Who was this guy? He might as well be standing in his backyard he looked so at home. And what was he doing?

Adam floated a little closer. He caught his breath and sucked some water. Ah, an octopus. The guy was looking at an octopus. Maybe better to say he was kind of dancing with it. The octopus still had a few of its arms inside a hole in some coral but the rest were waving from side to side. Kind of like it appreciated the guy but was telling him not to come too close.

OK, Adam was losing it. Anthropomorphizing an octopus. But that’s what it looked like.

He wanted to see better. His bubbles flowed upward as he swam closer. The other diver turned, movements languid, slow motion. His hand came up toward Adam, warning him off.

Well hell, it wasn’t his octopus. Adam swam to the right, and the guy blocked him. Asshole. Adam rushed to the right again and got around him just in time to see…the octopus pull back into its hole and disappear. Shit!

He turned toward the guy. Hell, all he’d wanted to do was see the fucking octopus. He put his hands on his hips trying to show his pissoffness. The guy just shook his head and waved his arms at Adam, who turned back toward the hole where the creature had vanished. Maybe he could get the critter to come back out. He swam forward.

A hard hand grabbed his arm. Damn. Who did this guy think he was? Adam whirled as ferociously as the ocean, a mask, regulator, and two huge tanks would allow, and the other diver backed off with his hands up. Adam frowned and then realized how stupid that was. The man couldn’t see his expression. The octopus was completely invisible, so there wasn’t much going on. Adam wouldn’t get in an underwater fist fight over a vanished cephalopod.

The other diver was still watching Adam closely.

Shit, he was done. No octopus. No peace. He might as well go back to Carly’s and have sex. With a push of his foot, he swam toward the surface.

A half hour later, he lay on the sand still annoyed about the asshole and the octopus. Why had the guy been like that? They could have shared the creature.

Oh, well. He should go back in and get another hit of Gary, but Adam felt good just lying on the sand. He’d purposefully chosen a stretch of beach without many kids. Lower noise volume, but still close to Carly’s.

He raised himself onto an elbow. Everyone else would be up by now. Way up. Maybe he’d see who he could find. If he was honest, Gary was almost too much of a good thing. The guy swore he wouldn’t care or be jealous. Of course, Adam had heard that before. He glanced over at the kayak full of Carly’s scuba gear. Might as well get to it…

And there he was. Rising from the sea like some merman. Not a bubble. Not a ripple. The diver just appeared, manifested by Neptune. Was he the octopus guy? He had to be. A tall, slim figure strode through the shallow water navigating the surf like it wasn’t there. Like it couldn’t drag him down and out to sea.

He stopped at the water line and pulled off the tanks, unfastened the hood of his wetsuit and shoved it back, then shook his head like a dog and fluffed out light brown curls that surrounded his head like a halo.

Perfect, because from this distance the guy’s face looked totally like an angel. Wide eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones that gave him a slightly hollow-cheeked look, like maybe he was starving for some god.

He walked a few more steps and dropped the rig then dragged down the wetsuit, revealing a long, lean body, thin but so well-muscled you believed he was an athlete. Like maybe one of those African long-distance runners. But this guy was white. He must spend a lot of time in the sun if he was a diver, but his skin was only a pale tan. Man, under his bathing suit he would be alabaster. Wonder what else is under that bathing suit?

The diver was so mesmerizing Adam forgot to be pissed. The guy started to gather up his stuff. Adam jumped up. “Excuse me.”

The angel face turned toward him. Neutral. Maybe he didn’t recognize him from the underwater encounter.

Adam took a couple steps toward him. “Hey, I’m the guy you chased off the octopus down there. I know you got there first and all, but hell, all I wanted to do was see the thing. You didn’t have to make a huge deal out of it.”

A crease appeared between the arched eyebrows. “Your bubbles. They were bothering her. I had been coaxing her out for over an hour and then you came barging in like some damned hippopotamus. It was stupid and rude.” The guy picked up his tanks and started walking.

“Wait!”

Angelface stopped and looked back.

OK, why had Adam stopped him? What did he want? “Uh, I’m, uh, sorry. I didn’t realize. I just saw the thing and really wanted a better look.”

“There’s a nice aquarium in Long Beach.”

But hey, those other things would be a LOT of fun too. I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you so much for visiting the Dirty Birdies!  *hugs*  Tara Birdie

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Welcome guest blogger Deanna Wadsworth!

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Cassandra Carr| 6 Comments

The Birdies are pleased to welcome a fellow perv, Deanna Wadsworth, who is discussing an issue near and dear to our…hearts. Take it away, Deanna!

To Wrap or Not to Wrap

That is the question, is it not? What are we talking about?

Condoms of course!

And why are we discussing this?

Because it is a Q so few writers want to ask when tackling writing their first love scene. If you are writing a contemporary and plan to have a sex scene, you have to think about condoms.

Now as an author who writes m/m…male/male romance… condoms are a no brainer. Readers expect these boys to be safe and smart. In fact, they get a little perturbed when guys “bareback” like fools and don’t wrap their tools.

But what if you are writing traditional romance or erotica?

As this blog post is simply intended to give perspective on why you should consider condom use in your love scenes, remember everything can vary according to publishing houses. Their submissions information will let you know if condom use is required or not. I have heard some houses say adding a condom into a love scene “detracts from the fantasy.” Personally, I don’t think safe sex “ruins the moment”—genital warts do. LOL

Anyway…. if a publisher doesn’t specifically mention condoms, it’s easier to delete it than add it in later. Your book certainly won’t be rejected because of safe sex!!

That being said, ask yourself this: What era did your characters grow up in?

If your heroine /hero took sex-ed after the late eighties and you have not given me a damn good reason they are immune to STIs (i.e. vampire, ghost, shifter, alien, or one of Santa’s elves, etc.) then they would use a condom. Smart women know that risk of pregnancy is not the only thing she has to worry about. If she is on the pill, safe sex is still something modern couples IRL discuss even in the heat of the moment. If you want me to respect your heroine, she has to be smart in and out of the bedroom.

Would a savvy corporate exec really be so stupid as to jeopardize his/her career for an unplanned pregnancy or a raging case of the herpes? Your cute college girl would not buy into the sexy cop’s line, “I’m clean, baby…I’ll pull out.”

Now the reasons for practicing safe sex don’t need to be a part of the plot. Having a preachy paragraph about AIDS or gonorrhea really will kill the mood. But as modern women reading books with modern characters, safe sex is a reality we face every time we get into bed with someone new. Our characters if they are to be believable, face these same issues.

Of course, all of this means nothing if you are writing a ….gag…. “secret baby” story. LOL Just kidding…. Side note on that one: gimme a GOOD reason that girl didn’t use a condom please! I’ll respect her so much more in the morning.

And have no fear you can have smart, safe characters and still make the scene sexy!!!

All you have to do is add a tiny line like this: “Grinning wickedly, he tore open the foil wrapper with his teeth and quickly slid the latex down his dick.”

Easy-peesey-lemon-squeezie!

I would love to hear from you guys. What do you think about this topic? Is it something you have thought about?

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Bestselling erotica author Deanna Wadsworth leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her hubby of 15 years and three demanding little dogs. She has a fascination with the exotic and taboo but her love of love in all its stages and incarnations motivate her to write Romance with Spice and Love without Boundaries.

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MS. CLAUS’S LIST

The Naughty North Pole Book One

 

I am Ms. Claus.

Note the Ms. not the Mrs.?

Santa is my twin brother…not sure how the married rumor got started, eeew!…but he runs the North Pole except for that one most magical night of the year: Christmas Eve. When Santa is away, the elves will play. With me, if they’re lucky enough to be picked from my List.

Please, no nice elves need apply. Because I really want to find out how naughty you can be!

~Excerpt~

With a whistle, Nick shouted out, “Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer!”

Those weren’t the names of these particular reindeer, of course, but the call had become tradition. The elves and I joined in with the chant, too.

“Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!” Laughing, I looked down at Donna. Her face had flushed with excitement and cold.

Okay, I know it was cheesy, but hey. It was Christmas. If you couldn’t be cheesy at Christmas, when could you be?

Whoosh!

Magic sparks in red, green, and silver blasted from the back end of the sleigh, the release of magic, which made it fly. Another resounding cheer went up. I had to wonder if it was just the excitement of a year’s hard work being done and the joy of Christmas, or the show about to go down tonight, which had everyone so worked up.

The reindeer started to run in place above the ground as if they were on a treadmill, their hooves gaining speed. They might be awful creatures, but the sight they made was spectacular.

Nick raised his right arm and dropped it.

“Merry Christmas to all!!!”

On that command, the snarling beasts lunged forward faster than I had ever seen a reindeer move. All shouts and well-wishes were lost in a loud explosion, like blast of hot air from a gasoline-drenched pile of wood ignited by a firecracker. A rush of heat blew my hair back and the sleigh, our grandmother’s modified magical chariot, rose in the air. The jingle of bells and cheers were lost in the power of the vehicle.

Then my brother and his sleigh disappeared in a flurry of sparkles and heat.

It took a moment for the oxygen to sneak back into my lungs and I patted my face to be sure my eyebrows hadn’t been singed off.

“Dramatic much?” Donna whispered.

I sniffed in agreement. “You know Nicky.”

The two elves manning the entrance pulled the levers back. The doors slowly closed. When the last cog locked into place, shutting out the cold air and the last sight of the sparking comet trail of the sleigh, the launch chamber fell silent.

All eyes went to me.

Donna stepped back, as did those nearby.

I did a slow, dramatic turn, clutching the front of my cloak. I smiled at all of my people, two forgotten races of elves who vowed to keep me and my brother company for all eternity.

I slowly strutted into the space Nick had recently vacated with his sleigh, hesitating before I spoke, to allow Donna ample time to maximize impact.

Stopping, I faced the largest collection of eager elves, all of them atwitter with anticipation. The light faces, the dark ones, the black eyes and the green, all locked on me, holding their breath in anticipation of my next words. Smiling at my people, I knew what they needed. Sure, Nick cared for all their needs, gave them a purpose with which to devote our eternity. But only I knew what they craved.

Then, very dramatically, I dropped my cloak, revealing the skin-tight, red velvet halter top and too-short mini. I raised my arms in the air and let out a delighted squeal, finishing up Nick’s cry—

“And to all a good night!”

 

My, my…*fanning myself* Ho ho ho indeed!

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– Cassandra

 

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Month of sexy excerpts: Head Games

Posted on May 4, 2012 by Cassandra Carr| Leave a comment

Hello fellow pervs of a feather!

In May we’re featuring dirty excerpts from our very own dirty books. Today I’ve got an excerpt from book 1 of my Buffalo Intimidators series, Head Games.  For more information about the book or the series, check out http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com/buffalointimidators.htm

Blurb for Head Games:

Leo Laporte and Scott Schaeffer are teammates on the ice and roommates off it who also share women. They’ve been coming into Kelly Chase’s bistro after games for months, and they know they want her. As the attraction grows, the men realize they want more than a one-night stand – they want forever.

Kelly’s not so sure. Yes, she wants both men. But a permanent ménage relationship? That’s taking giving her heart away to a whole new level, and a chance she’s hesitant to take. Then Leo is injured and Scott’s on the trading block, and she realizes this may be her only shot at true, everlasting love.

There are so many questions swirling around inside Kelly’s head. Can she believe in Leo and Scott’s love? And will her business and her reputation survive once people find out she’s with two men?

EXCERPT:

Moving to stand in front of her, Leo took the back of her head in his large hand. “Open for me, baby.” She did, and felt the silky smooth head of his cock slide over her tongue.

Leo closed his eyes, tilting his head back. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

Kelly closed her eyes and let the taste of him wash over her—a potent mixture of musk, soap, sweat, and man. The fact both Leo and Scott were professional athletes turned her on more than she was willing to admit. They played a brutal game, and their masculine auras surrounded them like armor. Leo pushed further into her mouth, and she struggled to accept his long length. Before she could gag, though, he pulled back out. Grabbing the sides of her head to tilt her to his liking, he began to saw in and out of her mouth, and Kelly did her best to keep up suction. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew completely and Scott replaced him directly in front of her.

He was a little shorter but definitely thicker than Leo, and when he pushed into her, she had to stretch her lips to fully accept him. When she did and then dove down to take in more, a guttural moan spewed from his lips. “You’re killing me, Kelly,” he muttered, massaging the back of her neck. She wasn’t surprised he was courteous of her even at this moment. Scott was a caring, loving man. Soon he stopped, panting. “I want you so badly, but there’s no way I’ll last if I keep that up.” Stepping back, he motioned to Leo. “I’m done for now. I’ll come for sure if I let her keep going.”

“Good point,” Leo replied, reaching a hand down to help Kelly to her feet. He looked her up and down. “Help me get her out of all these pesky clothes.”

“Gladly.”

Kelly stood obediently as the guys slowly undressed her, pausing to stroke and kiss her flesh as it was revealed. When she was finally naked, they urged her to lie down on the bed. Leo reached for a condom on the nightstand and knelt between her spread legs. Scott lowered his head to her breasts and began to move back and forth, gently suckling on each. When Kelly looked into Leo’s eyes, she had to force herself to breathe. The only other time she’d ever seen that look in his eye was when he was facing down an opponent on the ice. Their single-minded focus on her was intoxicating, and her clit pulsed and swelled in anticipation.

Leo leaned down, fanning his breath over her bared skin. “So pretty, so pink…” Kelly wanted to shout at him to just do her already, but she held back and was rewarded when he swiped over her clit with the flat of his tongue. She arched into him, nearly dislodging Scott’s mouth from her nipple. He flung an arm out and held her down for Leo’s relentless assault with lips, teeth, and tongue. As he closed over her clit, her mouth fell open in a wordless moan.

“Better get on with it, Leo, I don’t know how much more our sweet baby can take,” Scott warned.

Leo raised up long enough to say, “She’s going to come for us, aren’t you, darlin’?” He gave her another long swipe of his tongue, all the way from below her pussy to above her clit, and she shuddered. “Are you getting close?”

“Yes. Oh, God. Oh, God, yes!”

“Good. Then come for us.” She felt another series of short, rapid licks right over her clit and flew apart, letting out an almost inhuman shriek as her orgasm roared through her. Both Leo and Scott were talking to her, but the buzzing in her ears drowned out the words. Pleasure washed over her in waves, and when she finally cracked her eyes open, all she saw was man—both of them, their gazes unmasked, the lust clear, as she continued to pulse and gasp for badly needed oxygen.

Scott leaned down, placing a light kiss on her lips. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leo nodded. “I want to make you scream until you pass out. What do you say, Scott?”

“Hell yes. Sign me up.”

Copyright, 2011, Cassandra Carr

You like? In two weeks I’ll be back with an excerpt from Impact, book 1 of the Buckin’ Bull Riders series. Until then, stay dirty!
– Cassandra

For more information about my books, see http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.

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Smutty threesome, anyone?

Posted on May 3, 2012 by Elizabeth Silver| 1 Comment

So. Hey. This month is steamy pictures and excerpts. Which is handy (ha!), since what I’ve had time to write over the past year is… steamy. And quick. Kind of like Scarlett Parrish’s leap to making lewd commentary on what she’d like to do to various actors. BTW, Scarlett? Never change.

But if you want a steamy excerpt? I can do that.

In fact, How about an excerpt from my short story “Business Expenses,” to be published in Cleis Press’s Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories next month? It’s a heck of a departure from what you’re all used to from me (this one has girl bits to spare!), but I think you’ll enjoy it…

Using his passkey, Javier let himself in, maneuvering carefully so as to not bang the cases or screw up the walls. He’d just leave the luggage in the bedroom and then go home, take a shower, maybe jerk off to let off some steam.

But when he got in the bedroom, he stopped cold.

Working in the resort, he’d seen a lot of guests naked. It was surprisingly common for them to get locked out when chasing down the housekeeping cart for extra towels, and then there were the skinny-dippers – both in the ocean and the house pool – as well as the occasional conference attendee that had yet to realize that just because there was an open bar did not mean you had to drink until it closed. But this. This was different.

The king-sized bed was in complete disarray, blankets and pillows all over, and in the middle of it all there were two women. One was pale, her auburn hair twisted up to show the creamy length of her neck as she bent to lick between the dark brown thighs of her companion. The one on her back moaned softly, kneading her own breasts slowly as she squirmed under the other one’s mouth.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.” The words escaped Javier’s mouth before he’d realized them, and then it was too late.

The two women froze and turned to look at him, and Javier stood there for a few long seconds wondering if this was the one thing that would get even him fired. Probably.

He cleared his throat and set the suitcases down as gently as he could. “Your luggage,” he said, stupidly. “I knocked, but. Um.”

The redhead snorted. “Yes, we see.” She crawled up to cover her lover’s body with her own, never once looking away from Javier as she treated him to a slow once-over that couldn’t possibly have missed the semi he was still sporting.

After a long while, Javier, realized he was still standing there. “I’ll go now,” he said, backing away. “Sorry to disturb.”

“Wait.”

The other woman rolled the redhead off her and climbed out of the bed, grabbing a resort-issued robe that she didn’t bother to belt up. Tall and curvy, with richly dark skin and her hair kept short so nothing got in the way of her high cheekbones and pale green eyes, she reminded Javier of a panther he’d seen on TV once, stalking its prey. And he sure felt like a bunny.

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Shifter filth and some shameless bookwhoring

Posted on May 2, 2012 by Scarlett Parrish| 2 Comments

Excerpts, excerpts, excerpts…I’m having real trouble choosing which to spooge all over the Dirty Birdies’ Blog today; asking me to choose between my books is like asking a maternal woman to choose between her children, or asking Liz Silver to choose between Michael Fassbender and Benedict Cumberbatch.

Simply unpossible!

Well, I guess fate answered that question for me by arranging the universe so that Dark-Adapted Eyes was released this Monday, so why not delve into that?

Here am le blurbe:

* * * *

Everything can change in the blink of a dark-adapted eye.

Fern Mansfield drags one of her pack-mates out to find more of their kind, but Gabriel Devlin is sure it won’t happen. However, at a local bar, a young woman with a feline way of moving grabs their attention. She must be like them, so Fern thinks – normal people don’t have three eyelids, nor a skin-burning itch on the backs of their hands where claws want to grow. And usually, what Fern wants, she gets. Even if she has to commit murder to make a point.

Cressida Naismith doesn’t want to belong to anyone – nor any pack – but becomes the prize fought for by two sides of a fast-dwindling group of shape-shifters. The pack doesn’t have an alpha male but if it did, Alexander Butler would be it. He’s more than willing to have his fun with Cress, especially if it means leaving the increasingly difficult-to-deal-with Fern out in the cold, but one thing stands in his way: the fact Fern is more than willing to commit murder to make a point.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of graphic (non-sexual) violence, as well as partner sharing, both M/M and M/F.

* * * *

Now to choose an excerpt, which is hard– er, I mean difficult, because DAE is my longest-ever book. Around 90k words. And just about every character fucks every other. Damn shape-shifters; they just can’t keep it zipped, can they?

Okay, how about I choose something from near the beginning of the book so I don’t spoiler the latter part of the novel? This is a scene occuring late one evening after Fern, a female shape-shifter, has been out looking for more of their kind. Gabe, her companion/erstwhile lover/fellow shape-shifter/minder broke into her flat in a very unusual way while she was out, and was waiting for her on her return. Being a couple of horny bastids, they soon get down to it…

* * * *

“Oh God, Gabe.” She held him close. “I want all of you.”

“I knew you wanted that. I knew you liked it.” His hands on her back, tickling with just fingertips, then pressing, then scratching. “I knew once I was—”

A sharp noise, metallic, shing, like a pair of scissors being opened or a blade being unsheathed, only multiplied, echoed in the near-silence of the room.

Gabe’s eyes widened, not in desire this time she knew, and she was unable to stop the grin spreading across her face. “You…” he began in a low voice, threatening to others, but to her amusing. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“Fern.”

“You ever compare me to Alex again. Any man. Anyone, and…”

“And what?” he snarled. Shing. That noise again, and she jerked in the tightening circle of his arms. “And I’ll take you with me.” He smiled as if someone were about to take his photo. Picture-perfect Gabe Devlin, always with a ready pose.

“You wouldn’t cut me.”

“Wouldn’t I?” His eyebrows lifted. I dare you.

“You love me too much, Devlin.”

“Don’t kid yourself. There are others out there. Maybe I’ll track Cress down, give her a call.”

“You evil—”

“That’s me all over, darling. So. What are we gonna do about this Mexican stand-off? Again?”

Fern tried to pull away. Couldn’t. She circled her hips.

“Ah. Wise choice.” He pressed his mouth to her collarbone, attempted to kiss her but her movements, more and more rapid, drew air from his lungs and her skin warmed with his escaping breath. “So…” he managed to say. “This is what it comes down to. You said you’d be a good girl.”

“I always am. I’m always good. Gabe.” Her last word came out in a strangulated tone, her voice rising as she got closer. “Gabe.”

“I could throw you off right now.”

“You won’t. You like seeing me come as much as I like…”

“Are you nearly there? You are, aren’t you?”

Sparks, a warmth spread from deep inside her, like a fire between her legs where she was joined to Gabe, and when Fern came she barely heard her own voice but was aware of some kind of scream when she threw her head back, the guttural moans he made as she dug her nails into him.

Oh god.

Nails.

Did I manage to…

Slowly, slowly, her head stopped spinning and she was able to form a coherent thought.

Did I manage to get them out of the…?

The look on Gabe’s face told her all she needed to know.

The furrowed brow, the set jaw, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. “Fern.”

She lifted her hands from his back, felt the stickiness on one or two of her fingers, the moistness that was too liquid to be mere perspiration.

He winced. “Fern.”

“Sorry.” She shrugged in what she hoped was a playful gesture. “You can’t blame a girl for getting carried away.”

His tone made her jump, and she looked into his eyes as he glared, speaking in a frighteningly calm monotone. “I am really going to hurt you now.”

* * * *

Now go buy it. Here. Very much cheapness! Plus, I really need that flatscreen telly I’ve got my eye on. :D

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Tara’s Sexy Excerpt with a Difference! A Birth in a Snowstorm

Posted on May 1, 2012 by Tara Lain| 2 Comments

Hi everyone–

This is our Dirty Birdie sexy excerpt month! Welcome. Boy, are you going to have fun this month with all the hotness. I am kicking it off but i thought i’d do something just a bit different. Love and relationship take many forms, and bonds can be forged between people in times of stress and epiphany as well as in sexual encounters.

I’ve never posted this excerpt before. The only people who have read it are those who have read Deceptive Attraction. This book is a MMF menage between a soccer star, a mysterious carpenter and a mid-wife who works in Africa. The carpenter, Eli, is a commitmentphobe and he has deceived the other hero and the heroine about his identity. They’ve had a falling out and he is about to leave but is detained by a huge snowstorm. My soccer star, Cal, is in the house with his lover, Angel the midwife who has a bad cold, and his sister-in-law, Em, who is nine months pregnant. Em goes into labor and, since Angel is sick, Cal asks Eli to help him deliver the baby. This is two bisexual men in a very female situation. The scene is a turning point, though we don’t know in what way for awhile.  Here is the scene –

Man, Eli was a marvel. Cal thought of himself as well coordinated, but Eli had the manual dexterity of a fine woodworker. He handled the monitors and instruments like a veteran. Yeah, and he didn’t even shy away from the girlie bits. He ran a bath for Em and carefully helped her into a few inches of body-temperature water after Angel announced that she was far enough along that the water wouldn’t stop her contractions. Em didn’t seem to mind Eli seeing her nude. Guess that was the least of her worries right now.

The contractions got closer together, and Eli got calmer. Or at least that’s how he appeared. Em seemed soothed just being around him. Cal too. Jesus, the guy was so skittish about relationships, yet here he was up to his ass in the most intimate situation a person could imagine and, seemingly, right at home.

They had set up a delivery center, as Angel called it, in the center of the room, with the plastic cloth and old sheets laid out, the big exercise ball for Em to hold onto, and lots of cushions and pillows of various sizes. Em came out of her bath with her nightgown back on and squatted down, using the ball for balance. Eli rehooked the monitor.

Angel waved a hand at him from the hall. “Cal, you get behind her and support her.”

Okay, here we go. He took a deep breath and sat on the floor with his back against a big, heavy chair. Em leaned against him, squatting and steadying herself on the ball. Eli sat beside her on the floor.

Cal had positioned Angel so Em could see her through the open bedroom door. Angel was wrapped up like a cocoon, and alternately sweating and shivering, but she was hanging in there like a champ. She’d been on the phone to Em’s doctor three times, just reporting progress, and the doc seemed satisfied that everything was going well. Of course, Angel hadn’t told her all the details. As far as the doc knew, Angel was delivering the baby, not two male novices.

Unnnnhhh. Cal listened to the deep, moaning sounds Em made and let them flow through his body the way Angel told Em to let it flow through hers. At first he’d cringed with every contraction. Now he felt like his body was absorbing some of the pain, pulling it from Em. God, she was a trouper. Controlling her breathing, letting the sounds she made carry her through what he knew must be intense pains again and again. Timeless. Everything seemed to exist outside of the natural world, and yet it felt so real. Like he’d never known real life before. Moan. Pant. Moan. Pant. Timeless.

Minutes passed — or maybe it was hours. He wasn’t sure. His back hurt. It didn’t hurt. He wanted it to be over. He never wanted it to end. Suspended. All that felt real was the vibration of Em’s deep sounds.

He looked up at the sound of Angel’s voice. “Em, talk to me. Do you feel like you want to push?”

“Yeah.” Em gasped. “I feel like I’m holding back.”

“Okay, sweetie, go for it. Cal, hang on to her.”

Shit, he was terrified, but so honored to get to do this. Would he ever repeat this for a baby of his own? Wasn’t likely, but he’d think about that later.

And then it began. It was like being absorbed into some hole in the universe where nothing else was going on, no worries, no conflicts, no time or space. He was aware of Em’s panting and the deep sounds of her cries as she pushed, rested, pushed again. He heard Eli’s encouragement, saw him wiping her brow and dabbing water on her lips. He heard Angel calling, “Can you see the baby? Can you see the crown?” The pushes increased. The intensity was unbelievable…and unbearable. How could she do it? How did women do it? Somewhere in the background, in some other universe, he heard a door open and close, but all that was really happening was one huge cry as her body strained against him, and then suddenly relaxed. Smells and sounds, and he saw Eli put a tiny, waxlike doll on Em’s chest, still connected to its life-giving cord. Angel called instructions, and Em gently patted the infant. Chills ran through him as he heard the sound of that one first, perfect, unfathomable breath.

“It’s a girl.” Tears were running down Eli’s face, but he didn’t seem to notice.

And then came rushing and noise, and Jake and Roan burst through the door, instantly quieted, and surrounded the woman they loved and their perfect, dark-haired daughter.

Cal rolled to the side and surrendered his position to Jake, as Roan gloved and prepared to cut the cord. Jeez. His legs barely worked. But it was worth it. He stood. Oops. Wobbled, caught himself, and moved to the door. Eli was already there watching, his cheeks still wet.

And if this scene is not your thing, i’ll be blogging again on the  7th and 23rd with far more traditional sexy scenes.  Thank you so much for visiting the Birdies!  : )

 

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Specialized Conferences – GayRomLit

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Viki Lyn| 4 Comments

I don’t attend many conferences which I wrote last time I posted. For one, they are expensive and I can’t afford but one conference every couple of years. So I really have to think about which conference will benefit both my specific genre and hold my interest.

I’ve always wanted to attend RT (Romance Times) because I heard it’s a reader’s conference and has lots of fun parties – but I never seem to get my act together in time to go! But this year, I’m excited to be attending the GayRomLit conference in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I wanted to go last year when it was in New Orleans but was out of the country at the time. Disappointed, I was determined to go this year.

It’s this October, and well it’s going to be hoot and a half. It’s worth it just to go on their site for a peek at the cowboy with the hot tattoo!

There are going to be over a hundred participating GLBT writers, many who I have chatted with online and got to know through cyberspace. Many authors who I’ve read and enjoyed as well. I’m really looking forward to talking ‘shop’ and exchanging ideas and putting faces to the names I know so well.

The conference is closed to authors as they reached their limit – but open to attendees that want to meet and party with their favorite authors. So check it out! GayRomLit Conference Site

I’ll leave you with this sexy cowboy! Next month Dirty Birdies will be posting hot, sizzling excerpts to usher in the summer months so it’s not to be missed, plus sexy pics to go along with sexy excerpts.

Happy Reading!

Viki Lyn
http://www.vikilyn.com

 

New Release : John’s Match (Book 3 – Woodland Village)
Fantasy writer Scott Marwick just might be John’s financial savior if John can convince Scott to sign over the character rights for a new computer game. John befriends Scott for one purpose — to get him to sign — never planning on falling in love. When John shatters Scott’s trust, can Scott forgive and move on from his past mistakes? Excerpt and Buy Link

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