Monday, April 29, 2013

My Turn Again?...

Good morning! Grab your coffee and come on in, sit a spell. I've started a new project, something a little bit different for me, and well. Since you're here, I thought maybe you'd like a little advance sneak peek at it.

Not going to shilly-shally around much either, because, I"m kind of anxious to get back into it, you know? 
This Dan Skinner photo is part of the inspiration for this piece....

Every Note
Chapter One
Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine was Casey Addison's favorite book. It had held that place of honor since a sophomore English teacher made it assigned reading to her sixth period advanced placement class. In the twenty years since he'd read it the first time, he'd never been without a copy, some battered thrift store finds, others hard-backed and leather bound. He'd worn out more copies of Dandelion Wine than Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. He'd even traveled to California to have a copy signed at the Long Beach Festival of books by the great man himself. The novel was an unusual choice, but the single scene that cemented it forever in Casey's memory was a short passage in which the main character realized he was alive.
Casey revered that scene because he could pinpoint the exact moment in his own life when he realized he was alive. It wasn't anything so poetically prosaic as picking grapes on a beautiful summer day. It wasn't anything special at all, just another new school in another new town that his parents had moved them all to. Then again, it was the exact moment he realized he was gay, and in love.
He'd walked into yet another new classroom in yet another new school, and his eyes landed on another boy, and for the first time ever Casey realized that air rushed through his nostrils to his lungs. Before that moment he'd breathed. Presumably for the prior twelve years of his life he'd done his small part to keep the balance between oxygen and carbon dioxide stable.
But for the first time his breath caught in his throat and he was forced to actually think about what had always been an involuntary action before.
Not only that, but he became aware of a thundering beat in his ears that had all the rhythm and twice the speed of his favorite drummer of all time, Neil Peart. Later he realized that pounding beat was his heart racing, just as the strange roar in his ears wasn't a crowd at a concert but his blood stinging its way through his veins to make his skin prickle and his arm hair stand on end.
Worst of all, his pecker just stood right up and poked at the front of his board shorts like God and everybody wasn't standing there eyeing him with all the disdain a class full of strangers could muster.
Embarrassed, he flung himself into the first available seat, and trained his gaze steadily on the white board at the front of the room. Even the rambling lines of purple ink weren't enough to vanquish the image of the boy who'd caused his world to spin on its axis. Over long white blond hair, golden tan skin, gold tipped thick lashes fringing vibrant green eyes…that image lurked in his thirteen year old mind with as much intensity as though they stood nose to nose.
Meeting Dylan Salisbury had been the changing point in his life. He'd become alive in that moment. Forever after he might forget sometimes that he breathed, but never in Dylan's presence. 

Thanks for reading! Check back next week when I am not really sure who will be here, but some Story Orgiasts will be popping by with a bit of something to wet your appetite! 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Ebook Trailers

Hello everybody.
I hope you're having a fabulous Monday...
Somebody told me  (Jade - yea, I had to say my name, I mean how you would have known it was me otherwise, right?) it was my turn to find something to post. And I must confess that my mind went totaly blank when I heard it. My turn? You're sure? But...but I didn't think about anything!!!
So I looked at the past posts, trying to find an idea... yes, you see my problem now, don't you? The Story Orgy members were promoting their books... because they are writers... logical, right? But me? I'm not a writer, and I don't have anything to promote.
Then, I found it! I was going to promote them! But I had to find a special way to do it.
After more time spending to think about it, I decided to make trailers for their latest releases.
So there... Hope you'll like them. I put all the love I have for my SO family in them, and I certainly hope it will show.
Unfortunatly, I can't post the vids here (don't ask me why, I'm stupid in front of this "technology") so I'll post the links. You'll just have to follow them...

Monday, April 15, 2013

Oooh, it's my turn? Okay! How about a contest??

Hi everyone, Em here! Sorry this is coming to you so late on Monday, but better late than never, right? And what can I do to make it up to you? How about....give you the goods on my next release and offer a contest??

Sound good? Great!

Well, here's the scoop! I have a new release coming out (it's up for pre-order right now at TEB: know more? Here you go:

'Flowers for Him' by Marie Sexton and Rowan Speedwell

He wanted to learn about beauty. He never expected to learn about love.

Billionaire Chandler Harrison’s third marriage is now history, and he’s left with his ex-wife’s parting barb, "You have no appreciation of beauty." Determined to prove her wrong, Chandler hires artist Neil Sweeney to add a mural to his office wall. He doesn’t even care what the picture is, as long as it’s beautiful.

Neil Sweeney is an ex-tagger, a free spirit, and a bit of a hippie. He’s never met anybody as uptight as Chandler, but when it comes to warming up Chandler’s cold, stark office, Neil has plans involving more than art.

Chandler begins to find himself strangely moved by the mural developing on his office wall. He’s especially moved by the artist himself. Chandler has denied his homosexual urges for most of his life, but it isn’t long before Neil begins introducing Chandler to all kinds of new things. As Neil’s masterpiece comes to life, so does Chandler’s appreciation for art, colour, and the best kind of beauty of all—love.

'Vital To Him' by SL Majors

Hot sex in the back of a limo? Billionaire Brenton Marston is stunned when his street-wise chauffeur welcomes him home in a way he never expected, and Brenton wonders who is really in the driver’s seat.

No fraternising…

Billionaire Brenton Marston has rules meant to keep the boundaries clear. He respects his employees and never wants anyone to feel as if they owe him anything.

Robert Silles, the reformed hoodlum, has desired his boss for years. Robert has fantasised about introducing Mr Marston to the pleasures of man-on-man sex, fucking him and sucking him until he forgets his numerous stresses.

When his trusted chauffeur suggests a hook-up, Brenton is stunned, but he knows he shouldn’t be. No one knows him better than the man who’s seen him at his best as well as his worst.

It shouldn’t surprise him that Silles knows him and his innermost secrets. In fact, Silles recognised the truth before Brenton ever did.

Silles’ suggestive offer turns Brenton on. Damn if he isn’t attracted to this broad, handsome, sexy man, in a way he never wanted anyone else.

The question is, will Brenton push aside his inhibitions and reservations? Will he allow his chauffeur to give him what he craves? Will he willingly surrender to the orders of his servant?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of M/M, rimming, anal sex, spanking with leather belt and hand and sex outdoors

'Fly to Him' by J.P. Bowie

A young flight attendant gets a billionaire’s attention in a way that could have meant the end of his career, but instead could be the beginning of an unexpected romance.

When Kevin Tate takes over for a friend as flight attendant on billionaire Logan Maguire’s private jet, he is certain it will be his one and only time aboard when he accidentally dumps an ice-cold drink on his employer’s lap. Instead, an instant attraction flares between the two men and Kevin accepts Logan’s offer to stay with him at his villa in Puerta Vallarta.

Their fledging romance is abruptly brought to an end when Logan hurries back to the States on a desperate mission to save his company from a hostile takeover. Kevin is left wondering if success and wealth is more important to the billionaire than the chance of love and real happiness.

'Enough For Him' by Em Woods

When secrets come to light, two men must realise that, despite their fears, the love they have really is enough.

When software mogul Shannon Murphy is requested to appear at an international convention to accept an innovation award, he’s honoured. But when the invitation arrives and requires the attendance of his fictional partner, he needs a plan. There is only one man he wants, one man he trusts, to help him. He turns to personal assistant and best friend Noah Greene.

Noah isn’t sure if this is his most secret desire come true, or his worst nightmare. Once the media connects them in a relationship, no secret will be safe, and Noah is positive that Shannon won’t be comfortable in the reflected spotlight of a recovering gambling addict. Unable to turn away his friend, Noah decides to do this one favour for Shannon before sacrificing everything he’s worked so hard to build and walking away.

'Surrendered To Him' by Sara York

When the storm hits, everything changes. Will shifting priorities lead to a shift in life, or will Storm Bennett abandon his heart's desires?

Storm rules the Bennett Empire with an iron fist, never taking time to allow emotions into his life, leaving him looking like the bad guy in the media over and over again. When a typhoon hits the island where one of his hotels is located, he sees it as a chance to repair his damaged reputation.

On the island, nothing is as it should be. Storm meets Keoni, a native, who challenges everything Storm knows about relationships, family and love. Keoni is blown away by Storm but wants the man so badly he can taste it.

Can he risk his newfound peace, giving a part of himself to Storm, or will he stay detached, allowing love to slip away?

'Designs For Him' by Noelle Keaton

Normally all business when it comes to his career, Jon finds the lines between the professional and the personal getting blurred after falling in love with billionaire CEO Warren

After months of unemployment, Jon Pritchard finds work with Cressen Furniture, the 'American Ikea', in a low-level job. A software program he creates in his free time attracts the interest of Warren Cressen, the interim CEO of Cressen Furniture, who quickly gives Jon a promotion.

The attraction between the two men is undeniable, and it isn’t long before they act on it, though they agree to be discreet until Warren’s position as CEO is made permanent.

Their relationship grows serious, but it is tested when evidence is discovered that seems to point to Jon being a corporate spy and Warren starts to wonder if he hasn't been used all along.

With the highest professional stakes on the line, Jon and Warren have to decide whether the professional success they share in the boardroom is worth sacrificing the passion they share in the bedroom.


What do you think? Leave a comment between now and Sunday 4/21 about what you do if promoted by a billionaire to be entered to win your own copy of this kickin' anthology! Winner will be announced next Monday. :)

Monday, April 8, 2013

Roughing It

Hi everyone. Hank Edwards here, bringing you some fun and heat to help get you through Monday. I'm currently camped out in front of the TV with the laptop, watching "Hope Springs," the movie with Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones and Steve Carrell. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it. It's all about Meryl and Tommy Lee, a couple married for 31 years, who visit an intensive couples therapist to try and recover the intimacy in their marriage.

The movie got me thinking about how lucky I am to have a partner I have fun with, someone I'm in love with, and who makes me feel like the most important person in the world.

And it also made me think about my hard headed, and hard loving, mystery solving couple, FBI agent Aaron Pearce and former station chef / cater cook Mark Beecher. The guys are coming back for a third adventure, something sure to rev your engines and get your heart racing. Sex, suspense, and danger in a tropical locale. Get ready for the third book of the newly named Up to Trouble series, Roughed Up, available from Loose Id on May 7. Read some of the first chapter below, and be sure to mark your calendars!

Roughed Up

Up to Trouble 3

By Hank Edwards

Chapter One

The sand felt good beneath Mark’s head. The cool, fine grains provided a stark contrast to the scratch of Pearce’s stubble that pleasantly scraped Mark’s lips as they kissed. Soft, persistent waves rolled up on the beach several yards away, and somewhere even farther off—back at the hotel bar, most likely—a woman’s loud, drunken laugh floated on the breeze. An hour ago they had watched the sun set from a small table in the hotel bar while eating shrimp and downing drink specials. Finally Pearce had suggested a moonlit walk on the beach, and Mark had happily agreed.

“You taste like mango,” Pearce said between kisses.

“Those margaritas you kept pushing on me,” Mark replied.

“I seem to remember you placing those orders,” Pearce murmured, then pushed his tongue into Mark’s mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. He pressed a wide, warm palm against Mark’s erection, still trapped within his board shorts, and they moaned together.

Pearce ducked his head to put his lips right next to Mark’s ear and whispered, “Want you.” He followed that up by corkscrewing his tongue into the sensitive canal.

“Me too,” Mark said around a gasp. “God, I love when you do that.”

Pearce slipped his hand up the leg of Mark’s shorts to grope his balls and his throbbing, needy cock.
Mark pulled away and smiled in nervous surprise at Pearce before turning to look up and down the beach. “You want to do it here?”

Pearce looked around the beach as well, then grinned like a mischievous college frat boy when he met Mark’s gaze again. “There’s no one around. Besides, we’re on an island vacation; it’s a rule that we have to have sex on the beach at some point.”

“Oh, is that a rule?” Mark chuckled. “I guess I missed hearing that when we checked in.”

“I definitely heard it.” Pearce kissed him. “I think the woman said it two times at least.” Another kiss.
“In different positions.”

Mark felt a little light-headed, mostly from the mango margaritas he’d drunk at the hotel bar, but also from the persuasion of Pearce’s kisses. Goddamn, but Pearce could kiss. He found a shred of resistance left and pulled back to say, “You know Barbados has strict laws against homosexual acts.”

“Yeah?” Pearce grumbled. “So did my prom date’s brother, but he blew me behind the school.”

Mark shook his head. “What does that have to do with anything we’re discussing?”

“God, you’re so wet,” Pearce whispered, smearing the precum around the head of Mark’s cock with his index finger, his lips just brushing Mark’s. “Let’s flip-flop right here. You fuck me, and then I’ll fuck you.” Another kiss, stronger, hungrier. “I want your cock in my ass. I want to feel your cum drip down my thigh while we walk back to the room.”

Mark’s cock jumped in Pearce’s fist at the image he planted in his head.

“You’re killing me,” he said.

“Come on. It’s our first vacation together.”

Mark smiled up at him. “You mean your trip to Detroit at the beginning of the year wasn’t a vacation?”
Pearce pulled his hand from Mark’s shorts, grabbed him by the shoulder, and rolled them both over so Mark now lay on top.

“No,” Pearce said and held Mark’s head between his hands, eyes shifting as he studied Mark’s face. “I think it was fate.”

Fuck. Pearce really knew how to get to him. When the man said romantic things like that, Mark melted. And Pearce knew it, the bastard.

“You are such a liar,” Mark said and kissed him hard.

“Not at all,” Pearce managed before their tongues tangled together.

Pearce lifted his hips and reached down to slide off his shorts. He hadn’t worn underwear since they’d arrived—neither of them had—and the hot, solid length of his cock pressed against Mark’s hip. Mark reached down to take hold of it, squeezed it, and then lifted his hips so Pearce could slip off his shorts as well.

The ocean breeze on his bare ass excited Mark, but he was still nervous and broke their kiss to rise up and peer each way along the beach. No one in sight. Did people on Barbados just sit in bars and drink at night? No one walked the beach?

“And you claimed you’d never had sex in public before.” Pearce stroked Mark’s cock. “You’re hard as rock.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

Pearce grinned up at him before unbuttoning Mark’s camp shirt. “Bet you say that to all the FBI agents you fuck.”

Mark shrugged out of his shirt, then lowered his head to take Pearce’s dick between his lips. His familiar taste—a mix of sweat, soap, and that special spice that was uniquely Aaron Pearce—surged along his tongue. Mark paused, his mouth filled with Pearce’s cock and the ocean breeze trailing over his bare skin. The waves continued their sonorous rolls, and the quiet strains of a reggae band floated from somewhere down the beach.

Like the preview? Click on over to my author page at Loose Id on May 7 and grab a copy for yourself.