Lee Brazil's The Accident...a new release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Lee Brazil

The Accident

Pulling over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison Cahil to do.

Blurb:

Pulling over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison Cahil to do.

But if emergency services didn't arrive quickly, he would miss celebrating his anniversary at a swanky restaurant with his lover, Shane. He'd already disappointed the man he loved; now the whole night would be ruined. Not that Shane would make a scene. He'd smile sweetly and declare that it was fine. Madison hated that word. Fine never meant fine when Shane said it. Fine meant fuck off, asshole.

You can find The Accident at Breathless Press, All Romance e-books, Amazon

Excerpt:

His string of bad luck since leaving the hospital just wasn't quitting. He couldn't believe he'd be the one to have to tell Shane his brother and niece had been involved in an accident, on their anniversary no less.

"I'm a doctor at New Hope. The officer up there sent me down to take a look, see if I could help." A tiny liberty with the truth. But... He stretched up on his toes to peer through the lightly tinted rear window. No child in the car, thank God.

The driver's window was shattered. Using his jacketed elbow he brushed aside broken glass and leaned into the vehicle. This time the cop didn't bother trying to block him, though he still grumbled a bit. Fuck again. The victim was medium height and build, longish blond hair...Caucasian. Just like Hugh. The interior of the car reeked of blood and hot engine oil.

"Emergency services are on the way. Not sure what you can do to help."

Carefully, Madison slid his hand to the neck of the victim. Pulse seemed fairly strong. The sirens of the approaching ambulance were a relief though. He could get out of here and on his way if they showed up, even if he and Shane ended up spending the evening at the emergency room with Hugh instead of at a romantic dinner.

The driver moaned and stirred.

"He's coming around!" Madison called to the policeman. "Hey, sir, can you hear me?" He spoke softly to the injured man, leaning closer to see if he could decipher any response.

The man shifted in his seat and leaned back, turning his head to meet Madison's gaze. Madison's heart stilled and panic rushed in.

The driver wasn't Hugh. It was Shane. No doubt about it. A huge gash on his forehead bled freely; pain fogged his blue eyes. "Oh, baby. Shane? Honey, what happened? Shane..." His training deserted him, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes before trickling down his cheeks in warm trails. What to do? He wanted to hold Shane, to talk to him, to chastise him for not wearing the god damn seat belt.

"Madison." Shane breathed out in a confused drawl.

"I'm here, baby."

"Sonny." Good, that was a good sign. Shane recognized him. Madison reached out with a trembling hand to push Shane's golden blond hair, darkened with blood, off his forehead, revealing more of the wound.

Your Roving Story Orgy Reporter is here...shhhh

Hey you...psssst...yeah you, I got the goods...you want them? hehe

Here's my problem, I've been on a Story Orgy withdrawal this week...I know *heads desk* this is only our first week not doing a Monday post and already I've got the shakes...I'm truly pathetic...but I'm okay with that, I make it look good! *swings hips* So—I figured if I needed a fix then you guys might need one too...which made me sit and think (I know—that is never good...hehe) and I decided to do what I do best...snoop...*big smiles*

Oh yeah...what I'm saying is I've got the scoop for you! Just do me a favor and don't tell the others I've put spyware up in the SO room...they might still be a little cranky about the whole debacle of me trying to bake a soufflé in the oven ordeal...I swear I thought that said tablespoons instead of teaspoons...and I was gonna clean the mess up—um...eventually *hangs head to hide smile* who knew you could actually make something explode like that?

So...to get on with it...we'll start with our sexy Texan, JR Boyd—oh let me tell you I love talking to that man...he makes me smile and blush and *sighs*...yes he is one of the good ones! Okay...rumor has it he's been working overtime and has some surprises for our next Christmas antho...I know! I couldn't stop bouncing myself!

Now for his muse...none other than our Goddess, Em Woods—well that sassy little bowl of cherries has a deadline coming up quick...but I've got it on the highest authority that she is tapping those keys like a Dom playing his sub and we are gonna have some major good reads from her soon! I can't wait to mark my calendar!

Our lovely French beauty...and my yin *smiles and hugs*...Jade Baiser—well she is doing just terrific on the other side of the ocean (way too far away from me *pouts*)...and I can personally state that she is working that cute derriere of hers off with a new book she's writing also...that woman is amazing I tell you!

I'm sorry...what's that? You want to hear about that man that can make us laugh and gasp all in the same paragraph? You want to know what Hank Edwards is working on? Well...you do realize I'm one of his Hankies right? He is knee deep in vampires and zombie and creepies oh my! *giggles* Yes! He is working on his next best seller in the Venom Valley series...now if we could just find a way to make him type faster right?

Okay...I've saved my muse for last...Lee Brazil—*big smiles* he's got two new books out this month! His first release—Chances Are—sorta ties in with my release coming out on the fifteenth of this month—Wicked Solutions. They both are ongoing Pulp Friction series that take place in the same city...let your mind wander...Lee and me doing two series in the same city—oh yeah the possibilities are endless...hehe.

Well...I'm off for now...but I will be taking notes and names for the next time I am here...just think of me as your roving SO reporter...and remember—this is between us! Don't be ratting me out to them...they've found ways to punish me that aren't so much fun...well...okay yeah they are still fun but that's not the point! *slaps hands over mouth to stifle giggles*

Just...if anyone asks my name is Melody...go with it...*winks*

Lee Brazil's Chances Are...A New Release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Lee Brazil

Chances Are

A Pulp Friction story

His Grandma always said he'd come to no good. Chances Are, she's right.

Blurb:

Meet Chance:

"I'm Chance, this is my place. You want me; this is where you can find me."

The problem with that, of course, was that it wasn't my name. My name was actually Aaron Dumont.

I picked up the name Chance as a kid when my grandma kept telling me "Chances are you'll come to no good, just like your pa." She had said it so often, it just kind of stuck. I've been Chance ever since. When she passed away and left me the remains of her estate, I sold everything but a few special items then invested it all in a nest egg for a rainy day.

I figured that's what she'd intended it for anyway. She'd said as soon as I joined the police force back in the eighties. "Chances are you'll come to no good there. It's a dangerous job and you're an accident waiting to happen."

She was right too.

You can find Chances Are at All Romance e-books, Amazon

Excerpt:

"I have to go. Gerry leaves now. Sorry to leave you hanging." I had to get behind the bar. We do a steady business with the cops and the neighborhood people, and even though it was ten o'clock, I had four more hours until closing.

"Call me." His voice was husky and I fancied I heard just the slightest clink of that metal stud clicking against his teeth.

He wasn't the first visitor to my office, not the first face I'd stared at, trying to forget the one that was burned into my retinas, but he was different. I might have to get his name. Shit. I don't think I even gave him my name.

"I'm Chance, this is my place. You want me; this is where you can find me." I won't call. Been there, done that. Got the emotionally stunted psyche to prove it. I shoved him out the door ahead of me and let it close on our little interlude with a sensation akin to gratitude.

The problem with that, of course, was that it wasn't my name. My name was actually Aaron Dumont.

I picked up the name Chance as a kid when my grandma kept telling me "Chances are you'll come to no good, just like your pa." She had said it so often, it just kind of stuck. I've been Chance ever since. When she passed away and left me the remains of her estate, I sold everything but a few special items then invested it all in a nest egg for a rainy day.

I figured that's what she'd intended it for anyway. She'd said as soon as I joined the police force back in the eighties. "Chances are you'll come to no good there. It's a dangerous job and you're an accident waiting to happen."

She was right too. That nest egg came in handy after the not-so-accidental shooting that ended my career. After my injuries healed and the physical therapy was done, I loafed around doing nothing for a bit, sinking into depression and dying slowly inside of sheer boredom. Then I found the bar, and Chances Are was born. I don't know if the name was a tribute to the woman who loved and understood me or a fuck you to the one who ruled my childhood with an iron fist. Since they're the same ruthless, gently bred Southern lady, I don't spend a lot of time dwelling on the motivation behind the name.

Every night found me here, polishing glasses, pouring drinks, and soaking up the world. I got to talk shop with local law enforcement without being responsible for the paperwork. The neighborhood itself was eclectic and I got plenty of customers in on any given night who were prone to chat and flirt and sometimes, like the rookie, even a little more.

He was still there, watching me when he thought I wasn't looking, taking the ribbing his buddies were dishing out with a flush and a faint smile. I was impressed. Rory Gaines had backbone. I liked that. It kind of made me want to test his limits, crush his spirit, just to see if he'd let me, but I knew that was the bitterness of lost love, and I'd never actually do it. I don't think.

As I polished the shot glasses, I was giving serious thought to actually going back to my office and digging that business card he'd given me out of the trash can. When the front door burst open and smashed into the wall with a sound so akin to gunfire that several of the off duty cops in the room dropped to one knee and reached for weapons they weren't supposed to be carrying in my establishment, I forgot about everything else.

A Letter From The Story Orgy...

Hello faithful orgiasts who bounce between our blogs every week… we love you. We really, most whole-heartedly do. You are the reason we six became a group in the first place! We wanted to post free gay fiction that was sometimes spooky, often smexy, and always romantic, and we have done some pretty amazing things in the last two years. The Story Orgy has self-published three anthologies—And the Prompt Is… Volume One, And the Prompt Is… Holiday Edition, And the Prompt Is… Road Trip—and one anthology through Breathless Press, Word Play. We've donated hundreds of dollars to charities from the sales of these collections, and all because of you! On our blogs, we've posted thousands and thousands of words, introduced you to dozens of characters and any number of dramatic scenarios, not to mention lots and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes. Oh yeah, can't forget the steamy sex scenes!

And so, with the start of a brand new year, your Story Orgy writers have to admit something. We're tired. Really tired! We've been writing so hard and so fast to keep our weekly posts interesting and sexy and surprising, that often times we don't have time to write other stories for our publishers. Some of us have Evil Day Jobs (EDJs) that eat up a lot of our time as well, and then we need to make time to spend with families and friends, as well as a bit of sleep now and then. So, yeah, we admit it: we're a little used up.

Which brings us to the classic line: It's not you, it's us. You see, a little while ago, the Story Orgy met in our secret Story Orgy room and hashed some things out, and we've decided that we're not going to post weekly reads on our blogs for the foreseeable future. We know! It was difficult for us to say it ourselves! However, while there will no longer be guaranteed weekly posts, keep an eye out for posts from time to time as we try out new stories or characters, or ask for prompt suggestions from you for a new anthology, or maybe even let you know about some fantastic give aways. This new arrangement will also give us more time to work on some exciting new Story Orgy anthologies we hope to have available throughout the year.

So, while the weekly Monday posts will no longer be there waiting every week at 6:00 AM, we certainly won't forget about you, our faithful readers. We hope you'll still comment on our Facebook posts and follow each of us not only in our future Story Orgy collaborations, but also our individual publishing events as well.

Thank you, you wonderful readers who have come to feel like family to us, for an amazing two years of fun and hot, sexy stuff. We look forward to expanding on the Story Orgy name in the years ahead and hope you're as excited about the things to come (hee hee) as we are.

Much love,

The Story Orgy

Monday, September 17, 2012

Good morning readers!

Welcome to Story Orgy Monday!

The talented Goddess of the Story Orgy has two new releases this week- Holding On from Total E-Bound can be found HERE & Choices can be found at Breathless Press on Friday, HERE. You can click over HERE to Stumbling Over Chaos for a chance to win these great titles.

Lee Brazil‘s fifth book in his bestselling Truth or Dare series, Risking It All, is now available at Breathless Press. Click HERE to hop on over and download your copy today! His Naughty Nursery Rhyme story, It’s Simple, Simon, is now available at ARe and Amazon.


Havan Fellows‘s Geoff’s Teddy, the third book of her Synchronous Seductions series, is burning up the Romantic Comedy category at ARe. Click HERE to jump over and download a copy of your own if you haven’t already.



Keep an eye out for our next anthology, And the Prompt Is… Road Trip, which will be available soon. As always, the first 90 days of profits will go to a LGBTQ charity, and this time we’ve chosen The Point Foundation, which empowers promising LGBTQ students to achieve their full academic and leadership potential – despite the obstacles often put before them – to make a significant impact on society.

And now, click on the names of the Story Orgy Authors to read the stories you've been waiting for.....



   Lee Brazil : A Gentlemen Never Does

    Havan Fellows : Wicked Solutions

   Em Woods : Needing You

      Hank Edwards : Critter Catchers

 

Breathless Press Birthday Blog Hop...

You know – us Story Orgy members are known for our wild parties! Oh yes, yes we are!!!

One year we went completely crazy and there was *counting on fingers* a stripper pole...some knotted together hand towels...duct tape...one of those big exercise balls (you know the type you sit on)...cake icing in a piping bag...two serving spoons...spray can...extra virgin olive oil...bubble wrap...colored construction paper...*runs out of fingers*...um...okay—well you get the idea right?

So there we are having a mosh pit hoe-down to celebrate a very important person's birthday party and what do you know...the party got crashed! I have no idea how those invitations got sent out...um...and pasted on the walls...and in the chat rooms...and on the yahoo loops...*shrugs innocently*

But the deejay was spinning it and the dance floor was kicking it and the sweaty bodies were undulating it and I was loving it...*sighs*

But...unfortunately the Supreme Court finally ruled on the case and the gag order is in place...*giggles*...so I've probably said as much as I'm allowed...*winks*

Sooooooooooooo...

Now it is Breathless Press's Birthday Blog Hop!!! And boy do we wanna celebrate big...*looks at court papers quickly*...okay—we are still in the guidelines allowed for us *giggles*

Lee Brazil and I wrote two freebie shorts to help celebrate the BP Birthday month...you can find them here:

Nothing to Forgive

Vic comes back from a business trip and is shocked to find a hot young thing hanging on to his lover. Sure, he and Marc had a fight, but Vic figured they'd work things out. And how could Marc's new someone special be so young, when their fight had been about their age difference...?

Lucky Night

Tino is drawn to a force he's never encountered before. Levi is minding his own business running an errand. Tino, meet your force to be reckoned with.

Tino's a vampire uninterested in his existence. It seems to be the same thing over and over, nothing excites him anymore. Until one night during his feeding when he feels a pull that takes him on a journey. A journey to the one thing he didn't think he would ever want, his own human.

Levi just wants to stock up on some snacks and survive his high school reunion, in that order. But when a walking talking sex-on-a-stick appears in the gas station and clears the place out with just a few words, he realizes that tonight just might be lucky for him.

So head on over to our free reads...or if you are in the mood for multiple partners tonight *wink wink* you can always dip your toes into our Breathless Press anthology Word Play...with 5 delicious stories I know you'll love!

Word Play

Off the Beaten Path

JR Boyd

Best Friends and landscaping entrepreneurs, Mitch Sterling and Colby Merritt, enjoy their comradeship. Can scouting country roads for business opportunities unveil a lifetime of passion?

The Park at Sunrise

Lee Brazil

First they were three, now there are two. Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

Wicked Reflection

Hank Edwards

A sexy, bad boy neighbor, a handsome detective investigating an unsolved murder, and a ghostly warning help Kirk uncover the deadly secret within his new house.

Harlan's Ryde

Havan Fellows

Ryder made a mistake Harlan can't forgive. Will Ryder cross a line no man should cross to obtain a second chance?

Harper's Discovery

Em Woods

When Harper finally sees the light and dumps his cheating boyfriend, can Pitt convince Harper to trust him enough to let it all go?

But we want to give you all a prezzie too!!!! If you leave a comment & your email addy on our blog...one of you lucky yummies will receive a Story Orgy anthology of your choice!!! Yeah—I'm not joking here...along with being in the running for grand prize you can also win one of our anthos you lucky dog...hehe (psst...just look to the right for our anthos)

Okay...so I told you about the SO's type of partying...and I did a bit of pumping, um I mean pimping...and I told you what we would love to present you with *winks*...now time for Breathless Press's Birthday Blog Hop!!!!

It's really easy peasy...check out the yummies in store for you!

Welcome readers to the Breathless Press Birthday Scavenger Hunt Blog Hop!

We have nineteen blogs participating, and each author is giving away a prize, books, swag...you name it!

BUT...It's Breathless Press's Birthday!

And have they got a gift for one lucky reader! Visit every blog in the hop, and locate the eighteen clues- blue letters. Create a list of each author whose blog you visit (Don't forget to leave a comment so your visit can be verified!) and the blue letter you found on their post, unscramble the message, and email the whole list to Olivia<dot>ventura@breathlesspress<dot>com .

(Note: You are only eligible to win if you visit & comment on ALL blogs!)

Your email makes you eligible to win a 50 BOOK LIBRARY! Fifty books of your choice from Breathless Press! That's approximately a $150 dollar value!

Participants

DC Juris

Gayl Taylor

Em Woods

Havan Fellows

Hank Edwards

Leona Bushman

LB Shire

JR Boyd

Dianne Hartsock

Lee Brazil

Carrie Pulkinen

Raven McAllan

SJ Thomas

Yazmin Subha

Kiru Taye 

Doris O'Connor

Jamieson Wolf

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Get Shacked Up with Hank Edwards!

Hank Edwards's latest book, Shacked Up, is available at Loose Id's website beginning June 5, 2012! Grab on and hold tight as Mark Beecher and FBI Agent Aaron Pearce take you on another sexy, suspenseful ride, this time through the streets and glamor of Washington, DC. Are you ready to get Shacked Up?

Blurb:
When Mark Beecher moves in with Special Agent Aaron Pearce while he's recovering from his injuries, Pearce gets more than a live-in boyfriend. First, they're tailed by a mysterious driver, then missing data discs brings danger right to their door.

Excerpt:
Mark woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. He sighed and rolled over in bed, pressing his hard-on into the mattress and his face into Pearce’s pillow. The sheets on Pearce’s side of the bed were still a little warm against his bare skin, and he breathed in the man’s scent from the pillowcase. It was the same scent he had first noticed back in January, when Pearce had pushed him into a freight elevator in the FBI’s Detroit office. At that moment, Mark had simultaneously hated and wanted Pearce, and now, just a few months later, here he was, living with the man.

Life was strange.

Mark rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Pearce’s ceiling. Pearce’s bed. Pearce’s apartment. Mark’s belongings still sat in boxes stacked in the spare room. Some weekend soon, when Mark wasn’t working a party, he planned to sort through his things. Maybe grab some CDs for his car. If he was lucky, maybe Pearce would invite him to unpack some stuff, add a few items to the apartment. Hell, Pearce might even suggest Mark add his CDs to the collection in the living room. Not mix them together—nothing that crazy—but maybe get a shelf or two of his own.

He had found it was tricky to know where he could place things in the apartment. Pearce was a territorial animal; Mark had seen that when he had added his toiletries to the bathroom. Pearce had come along after him and rearranged things in the medicine cabinet and on the countertop. The man seemed to have his apartment ordered just as he liked, and Mark couldn’t help feeling like an intruder. If only Pearce would help him figure out where he could put some things, maybe clear off more than one or two shelves for him. But each time Mark asked, Pearce would make noncommittal sounds of agreement and never follow through.

Pearce had been nodding off on the sofa when Mark had gotten home last night just after eleven. The drive home had been uneventful; Mark hadn’t noticed anyone following him, and he was exhausted from working the dinner party with Audra and Brenda. Darlene had had to go home and take care of her daughter.

Mark had touched Pearce’s shoulder to wake him, and the man got to his feet, eyes still glassy with sleep. They hugged, shared a quick kiss, and went to bed together. No mention of the red Escort or the daily frustrations at the job. Just two exhausted people living together and trying to make it work.
Now Mark’s cock pulsed, and before he could reach down to take hold of himself, the bedroom door eased open. Mark raised his head and squinted in that direction, smiling at the blurry vision of Pearce peering in at him around the door.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Pearce said and stepped into the room. “Well, I see not all of you is a sleepyhead.”

Mark chuckled and stretched, arching his back and pushing his hard-on up against the thin sheet. He could feel the damp spot of precum soaking into the material. After the stretch, he turned his head to smile up at Pearce, who had moved around to stand over him on his side of the bed. Pearce wore a pair of thin cotton sleep pants, the front now tented out with his interest. Mark looked up along Pearce’s bare torso and ran his hand through the dark, trimmed hair that covered Pearce’s flat belly. “Hi, there.”

“Need some help with that?” Pearce asked, his gaze locked on the bulge of Mark’s erection beneath the sheet.

“You know, I could use some help with this.” Mark pulled the sheet away. “It’s so big and awkward, it’s too much for me to handle all on my own.”

Pearce knelt beside the bed and, grinning, leaned in to give Mark a soft kiss on the lips. After backing off a few inches, Pearce smiled at him, then moved down to suck Mark’s nipple, making Mark pull in a quick breath through his teeth. Pearce swirled his tongue around the hardened nub, then drifted lower and parted the dark blond hair on Mark’s chest and belly with his tongue. The whiskers along Pearce’s jaw brushed against Mark’s cock, and he groaned at the sensation. A moment later, the hot width of Pearce’s tongue painted the shaft with saliva from the tip to the root and back again. When the sudden, wet heat of Pearce’s mouth closed around his cock, Mark gasped and raised his arms over his head to clutch the rails of the headboard.

“Oh God,” Mark groaned. “Now this is a wake-up call.”


Want more? Download a copy of Shacked Up starting Tuesday, June 5!