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

Story Orgy Blog

Breathless Press Blog

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!

Hop Against Homophobia Blog Hop Winners...

Whoop Whoop

It's time to announce our winners!!!!

Patti P.

Raven McAllan

Sassy Speaks

Vitajex

You all should be receiving a super secret highly classified email from The Story Orgy *pushes out chest with a big SO on it...eye rolls and giggles* okay—so what if I've spiked my coffee today...*heads head to hide smirk*

...this email will be asking you how you'd like it...

Seriously...that's what the superdy duper email will be asking...

Do you want a Story Orgy anthology or would you like some mega-cool swag?

So where was your mind headed? *cocks eyebrow ...wipes tear* I'm so proud of you...hehe

If any of you lovelies haven't received an email from us by tomorrow—that means we can't find you!!! Quick...shoot an email to us at:  storyorgy<at>ymail.com and tell us you want your prize! *big smiles* I respond well to forcefulness...*slaps hands over mouth and blushes*

Congrats again and thank you everyone who participated in the Hop Against Homophobia! *hugs and smoochez*

Hop Against Homophobia

Discrimination is wrong. 

My father and mother are fine with it as long as I never talk about it. My friends don't mind at all as long as I never bring it around them. My co-workers pretend I'm not by never engaging me in simple conversation.

As long as they get the watered down version of me they're happy. As long as they don't have to think about who I love they accept me. As long as I don't flaunt my other side everything is peaceful.

For them.

A part of me is dying, fading away to nothing. Hiding who I am and who I love for the benefit of others. Being only half of my true self.

So I love you mom and dad, I need you my friends, I respect you my co-workers.

Let me introduce you to me. I love, need and respect myself also. This is my life, and it is my job to take care of me. I refuse to let half of myself drown while I'm around you anymore. Because even though my one half is terrific...my whole being is phenomenal. Don't worry, I'll show you the way.

It's time to throw a pebble in the pond.

Copyright 2012 by Havan Fellows

Leave a comment with your views, your email for contact,

and you will be entered to win your choice of Story Orgy 


e-book anthologies or swag. (4 winners)


One winner will receive a paperback copy of 


And the Prompt Is: The Holiday Edition.

Then, Hop on Over to the Other Participating Blogs.

http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/

Graham's Gift is at ARe!!!

Graham's Gift now available at ARe...

Our beautifully talented Goddess of The Story Orgy Em Woods's terrifically enticing book Graham's Gift is now available for purchase at All Romance e-books (ARe). So swing on over and pick up a copy if you haven't already...this one is a must read! *big smiles*

Graham's Gift

When a recluse is trapped with the man of his dreams, will his Christmas wishes come true...even in spite of himself?

When Michael Danner sacrifices safety to get a glimpse of the man he's been lusting after for years, he and his tow truck end up stranded in the blizzard of the season.

Reclusive local cabin owner, Graham Wolsken, is pissed as hell to find the man of his dreams half-frozen in the blizzard raging outside. Rescuing him is the easy part. Resisting him? That remains to be seen.

Will Michael be able to show Graham that love is the greatest gift or will Graham be left holding onto nothing?

Excerpt:

Stupid, stupid holidays.

Graham Wolsken slammed the refrigerator door shut, the sound loud in his empty cabin. He almost dropped the can of Coke he was holding under his arm, but managed to get the bologna and provolone cheese to the counter before he sacrificed his last pop.

He slid open the bread bin for his standard has-no-nutrients white bread and pulled out two slices for his sandwich. No doubt Victor and Alex would be all over his ass about it if they saw. Trent too.

Clenching his teeth, Graham flicked the wooden bin door closed. Another loud bang in the emptiness. He sucked in a deep breath. Idiotic thoughts like that caught him off guard. Exhaling slowly, he let the old hurt go along with the air from his lungs. "Trent’s not here anymore, Graham. Get over it already."

And talking to himself never helped, either, though that was a far shade better than hanging out in his head with useless thoughts of a dead lover.

He brushed his hair out of his face, blowing at it when it fell back again. Graham added a mental note to stop at the barber shop in town next time he went for groceries.

He slapped together the sandwich in quick, practised movements, cracked the top of his Coke and carried the duo into the living room where he’d set up a small table by the fireplace. The place was barren even by his standards, but he never seemed to find the right style to fit when he stopped in the furniture store in Newberry.

That was one thing about the Michigan Upper Peninsula. ‘Retail America’ automatically assumed any furniture had to be...what had that sales clerk called it? Rustic. Yeah. Hell, he’d get a splinter in his foot the first time he propped his feet up on one of those tables to relax.

So he made do with his lone suede couch and the mission-style coffee table he’d made from an oak tree that lightning had struck down in his back forty last summer. He liked his stuff smooth, soft, comfortable...just the way he liked his men.

Graham sat his drink down a little too hard, splashing Coke on the small pine folding table he’d arranged for his meal. He cursed under his breath and headed back into the kitchen for a napkin. What the hell was it about Christmas that made him wish for what he didn’t deserve?

Cripes.

Even if there had been no Trent, he held no delusions about his ability to get a man. He’d been lucky that Trent had wanted him. Graham hated that his hair was always unruly, not to mention stick straight and shit brown. His eyes didn’t even have the decency to be something amazing like blue or green, though his parents both had blue eyes. Nope. Again...shit brown. And he was built wrong, too. His mom called him lithe, but that was just a fancy word for too damn skinny.

Nothing any of the pretties wanted to look at, that’s for sure.

Lee Brazil's Truth or Dare Volume One contest...

Hey...have you heard the news? My muse...the wonderful Lee Brazil is having a freaking kick assets contest! And the prize...oh you are gonna love this! The prize is a signed copy of Truth or Dare Volume 1!

That's right...the paperback book that contains the first three stories of Lee's best selling Truth or Dare series:

Keeping House

(hmmm...Mischa)

Telling the Truth

(twins nom nom nom)

Giving Up

(the big brother meets his match! hehe)

Is available to win...with Lee autographing it just for you!

*pouts a bit* no...no I am NOT jealous...honest...kinda...sorta...*giggles*

So this is what you have to do...

If you follow this link you will get teleported to the full rules of this awesomest contest ever...and no I'm not biased...hehe

If you follow this link you will get whooshed to the first round of questions...

And this last little magical hyperlink (love that word hyper I tell ya! lol) takes you to the second round of questions...

So start your email now with the answers—don't leave them in the comments...they don't count! Just address it to the all fab Lee and put in the subject "Truth or Dare Paperback Give Away" and just tuck that bad boy into your draft file...so when the third and final set of questions come up BAM! you are ready and willing baby!

Go on...all the info is at the end of the links...click on them and get your Blake on! *winks*

Fly with Em Woods's New Release...

It's here!!!!! Today is the day!!!!! Our Goddess Em Woods is ready to thrill and chill us with her new book Flying High. If that title sounds familiar that's because it was indeed one of her blog stories! Exciting isn't it to see the finished product...*giggles*

 Flying High

by

Em Woods

Sometimes a mate bond can be damned inconvenient...as well as crucial to survival when a murderer sets his sights on one of the pair.

As if life isn't tough enough for a half Fae, half butterfly shifter, Tate is thrown for a loop when his mate turns out to be a reclusive Lynx shifter. Cain is focused on tracking his brother’s killer, and stumbling across his mate at the same time he finds the murderer wasn’t in his plans. Especially when the discovery means the killer gets away.

Sparks fly between the Lynx and the halfling even though neither wants to cave to a fated-mate bond. But when a serial murderer comes after Cain, Tate must call up powers he rarely uses to save them both.

Available from Total-E-Bound