Friday, March 30, 2012

Things that made me feel good!!

This week a few things put a huge smile on my face, and yeah okay I might have even gotten a little teary eyed on a couple of things I read, but in a very good way. So I'm going to share some of my feel good moments with you and hope they make you smile.

A Father's Reaction to His Very Young Gay Son

Over the past few months my wife, HuffPost blogger Amelia, has been asked numerous times what I think about our 7-year-old son identifying as gay.
This is not something I thought I'd be writing so soon (OK, honestly, I never thought I would be writing a blog on an internationally known news website). When my wife and I were expecting our first child, we discussed what we would do if he or she were born with a disability or with a foot growing out of his or her head. Dealing with a child with a disability would be a life-changing event and something that we had to think about a lot. Possibly having a gay son or daughter wasn't like that. We didn't even have to discuss it, because it wouldn't be a problem. Although the head-foot would need to be dealt with immediately, we assumed we had 15 years or so before any of our kids said they were gay.
You know what they say about assuming: it makes all the asses come out in the comment sections of blogs -- people who don't know anything about my son other than the few guarded things my wife has written, and yet they seem to think they know so much. Let me say that most of the comments have been very supportive, and it's great to see the same people come to Ameila's defense whenever the occasional jerk butts into the conversation with some homophobic ideas. And many of jerk-butts (and some of the normal people, too) want to know what I think about this whole "gay thing." READ THE REST OF THE POST HERE



Rick R. Reed shared this on Facebook and he said it perfectly "I love this little guy. What good parents he has--giving him the gift of love and an open mind."



 
 When my dear friend Roy shared a video and introduced me to a new song by 30 Seconds to Mars. Shirtless Jared Leto? Yeah that was a happy moment!!
 
 

My cookie Goddess Dawn Roberto shared this on my wall, just because :) 


Sweet David Scrivens Celebrated his birthday

 So what made you feel good this week?  Hope you have a great weekend!!!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Your Opinion Matters


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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Inspiration

When I write, I create my characters in my head and once they are fully formed there, I then go in search of inspirational photos. Lorcan was a challenge since he is so unique in his beauty and I never did find a perfect example of him, but close!  People often ask why I don't seek out my inspirational photos first. Well the answer for me is simple, My character is than influenced by the model and no longer unique. That's not to say I haven't done stories prompted by a photo. I'm currently working on my short story based on a photo and story prompt for the Goodread M/M Romance group. But this is different.... It's not truly my idea or my inspiration. That belongs to the author of the letter and the photo that inspired it. Here are the three that I've worked with...
BEYOND DUTY 2012


INNOCENCE TO THE MAX 2011
MASTERS & BOYD 2010
Like I said, while I love doing these stories, in fact Masters & Boyd went on to become a long Novella that came out with Dreamspinner Press back in January. Still, the original ideas and photos were not mine.
Now every now and again, an inspirational photo comes along that is just perfect for my characters. A prime example is the photo for Ty. On the outside he may look like a cowboy, but beneath the facade of denim and Stetson, is so much more, his true self.

Well, another perfect photo came along, this time for Collin Ferguson. He's been a minor character in both Quinn's Need and Ty's Obsession, but will be getting his staring role in Jess's Journey later this year! This inspirational photo is absolutely perfect and Jess has his work cut out for him. Who will win the heart of the big loveable guy??

Will it be Hot and Sexy physical therapist Jackson?

or the young and adorable Collin?

Monday, March 26, 2012

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet


Last summer, after a Burn Notice marathon, I started thinking about spies and betrayal and the importance of a partner or a team you can trust. Those ponderings mingled with some sci fi world building I'd been doing and suddenly Lark and Derek were telling me their story. I learned that they were spies living hundreds of years in the future. They were partners until their superiors told Derek that Lark betrayed him and sent Lark on a deep cover mission cutting him off from communication with the civilized world.

Most of my recent writing has been on the lighter side, but Lark and Derek are hurting, and their book got heavy and emotional. Each of these men believe they've been abandoned. They've got a lot of angst and grief to work through and a lot of unrequited lust. I came to care for them as deeply as I could any character while writing their story (Actually, I'm still writing it. I just finished book two of their series). I hope they touch you as deeply as they have me.

Galactic Betrayal 1: Abandoned by Silvia Violet

Blurb:

Lark Zaccaro and Derek Carlson were partners and friends. Lark wanted more. Then someone at the Intergalactic Investigations Bureau sold them out to enemy aliens. Lark was forced to abandon Derek to the enemy, and Derek bought the IIB’s story that Lark betrayed them all.

When Lark’s deep cover mission and Derek’s new job in search-and-rescue collide, the desire simmering between them explodes. Lark needs Derek’s help to escape a new enemy, and Derek needs to discover the truth about what really happened on that alien planet. Can they overcome lies and betrayal and find the love and comfort they seek, or will their past forever keep them apart?

Excerpt:

Lark Zaccaro smiled as he stepped out of the dripping jungle heat, and into the prison building. Even inside, the stale air was so splyvin' hot it belonged in an oven. He didn't know how anyone could breathe. Not that he was supposed to give a fuck if his prisoners got air or not. He took as deep a breath as he could and headed straight for the interrogation room.
A few hours earlier, his guards had discovered a man crouched in the underbrush, spying on their enclave. Lark's morning had been hell so far, and a vicious interrogation suited his mood perfectly. The two guards flanking the door stepped aside, so he could enter what was truly more of a torture chamber than an interrogation room. At least that's what it had been for his predecessor, and the longer Lark lived on Lancarina, the more he found himself becoming like the man he'd assassinated and replaced. He pushed that disturbing thought away. He wouldn't dwell on how low he'd sunk since he'd left his partner to die in a Lithusian prison cell.
The captive hung from the ceiling, suspended by a heavy chain circling his bound wrists. His toes barely scraped the floor, forcing his arms to support the weight of his large body. The dirty chain bit into his wrists, and blood dripped down his arms. In this squalid jungle, he'd have a deadly infection in no time. Lark would have to do something about that. The man had a ship with advanced defenses. Thus, he was Lark's ticket off this cesspool of a planet.
The man's clothes hung in shreds, and Lark couldn't help but admire his muscular body. His gaze slid over the captive's hard thighs, the impressive bulge in his pants, and the well-defined and disturbingly familiar planes of his chest. When he saw the man's face, he froze. No. It couldn't be. His former partner would have no reason to be here. But Derek Carlson, the man who had haunted Lark's nightmares and his fantasies every day for the six Old Earth months he been in this hellhole, was right in front of him. Chained. Suspended. His to do with as he pleased.
Lark's cock hardened, pressing against the confines of his pants. His body knew what it wanted from Derek, but his mind was less sure. Retribution? Forgiveness? A hot fuck before he threw him in prison to rot? Salvation? His gut knotted at that thought, and he fought to keep his guards from noticing how off kilter he was. He had to play his role, not rush this moment.
There would be time later, in his private quarters, to decide what he wanted to know and how he was going to get the information. If the vessel they had captured in the jungle was Derek's private issue ship, then he'd finally forsaken the lying scum at the Intergalactic Investigation Bureau. They might say their mission is to protect everyone in the five galaxies, but they only care about protecting their own asses. Lark intended to find out why Derek had left, but his guards would play no part in that interrogation. Derek was his.
Lark took a few steps toward the prisoner and studied him. He'd wanted him for years, from the moment they were assigned to work with each other at the IIB. Derek had turned down all his advances, saying they should keep their relationship professional. But now Derek was his prisoner, not his partner. If he wanted to live, he'd do whatever Lark told him to.
From the way Derek limply hung in his bonds, he was either unconscious or doing an excellent job of faking it. His former partner had fought hard from the look of him. A livid bruise stood out on one cheek and purple splotches decorated his ribs. A deep gash on his arm had dripped blood trails that were now dry. He would have to tend to Derek’s wounds.
Lark needed the man's piloting skills. If he were going to kill Derek for believing those liars from the IIB when they told him Lark had turned traitor, he intended to do so with his own hands after they got off planet. Fortunately, he kept a fully stocked first aid cabinet in his quarters. He just needed to find a way to get Derek there without making his men suspicious .
Nothing but fear and the promise of a huge payoff on their next deal kept Lark's men from turning on him, in the same way he'd turned on the man he had been sent here to investigate. He pulled a long thin blade from his boot and pretended to examine the sharp edge as he circled Derek. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw the maze of scars criss-crossing Derek's back. If he let himself think about how Derek got those, he might be sick right here.
"Leave us," he said to the guards who were eyeing the prisoner in obvious hope of getting some play time.

Abandoned released March 24. It's available now at:

Bio

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance and erotica in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to.

When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring. You can get to know Silvia better by visiting her blog or finding her on Facebook.


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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Another great review for Masters & Boyd

"Masters & Boyd"

Review - "Masters & Boyd" by SJD Peterson

Wonderful long term view of a relationship

Very Highly Recommended
 
Tom Said: 
 
 SJD Peterson has given us a glimpse into what happens after the ring is on the finger and the commitment made.  There is more to life together than the initial joy and glow of a relationship.  There is the life after Happily Met.

And what a journey this is.  Ed and Carrick are two wonderful men, happy in life, successful, but by no means complete.  Ed is unhappy with the direction Carrick's obsession with his career is taking him, and Carrick, he is so focused on being someone else's version of success, he almost loses his most precious item in life - Ed.  
 
Check out Tom's full review HERE

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Saturday Morning Tease

This week I've been working on my free short story for the M/M Romance group, and thought I'd share a couple of snippets from the WIP.  Isn't the picture inspiring?





 Not sure what Bill’s major malfunctions is, but from the moment the guy found out my nick name was Gunny and that I’m a Gunnery Sergeant, the old man has thought it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. I nod in Bill’s direction and take a seat at the opposite end of the counter as far away from the strange man as I can get. There is just something creepy about a guy who laughs at the same joke nearly every week for a year.





 "I’d wager a good number of them slinging some of the nastier remarks would have willingly dropped their cargos and presented their asses to me."








 “Only twenty years too late. Do you know how much ass I have been denied because of this stupid fucking law, I was in my prime, Gunny. My prime!”

Friday, March 23, 2012

Joel Skelton in the House!!


Hello - 

It’s been roughly a year and half since the release of my first book, Dress Up on Dreamspinner Press. Truthfully, I was in shock at the time. So amazed to be published. Today, with the release of Beneath the Palisade: Reliance on DSP, I’m equally excited but for different reasons.
I can’t wait for readers to meet up with Harper, Ian, Alex and the rest of the characters. I hope the journey they take will captivate and entertain. And, I hope the story will leave you wanting more as this is the first book in a planned series.
A huge thanks to all who give this book a shot. I know time and money are hard to come by for many of us. Your support is greatly appreciated. 

Warmest regards,
Joel 


Beneath the Palisade: Reliance by Joel Skelton

Blurb:
Rising star attorney Harper Callahan hires Ian Burke to landscape his backyard, but it’s his heart that gets the real makeover. Cautious at first, Ian is soon won over by Harper’s good looks and charm, and before they know it they’re on the fast track to romance.

Then a brush with death makes Harper and Ian reassess their plans for the future… and offers them an opportunity for adventure. What starts out as a casual fantasy of owning and operating a B&B on Lake Superior soon explodes into reality as Harper and Ian realize that when they rely on each other, they can accomplish great things.

Excerpt:
“ACTION!”

Why the hell did I ever let myself get talked into this?

Looking into the warm spring morning sunlight, Ian Burke sucked in a deep breath and pushed the flatbed cart down the narrow asphalt path toward his mark, a small square of silver duct tape.

“Cut!”

“Are you kiddin’ me? Whattaya mean, cut? I was just startin’ out.” Frustrated, he looked over to Andy, his director, for an explanation. “I mean, come on, give me a break.”

“You have to be aware of your body language at all times, Ian.” Andy took his directing responsibility seriously. “You look like you’re just going through the motions. Smile, look enthused, and don’t be afraid to shake your booty as you head toward your mark. Remember, women and gay dudes are your audience. They garden.”

Andy, his best friend dating back to grade school, owned the South Minneapolis garden center Jungle Gems providing the backdrop for the commercial they were shooting. Ian was, for all practical purposes, Andy’s business partner. While Andy concentrated on the day-to-day operations, Ian focused on the landscaping end of the business. Over the last few years, Ian’s workload had steadily grown, to the point where it was now possible for him to branch out and form his own company, Burke Landscaping.

“You want to generate business, right?” Andy paused, forcing Ian to cough up his “you’re right” look. “Trust me, the perfect arborvitae ain’t gonna do it. You have a hot ass, so use it. Doesn’t he have a hot ass, Spencer?”

“Your ass is so hot it makes me want to be gay, dude. I mean, if I could go there, your ass would be the reason. Totally, I wouldn’t just say it if it wasn’t the truth. Allison commented on your ass the other day when she was helping me pick out jeans. ‘I think these make your butt look hot like Ian’s.’ That’s exactly what she said to me.”

Ian rolled his eyes and shook his head. Spencer, a friend he and Andy had both known for years playing baseball together, was their official, highly enthusiastic straight ambassador for all things related to, as Spencer loved to refer to gays, “your people.” An ex-film school student, Spencer eagerly offered his retired camera skills.

What a couple of tools.

Joking aside, he felt blessed. Andy and Spencer wanted nothing more than for his newly launched landscaping business to succeed.

“Action!” Andy shouted after he had returned to his mark. “Lookin’ good. Good… good… don’t rush. Remember you’re looking for the perfect one,” he instructed. “Hey, I caught that little butt wiggle. Sweet. Did you catch that, Spencer?”

“Took my breath away, dude. Seriously.”

Ian glanced to the right as he inched forward, shaking his head, careful to show what he hoped would be the right amount of disappointment on his face.

Oh no, that one won’t do at all. Nope.

“That’s perfect, Ian. Yes! Look forward now, you’re almost there. There it is! You see it, the perfect one. Show us you see the perfect one.”

Well looky there, it’s the perfect one.

This was a good take. He felt confident and in control. An element of frustration along with a strong desire to get this whole thing over with fueled his need to nail this. As he approached his mark, he looked to the left, pushed the cart slightly past the mark, and stopped.

“Perfect. Remember, hands on hips and then flash that smile,” Andy encouraged.

As instructed, he planted his hands on his hips, smiled, reached down, and hauled up a flawless three-foot spiral arborvitae, placing it on the center of the cart. Displaying the required look of satisfaction he’d struggled with in earlier takes, he pushed his prize shrub past the mark to the end of the row.

“Cut! That’s a keeper,” Andy chimed.
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Joel Skelton


Joel Skelton lives with his partner in the thriving Minnesota arts community commonly referred to as the Twin Cities. Writing is the latest destination in the author’s tour of the arts. When he’s not writing, scamming on a character, creating a chapter outline, or editing a portion of his manuscript on the bus in and out of the city, he’s playing law firm—a whacky, highly entertaining way to put food on the table.


Visit his web site at http://www.joelskelton.com.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

DREAMPINNER IS CELEBRATING THEIR 1000TH RELEASE!

In celebration of the publication of our 1000th title, we're discounting all our books over the next five weeks!

March 14-20 - All eBook novels will be discounted 20%.
March 21-27 - All eBook novellas will be discounted 20%.
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This week my novella Masters & Boyd is included in the savings. Check it out!

Description:
Carrick Masters and Edward Boyd have already found true love—it’s the happy ever after that’s eluding them. Between Carrick’s job as an orthopedic surgeon and Ed’s career as a defense attorney, they have hardly any time to spend together, and what time they do have seems to be poisoned by resentment. Carrick and Ed know they need to refocus to make their marriage work, but they seriously need more than a spicy once-a-week date night to get them back on track.
ISBN-13:  978-1-61372-341-8
Pages:  144
Cover Artist:  Reese Dante
Categories: Novellas, BDSM/Kink, SJD Peterson
Book Type: eBook
File Formats Available:.epub, .prc, .prc, html, pdf

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

BBQ Time!!


This past week has been so fricken gorgeous even I have ventured out of the cave. There is  nothing better than grilling out, with good friends, good food and cold beer. Now while I don't cook, I am the master of the BBQ!  I don't like anything complicated, a good steak doesn't need much more than it's own natural flavors but one needs more than just a big hunk of red meat, at least once in awhile. So here are some of my favorite BBQ recipes. I don't like anything complicated so I'm always looking for new ones so if you have some time honored BBQ traditions, share them!!  I'm of the school of thought — Keep it simple stupid. So all of these are super easy but super good!!

Pork tenderloin with burnt brown sugar, orange confit and thyme
Prep: 15 minutes. Cook: 25 minutes Makes: 6 servings
6 pieces (2 inches long) orange confit, plus 2 tablespoons confit oil, see recipe
2 pork tenderloins, about 1 pound each
2 tablespoons fresh thyme leaves
1 tablespoon salt
3 tablespoons light brown sugar
Tear the orange confit into 1/2-inch pieces; scatter over the meat. Sprinkle with thyme and half the salt; sprinkle the brown sugar on top. Pat it down firmly with your hand. Drizzle with the oil from the orange confit.
Prepare a grill for medium heat. Place a large griddle or skillet on the grill; heat until a drop of water sizzles on the surface. Transfer each tenderloin, using a wide spatula and inverting it to place sugar-side down on the hot skillet. Grill without moving the pork until well-browned, 5 minutes. (If the sugar begins to smell burned, adjust the flame or move the skillet away from the burning charcoal.) Turn the pork; grill until done to taste or to 135 degrees for medium, 10-15 minutes.
Transfer the meat to a cutting board; let rest, tented loosely with foil, 10 minutes before slicing. Season with remaining salt.

 Lime and Rosemary Marinated Chicken
Ingredients:
2 Lemons
1/3 cup Olive Oil
1 tablespoon Rosemary, finely chopped
1 tablespoon Minced Garlic
1 teaspoon Kosher salt
Directions:
  1. Combine all of the marinade ingredients in a large resealable bag with the chicken breasts.  Squeeze out most of the air and place the bag in the refrigerator to marinade for at least 45 minutes.
  2. Remove the bag of marinating chicken breasts from the refrigerator about 20 minutes before you plan to grill, just to let them heat up a bit.
  3. Light and prepare the grill for high direct heat grilling.
  4. Once the grill is nice and hot, use tongs to remove the chicken breasts from the marinade and place on the hottest part of the grill.
  5. Grill for about 6 minutes per side, depending on the thickness of the chicken breasts.  You can tell when it is time to flip them over for the first time because the chicken will get more and more opaque as it cooks through.  Check out the first photo in our post on how to prepare the perfect grilled chicken breast, you’ll see what I mean.
  6. Check the doneness of the chicken breasts using tongs.  As you’ll recall when you placed the chicken on the grill, they were pretty limp.  As meat cooks through, it becomes more and more rigid.  With a little practice, you’ll be able to pick up a piece of chicken with tongs, shake it up and down and be able to tell when it is done.  If the chicken only bends slightly on the tongs, you can be pretty sure that it is cooked all the way through.  Until you get good at this method though, use a meat thermometer.  According to our doneness chart, you can be pretty certain that your chicken isn’t going to polute your guests at around 160 degrees.


 
Drunken Steaks

  4 Rib Eye Steaks

  4 Tablespoons Whiskey or Brandy
  2 Tablespoons Soy Sauce
  1 Tablespoon Dark Brown Sugar
   Pepper
 Make a few cuts along the edge of the steaks and place in a shallow dish.
In a bowl mix the whiskey or brandy, soy sauce, brown sugar, and pepper to taste, stirring until the sugar has dissolved.
Pour the liquid over the steak, cover the dish, and marinate in the refrigerator for at least 3 to 4 hours.
Preheat the grill to high heat in one zone and medium heat in another zone.
Grill the steaks on oiled grates over the hot zone for about 2 minutes on each side.
Then move them to the cooler zone and cook for another 5 to 10 minutes, until cooked to your desired doneness.

Beer Can Chicken (Picture at top)

Ingredients

  • 1 (4-pound) whole chicken
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 2 tablespoons salt
  • 1 teaspoon black pepper
  • 3 tablespoons of your favorite dry spice rub
  • 1 can beer

Directions

Remove neck and giblets from chicken and discard. Rinse chicken inside and out, and pat dry with paper towels. Rub chicken lightly with oil then rub inside and out with salt, pepper and dry rub. Set aside.
Open beer can and take several gulps (make them big gulps so that the can is half full). Place beer can on a solid surface. Grabbing a chicken leg in each hand, plunk the bird cavity over the beer can. Transfer the bird-on-a-can to your grill and place in the center of the grate, balancing the bird on its 2 legs and the can like a tripod.
Cook the chicken over medium-high, indirect heat (i.e. no coals or burners on directly under the bird), with the grill cover on, for approximately 1 1/4 hours or until the internal temperature registers 165 degrees F in the breast area and 180 degrees F in the thigh, or until the thigh juice runs clear when stabbed with a sharp knife. Remove from grill and let rest for 10 minutes before carving.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Conner's Courage Officially Contracted!!

Conner's Courage
Book # 4
Whispering Pines Ranch Series


Coming to Dreamspinner Press this Summer!!

a sneak peek 
(unedited)

"Excuse me?"
Conner cocked his hip and put a hand on it, stuck out his chest, and met the gaze of the owner of Whispering Pines Ranch with a challenging look. “I said I’m your new cook.” He thrust the flyer he’d ripped down from the gas station wall at the large man looking down at him. “You need a cook, and I need a job. Looks like both our problems are solved.”
The cowboy ran an appraising eye down Conner from his head to his cowboy boots. Conner didn’t so much as flinch at the shock in the dark blue eyes of the ranch owner. He was used to people looking at his small, delicate frame and assuming one of two things. One—that he was much younger than his twenty-nine years, which didn’t bother him at all. Since who wanted to look their age or God forbid older? The youngin’ effect was heightened by the fact that he couldn’t grow facial hair to save his life. The second thing people thought when looking at him—because of his small stature, they assumed that he wasn’t capable of hard work. Neither were true, especially the latter. He was proud of his abilities in the kitchen and wasn’t afraid to bust his ass and get the job done. And done damn well, I might add. There was a third look he was used to as well—disgust. However, he didn’t even give that reaction a second thought anymore.
“Um…yeah… Got a name, kid?”
Assumption number one…check. “First of all, I’m not a kid. I’ll be the big three-oh on my next birthday,” Conner said with a snicker and held out his hand. “And the names Conner. Conner Burnett.”
“Cole Taylor,” the man replied, accepting Conner’s hand in a firm grip and shook it. “You sure don’t look like you’re gonna be thirty.”
“Good genes,” Conner replied with a shrug. About the only good thing his parents had given him. Well, his sexy butt and handsome face were probably due partly to his genes as well since he was naturally thin and, other than his nightly ritual of slathering cold cream on his face, didn’t fuss too much with his looks. I’m legitimately sexy.
Cole tipped his hat back and wiped a meaty paw across his brow, before settling his black Stetson firmly on his blond head. “I got eight regular hands, plus me and the wife, twice that many during hay season. You think you can handle cooking for that many hungry folks?”
Assumption number two…check. “I’m the oldest of seven kids and my mama sure as hell never learned to cook. I’ve worked as a line cook in different diners all over this great country, I’m pretty sure I can handle your folks.” Conner waved a hand at Cole. “I bet I could add some weight to your scrawny butt in no time.”
Cole threw his head back and laughed. “Scrawny? I haven’t been called scrawny since I was a kid.”
“Yeah well, you’ve got yourself a big frame, I’ll give you that, but you need more meat on your bones.”
Cole Taylor was a large man, a large and very sexy man with his dark blue eyes, dishwater blond hair, and thick stubble on his strong jaw. But, he could still use a few pounds added to that bulk of muscle. A bit more of a belly, a thicker chest and he may just be close to perfect. Especially if that barrel chest and belly is covered in a dark pelt. Yum! Heat started to infuse his groin area and he reminded his hardening shaft that Cole Taylor had a wife, they needed this job, and he’d rightly appreciate it if things didn’t start growing until later when they had a little alone time.
The answer to his silent pleading was a tingling sensation that ran down his shaft as it began to swell. Stubborn bastard!
“C’mon in,” Cole said shaking his head and jabbing a thumb over his shoulder to the back door. “I’ll show you the kitchen.”
Conner followed Cole into the house, taking a relieved breath when he didn't see any of the disgust in Cole’s eyes. Two out of three he could handle.
“Take your boots off,” Cole said with slight embarrassment in his voice as he toed off his boots. “Sorry. Cindy—that’s my wife—doesn’t like boots on in the house. There’s a basket in the corner filled with slippers.” He pointed to a large wicker basket filled with what looked like various shapes, colors, and sizes of slippers. All of them looked brand new.
Conner turned a questioning look toward Cole as he toed off his own boots.
“Yeah I know,” Cole said with a shrug. “My city girl has a few strange ideas, but she means well.”
Eying the basket, Conner pulled out the smallest pair, bright yellow with fur lining and slipped them on his feet. It was his turn to shrug at Cole’s questioning look. “I think it’s sweet.”
The kitchen was bright and airy, delicate lace curtains waved with the warm breeze coming through the small kitchen window. Conner’s bright yellow slippers were obviously a favorite color of the owner since the sunny color was predominant in the flower-patterned wallpaper. The aroma in the spotless room was also in theme with the décor, a lemony, citrus scent hung pleasingly in the air. Picking up a lemon shaped dish filled with a yellow sponge, Conner said, “I take it your Cindy likes the color yellow?”
“Yup, and trust me when I tell you, the color matches her happy personality too,” Cole responded with a real fondness in his voice.
South of Conner’s waistband was disappointed, but it was nice to know that Cole obviously had a soft spot and cared deeply for his wife. Conner returned the ceramic lemon to its spot at the sink and turned to face Cole, leaning back against the Formica countertop. “So what room is mine and is there anything special you want on the menu tonight?”
“You’re a pushy little shit, aren’t you?”
“Not really,” Conner said easily. “You need a cook and I’m a damn good cook, just that simple.”
Cole pulled his Stetson from his head and ran a hand through his hair, making his short blond locks stick up in a spiky mess around his head. “You got a point. What can you cook?”
“Easier question would be—what can’t I cook,” Conner snickered. He turned and started opening cabinet doors, familiarizing himself with the layout. Oh now that’s a surprise. The plates, mugs, and bowls all had the same yellow coloring as the rest of the kitchen. Cindy may have a preference for everything yellow, but she obviously hadn’t ever heard the expression, ‘Less is more’. He opened the door to a large, very nicely stocked pantry, nodding his approval at how clean and organized the kitchen was. “You just tell me what you want to eat and I’ll make it happen. I’ll need authorization to make purchases on your account down at the market. I don’t have time to be coming and looking for you when I need supplies.”
“Umm…Well—”
“And I’ll need access to a vehicle to do the shopping. My old truck is on its last leg and besides, it’s your groceries, so your gas.”
“I usually have them deliver whatever it is we need,” Cole said.
Conner shut the pantry door and pulled open drawers, checking the contents of each one. “No offense, but I’d rather get my own meats and veggies, so I’ll do my own shopping. Either you can give me the keys to your truck or you can take me into town each time I need to go. Don’t make no never mind to me either way.”
“I guess you can take the old Chevy. The keys are hanging on the hook by the back door.”
Conner didn’t turn around, just nodded and opened first the freezer, then the refrigerator. Looks like I’ll be making a run to the market today. The old Frigidaire, unlike the pantry, wasn’t well stocked and seriously lacking in the fresh vegetable department.
Southwestern Chili Con Carne. Conner started searching the fridge, making a mental list of what he’d need. Green bell pepper, red onion, Roma tomatoes, cloves of garlic, and ground chuck. Shutting the fridge, he turned and met Cole’s curious gaze. “Okay, you can show me my room and don’t even think about putting me in a bunk house with the rest of the hands. They’d skin me alive, waking them up early each morning before breakfast was cooked. Not to mention, we're having chili tonight and I’d rather not be around for the aftershocks of that.”
Cole’s eyes were wide and his mouth open and shut a couple of times before he seemed to resign himself to the idea. “We don’t have a bunkhouse, but um…” Cole scratched at his temple, looking at Conner, head cocked to the side. A small smile curled his lip then stretched his arm out. “Right this way.”
Smart man.


Winners from Ambers Blog

Congrats to 

LISA
&
JIM

For winning a copy of Battle Buddy
hope you both enjoy the book and thank you 
for visiting me and leaving a comment on Amber's Blog


Monday, March 19, 2012

Looking back over my week!!


So every now and then I have a super awesome week and this past week was one of them!!!  First of all Battle Buddy was released from Silver Publishing. Now don't let the cover fool you, it's not a menage. I've had one reader being relieved that it wasn't and another a little disappointed. The Cover is for the monthly anthology, many different stories, every month of men in Uniform. Whether it be military, police force, firemen, what ever the uniform I'm sure there is a great story out there. Mine just happens to be Army Rangers.  Check it out!!

Shane Tucker joined the Army to hide behind "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". It was working too, until he was paired with sexy Owen Bradford as his Battle Buddy. If boot camp doesn't kill him, the temptation of Owen's sinful body surely will.


Shane Tucker joins Uncle Sam's Army at nineteen. Tucker is gay, but not ready to be open about his orientation and "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" seems like a convenient way to avoid having to dealing with his sexuality.

The Army suits Tucker; he does well right from the beginning. Things get harder for Tucker during boot camp when he is assigned a "Battle Buddy".  Owen Bradford is a walking, talking wet dream, with no concept of personal space--he especially likes being in Tucker's personal space. Tucker barely survives boot camp living with the constant temptation that is Owen Bradford.

Two years later, Tucker--now in the Army Ranger program--is paired up with Owen once again. Getting through training while ignoring the sizzling sexual tension between him and his "Battle Buddy" might be the biggest test of Tucker's military career.  GET YOUR COPY HERE

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Another awesome event this week was, I learned Quinn's Need the second book in my Whispering Pines Series has been nominated for 
Best GLBT BDSM Romance of 2011
by
The Romance Reviews

You can check out all the great books nominated in all the categories 

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I got a letter from someone who read Battle Buddy this weekend. This is so fricken cool I had to share. I literally laughed out loud!!

"I laughed at the wet dream part because something similar happened to me in boot camp.
All the recruits were in the lounge after a day of marching fun. I fell asleep sitting in a chair and had a wet dream. It's funny today but I was mortified then."
Poor guy... Funny as hell, but poor guy ~snort~ 
On Goodreads  I got this review for Battle Buddy
 "OMFG ...this book is terrific !!!!
For those who are not very fond of threesome, don't let the cover put you off for reading this wonderful story as it is only about 2 sexy, lovely guys.
Message to the Author: Please I beg you, could you write a sequel ASAP...
"
Message to reviewer: When I saw the call for submission for Men in Uniform I had to write this short story. But as the deadline grew near I was running out of time and decided to make this the first installment of the  "Rough Rangers" series. Battle Buddy is more of Shane's diary as he went through Boot Camp and Ranger School.  The next one will be from Owen's POV and who knows what these two will get tied up in, in the next installment. I'm typing I'm typing :)  Thanks for wanting more!



And on a personal note.... The splints come off my hand today!!!!  No more one handed typing!!!
Now to get down to some serious story telling!!

Hope everyone has an amazing week ahead!!

~hugs~
Jo