Without Saying A Word - Interview with @Augustmum

Virgin stories are always popular, but you don't get a lot of male virgins, do you? Well, I have one on my blog today.

Welcome to Amanda Ward, who's here to answer my nosy questions and to tell us more about Without Saying A Word, which, yes, you guessed it, is a story about a male virgin.

Great to have you here, Manda!

Thank you Doris for having me here.  I'm Amanda Ward and I have a novel out with Books To Go Now titled Without Saying A Word.  

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. Sure, lets see. I live in Bedfordshire in England. I'm a full time mum, wife, reader, author, book addict and cat lover.  Also a major procrastinator.  I adore Doris Day films, have recently discovered that I cannot guess the murderer in any Castle episode, and am a huge fan of Gilmore Girls, The Waltons, Little House on the Prairie and of course Dr Who.  Big all round geek really.  I also love to cook as Doris has been on the receiving end of some rather expansive lunches.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. I have always wanted to read a romance with the hero as a virgin.  As I've been getting older (41), I find myself straying away from books with 20 something year olds.  I couldn't find any, so I decided to write one myself.  Here we are two years later and Without Saying A Word is the type of novel I personally would like to read.  Just hope other readers like it too.

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. The cover is seriously beautiful.  I asked for the Cumbrian Moors with clouds swirling around, a few sheep and a couple on a mound of earth.  This is exactly what the company sent me.  I love the expression on his face.  As if she is the only woman in the world.  Laura's face is directed to the sun, soaking in the warmth. 

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. There isn't one.  I am in a routine with the children. So until August I have 2 1/2 hours to myself Monday - Friday.  I think for me, when the mood strikes, and the kids and hubby are quiet, then I can write like the clappers.  Weekends are spent with my writing T-shirt on, upstairs in the bedroom.  Earplugs in and hubby downstairs with kids. That would be ideal, however....that is a rare occurrence.…. Strangely enough as is peace and quiet in the house.

Q. What inspires you?

A. Now that's a good question.  Random things I guess.  Memories from the past, films I've seen.  Even a quip from my husband or children can send a story running at a hundred miles an hour.  Too fast for me to get to a notebook and write it down.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. I am restarting an Open University course in October with a view to a History Degree.  I have always loved walking around stately homes and castles, so I would love to be an archivist, historian or maybe a tour guide once the children are in their late teens which gives me at least another decade to learn.  However raising children and trying to be a wife and mature adult is more than enough vocation for me.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. Yes they do.  I do write out ideas and the characters names.  Then from there I tend to let the characters speak for themselves.

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Peace and quiet.  No interruptions and copious amounts of tea and shortbread biccies!

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. Don't give up and for heaven's sake do not let yourself procrastinate.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. Alive with a few more grandchildren and able to immerse myself in history and romance without the cry of "Muuuuum" every so often.

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. There are a few. However my favourite is from Anne of Green Gables the Sequel.  Anne is on the bridge with Gilbert Blythe at the end of the film and she says to him.

"I went looking for my ideals outside of myself.  Discovered it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.  The dreams dearest to my heart are right here"….

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. All the time....and I get so frustrated and angry with myself.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. Secret Cravings Publishing are releasing The MisAdventures of Pann Haggerty in late August this year.  I am currently working on a series for Books To Go Now and the second in the Pann Haggerty novels.  Currently in progress I have written three chapters of a 20k novella called Seducing Seth.

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

“Ah, you found my family secret.” Rhean nudged Laura’s arm in a playful manner.

Laura was confused, yet intrigued at the same time.

“What family secret?”

“That Leightons marry for love and not fortune,” he confided in a stage whisper and chuckled. “Can't you tell by the way they are looking at each other?” Rhean put his arm around her under her breasts and held her tight. “You have heard the story about how my parents met?”

Laura shook her head.

“My grandparents own a small bed and breakfast in Ireland. Dad was over there on business and, as he always said to us, it was love at first sight. It just so happened to be when Mum served his breakfast. He used all his Cumbrian charm to persuade her to join him and since that day, they’ve always breakfasted together. Of course, the Irish influenced our names too.” He smiled and pulled Laura closer into his embrace, and as he gazed deep into her hazel eyes, his face became all seriousness.

“Laura, there is something I need to say, and for me to tell you this, well, it's very difficult. But I need to be straight with you.”

Laura shook her body, and stepped away from him with a frown on her face.

“You are going to tell me you are gay,” she blurted out wildly, pre-empting his speech.

“I had a feeling this was coming. How could you do this to me now? Well, this is going to make life incredibly awkward for us.” She wrung her hands in despair and humiliation.

Rhean pulled her back into his arms, holding her tight despite her struggles

“What on earth are you talking about? I'm not gay—far, far from it. Would I kiss you like this if I was interested in men?” His mouth crushed hers, claiming her as his own, branding her.

So what is it you have to tell me then?” she asked, still reeling from the dominance of his kiss.

“That I have never made love to anyone.” His voice was calm, his gaze steady as his cheeks flushed crimson.

“Let me get this straight. You mean you have never had sex? That you are a...?” Laura's voice trailed off and she was at a loss for words. It was rather a bizarre statement to have made—especially in the gallery with its echoing atmosphere. Anyone could have heard, and especially the staff.

That he trusted her enough to tell her a very intimate secret was flattering, but Laura now regarded Rhean in a whole new light.

“Not at all, and yes, I am a virgin; a 34-year-old virgin.”

Sounds great, Manda. Thanks for stopping by and sharing today.

I hope the readers like this excerpt.  If they want to read more, Without Saying A Word is available currently at Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Without-Saying-a-Word-ebook/dp/B00CPT0KN6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1368729155&sr=8-1&keywords=without+saying+a+word

and Amazon.com

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Flash Fiction Friday - Sorrow #FFF

Another Friday, another picture in just 100 words.

Enjoy!

Sorrow

        With his eyes closed and his hands grasping his neck and groin he could almost imagine Mistress back with him—almost. As each anniversary passed it was getting harder and harder to recapture the feelings of bliss. He sank to his knees with a sigh and let the tears fall freely. Tears she had not wanted to see when she'd insisted on removing his collar, while she still could.

        "I want you to be free, pet. Free to find a new Mistress. In fact, you will do so. Is that understood?"

        "Yes, Mistress."                                                        

        It was the only lie he'd ever told.

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

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Till next week, folks.

D x

Spotlight on Talbot's Seduction with @PamBitner

I have a treat for you M/M book lovers in my spotlight today. Kastil's scorching hot Talbot's Seduction.

Take it away, Kastil :-)


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Writing is a passion I don't think I'll ever get out of my system. That I can dip into the pool of hot, steamy love is just a perk. My stories go either way. When I wrote Talbot's Ploy, I thought that I had great potential to write how he got to where he was in his life. Too bad I didn't think of it beforehand. But it's my style.

So I created Talbot's Seduction. The character truly wouldn't get out of my head, and I love historical settings. It's the research. Yes, I'm a sick puppy. Talbot truly did bounce from one lover to the next and all his tutelage came from older men. As they say, resistance is futile and in the end, Talbot embraced who he was and the love he felt for other men. I wouldn't have him any other way.

Blurb: Talbot Sauvageot is a young Lord living in Paris, France, in search of anything but the duties of his station. He spends his time drinking and whoring, his memory of the last evening always a blur. When he is tricked by his betrothed’s father, Talbot realizes his heart beats not for the velvety folds of a woman but the hardened shaft of a man. Now he must find a balance in a world that condemns a man to death should he dabble in sodomy. His desires are unleashed tenfold when his Friend Tyeis shares his same interests in a bedmate.
Warning: m/m sex, multiple partners, forced seduction, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition, rimming


His gaze wandered to the window, and he strode over. The scenery hadn't changed much. Frolicking in the pool below had turned into a festive event. Many more students—including Tyeis—dove into the crystal water. Clothes lay scattered on the marble tile surrounding the area. Talbot's cock stirred at the sight, and he stepped back.

Back in Paris, when his father treated him to a maison, Talbot had been unwilling to shed his clothes in front of Delphine. She had instructed him on pleasing a woman after their flight from her brothel, but he'd felt clumsy and awkward. She praised his skill, vowing to have her girls spread the word of his prowess. His trust in Delphine came with no reservations. Their need for secrecy was mutual.

His need grew in his breeches, and Talbot turned his parents’ picture face down. What he was about to partake in was the very reason his father took him to the maison over and over again. The heat rose in his cheeks as he peered out the window again, his eyes fixed on the majestic beauty of the chiseled specimens below.

Talbot's head hung low for the wicked images circling in his head but he couldn't deny his want. His manhood sprang out of his breeches as the laces unfurled. "Forgive me, Father," he murmured. His fingers grasped his throbbing member, sliding along the shaft. The more he honed in on the nakedness below, the thickness grew within his gliding palm. His forehead pressed against the glass as his breathing grew heavy. Heady illusions of his fellow brethren wrapping their lips around his girth excited him more. Talbot's scrotum contracted and the pressure built.

The click and turn of his door had Talbot scrambling to cover his erect cock. At full mast, its size could not be contained in his pants. He reached for the coverlet on the bed to mask his state. Perspiration ran down his cheeks, and his embarrassment grew.

Professuer LaVigne stood in the doorway. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and walked over to Talbot. He yanked away the blanket, and Talbot desperately tried to hide his engorged cock behind his hands.

"Remove your hands, Talbot."

"Monsieur, s'il vous plait." Talbot could not met his eyes nor tame his cock.

"Now or should I write your father on your behavior?"

As if touching an open flame, Talbot snatched away his hands. "I will not happen again, Professuer. I swear."

"I doubt that." LaVigne snorted. His finger thrust under Talbot's chin, forcing him to gaze into the eyes of his teacher. "Pray tell, Talbot, what was your inspiration for such acts?"

Talbot's eyes betrayed him, casting a glance over at the window. His chest seized, the fear of his lust being discovered chilling his skin.

LaVigne half-smiled and adjusted the front of Talbot's waistcoat before dancing his fingers lower. Talbot's eyes widened as his teacher stroked the underside of his hardened manhood.

"Your tastes are sinful, Talbot, and should you be caught, your parent's shame will be the last of your worries." LaVigne continued his deviation. "May I suggest you wait until night consumes the land for such indulgences and, if it pleases you, my door is open to relieve you of your guilt." He swiped the liquid from the purple tip and suckled it from his finger.

Talbot trembled, the shock of his teacher's bold actions unnerving him. LaVigne could never know his act quickened Talbot's breath.

"It is wrong," Talbot said, yet his cock did not agree with his words. He'd dabbled with an older man once before, and it ended in death for the Comte. He could not entertain that thought again.

"Only if one gets caught. Be careful, Talbot, and I will show you how to keep you and whatever lover you choose safe. Even in Paris." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card. It fluttered onto Talbot's bed. LaVigne left, a smirk on his face.

Talbot shifted his shaft into his pants and laced them in haste. His hand wiped away the sweat still pouring from his brow. Far away from his home, Talbot shivered from his arousing encounter with LaVigne. His cock begged for release yet, and the temptation to seek out his teacher after dark called to him.

Talbot shook his head. He could not give in to his carnal lust. It was not the right of the world. His secret needed to be buried below, never to be acted upon again. He had left Paris behind but the sin he washed himself in followed close.

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An Interview with a male sub shifter and his Domme with @CherieNicholls #newrelease

Some folks are hard to track down, I tell you. Well, I guess it's only to expected with Cherie Nicholls's characters. They are shifters after all and I shall keep my grumbling to a minimum.

Ticking off a shifter Domme would not be the wisest move I don't think....even if it is Under A Moonlit Night

Tracing His Heart by Cherie Nicholls

Carter Jones, known as Jones to his friends, lost part of his soul a long time ago. He had to make a choice between his pack and his heart, a choice that has haunted him and his wolf for years. Rhea Gracefield, Domme, business woman, and lone wolf, was forced out of her pack when the wolf she loved told their secret. What happens when Jones finds his way in to the Domme’s Domain?


buy link:  http://www.lsbooks.com/under-a-moonlit-night-p789.php

Interview:

An Interview with a male sub shifter and his Domme.

Rhea is sitting in a chair and Jones is kneeling on a pillow at her feet. The male wolf shifter is sitting back on his heels and still seems like a giant of a man.

Q. How hard is it being a submissive male shifter?

Jones: It’s not hard for me at all. For other people, not all but some I won’t mention, they find it hard to accept that what I and Rhea have is right. But I don’t really care what they think, I have a hot confident woman in my bed, how many of them can say that?

Q. Who trained you?

Jones: Rhea did, well we started out together but then. Jones looks at Rhea with such sadness is hard to see. Well then things happened and we weren’t together for a long time. I can’t claim to have been celibate.

Rhea strokes a hand down his head calming him.

Q. Why do you feel the need to submit to Rhea?

Jones grins 

Have you seen her? Who wouldn’t want to submit to her?

Rhea: Don’t believe him; he likes to push my buttons.

Q. Rhea, what makes you want to be in charge?

Rhea: To have the trust of someone in my hands, something that’s so fragile that one wrong move could destroy it, is a heady feeling.

Q. How did you feel when he walked into your club after all that time?

Like I wanted to rip his throat out and watch as he gasped for his last breath.

Q. Sub 'torture' of choice?

Hmm, I do love to torture him. But if I had to pick I’d say having him tied up and refusing to let him come until I say. Now that is really fun.

Jones looks less than impressed

Q. Favourite toy?

Rhae: Actually it’s my hands. I’m very tactile with my sub. Also It’s not like I can ever forget to pack them, is it.

Q. What do you like most about the other person?

Jones: Everything

Rhea: What he said.

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Okay, maybe I forgive them for being late.

*grins*

Now, I bet you can't wait for an excerpt, right?

“What I want,” she said finally, “is you on that bed, on your back with your wrists by the headboard in ten seconds or so help you.” She took a step to the side and started to count. “One, two, three.” Jones moved, making it to the bed and positioning himself, as she’d commanded.

“Nine, ten. Good boy.” She smiled at him as she came to stand by the bed. Heat blossomed inside him at her words. He always loved pleasing her.

She moved to secure his wrists to the headboard with cuffs he hadn’t seen. Just as quickly, she immobilized his ankles.

“You do make a pretty picture.” She told him as she glided a finger down his body, pulling a shiver from him.

“Hmmm, I do enjoy when you do that. I wonder what else I can do to make you shiver.” Without warning she leaned forward and took his hard erection into her mouth until he tapped the back of her throat.

“Sweet mother!” Jones roared as the sensations zinged around his body. With a long slow lick she pulled away from him.

“Tut tut, naughty boy, I don’t remember saying you could speak?”

“Please Mistress.” He panted the words. She’d barely touched him and already he was ready to come, and come hard.

 

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Sounds like a must read to me!

#TantalizingTuesdays - Control

Happy Tuesday, folks.

As per usual Tuesday crept up on me, and I found myself staring at an empty doc with no idea what to tease you with. And then I found this pic and voila - Enjoy!

Source:

(http://pinterest.com/pin/340162578075273258/)

        It wasn't often he gave up control, and she reveled in seeing this big bear of a man bound on the bed. His gaze locked with hers and he yanked on the silken ties.

        "I had a good teacher. They will not come loose unless you safe word out on me."

        His devilish grin and lift of one eyebrow told her he didn't believe her, and in truth one swift tug from him would set him free. His superior strength was one of the many things that had attracted her to him in the first place. Strength that he never used to his advantage, unless she wanted him to.

        But today was his turn to be at her mercy. He blinked when she picked up the blindfold, and his eyes darkened when she ran the swath of material through her bare legs. His lustful groan mingled with her sighs, as she teased her clit repeatedly. His hands balled into fists when she lifted the arousal stained cloth and tied it round his eyes. He inhaled deeply and she teased him with the merest whisper of a kiss. His beast's growl warned her she was running out of time.

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

Let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

Till next week, folks.

D x  

Interview with @leebrazil A Gentleman never does, you know...

I have the wonderfully prolific and talented Lee Brazil on my blog today, answering my nosy questions,  so settle back and enjoy getting to know one of my favourite M/M authors!

So glad to you have you here, Lee!

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. I'm a retired teacher of grammar and composition. I returned to my love of writing after retiring, and currently can be found most days pecking away at the computer keyboard.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. A Gentleman Never Does is the result of a conversation with a writing colleague about pulp fiction. Pulp fiction followed a formula, and was generally about 8K words long. It came in all genres, including romance, and I took it as a challenge to write a "pulp fiction" Regency era m/m romance. It took about three days to do the first draft, that's how excited I was by the idea.

Three days? Wow, you were inspired, huh?

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. This cover is designed by Victoria Miller at Breathless Press. She had a hard time finding character models who looked close enough to the period without looking like little kids. I think she succeeded in creating a very sensual image.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. I wake up before sunrise, thank you daylight savings time, and start drinking the coffee while the sun puts on its show. Then I do the email checking thing, and the tweeting and the Facebooking thing, then settle down to write. I usually re-read what I've already written before adding new words, sometimes tweak a little. I try to add between 1 – 2 K a day.

Q. What inspires you?

A. Sunrises, music, blue jeans, blue skies, fresh cut grass, the idea that everyone deserves to love and be loved

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. I'd be a chef. I love cooking J

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. EVERY DAMN DAY

LOL! I hear you! Pesky things these characters ;-)

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Coffee & music

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. Never Give up.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. On a sandy beach drinking tequila ogling buff young men with my honey by my side?

Love it! Can I join you? lol

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. Percy Shelley's "Soul meets soul on Lover's Lips" It's the best way to describe  a kiss I've ever seen.

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. Yes. I'm answering these questions right now because I'm a little stuck about where I'm going next in my new wip.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. Coming Up next month I have Temptation, and m/m/m ménage from Breathless Press.

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

"Why hesitate? It's the card room at a debutante's ball, not a den of iniquity or a Peninsular battlefield." The lazy drawl came just before Gideon Westwood became aware of the heady scent of bay rum, the warm press of a body against his in the doorway.

In front of Gideon lay a room full of men in evening garb, chatting idly and playing cards with practiced boredom, mingling with the occasional jewel-clad matron flirtatiously fluttering a fan. Candlelight flickered on bored faces and servants with trays of drinks moved silently among the crowded tables. There were a few open tables, and at some a great deal of money was changing hands. He wouldn't join those. A gentleman never played deep in mixed company. Serious gambling was for the clubs; this was just a way to pass the evening while doing his duty to his family.

His carefully tied neck cloth became a little too tight, sweat dampened his palms. Behind him lurked a ballroom full of white clad young misses, each determined to capture a prize on the marriage mart. Not that he was much of a prize; he was only respectably set up, a few thousand a quarter, and though he had a scattering of titled relatives, he was unlikely, barring a plague on the house of Westwood, to ever inherit any of them. If all a young lady's family required in a husband was passable good looks, a modest country home, and a merely comfortable existence, he'd be hounded to the altar sooner or later. No sense making it easy for them by haunting dance floors and such. He'd left his lady mother chatting with the other dowagers and his younger sister making up a set with a pimple-faced baronet, and fled for safer ground. His hesitation in the card room doorway had been intended to insure that he'd avoid an encounter with the gentleman who had just spoken.

Playing cards wasn't his only option; he could blow a cloud in the gardens. It was tempting to do just that, but he wouldn't put it past the gentleman behind him to follow him to the gardens either. Better to stick to cards. Being alone with Gareth was never a good idea. Gideon didn't take his gaze from the card players though his every nerve was on alert. Much as he hated to admit it, he recognized the person behind him as much by his body's reaction as by familiarity.

Gareth Belmain, languid dandy of the ton, stood behind him, entirely too close, even in the crush of people at Lady Biggles' eldest daughter's ball. Gideon stood his ground though. He was tired of giving way to the persistent pressure Gareth put on him. They were complete opposites, and Gareth seemed to take a great deal of interest in pointing out their differences. Gideon usually just gave way, turning the other cheek. He'd known Gareth since they were infants; their mothers were bosom bows, and their family lands adjoined. If either of them had had the misfortune to be born female, they'd have been engaged at birth. Instead, they were friends, then schoolmates, then something more, and now...uneasy acquaintances perhaps best described the current status of affairs between them.

Sounds great, Lee. Thanks so much for stopping by today! You can buy this fab story at these places:

Breathless Press  ARe  Amazon   Bookstrand

Thanks for having me over Doris!

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#SexySnippets from The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin (week 5) #punishment

Happy Sunday all. It's been an amazing week for me. At the point of scheduling my snippets on Saturday evening, The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin is sitting at #11 on the M/F chart at Bookstrand and it's the #1 Bestseller on my publisher's website.

Yeah, you may have heard me squee a little this week. In fact I have declared it to be Lakota season, because I am popping up all over the place with my yummy hero, as my blog tour continues. Thank you everyone who has bought my story so far, and I hope you'll enjoy it.

For my seven today I am taking you to the honeymoon. Alice has earned herself a punishment...

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"Ye … es." A surge of affection swamped him at her whispered reply, and he sat back and watched her hands grip the sides of the sun lounger in a white knuckled grip.

He ran his hand from her collarbone through the cleft of her amazing tits down over her tummy and then tapped her mound. She bit her lip, and her body tensed. He did it again each time with more force than the last until her rib cage rose and fell in tune to her gasps of breath, and he could see the evidence of her arousal darken the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

"That's for wearing them, when you know I want to be able to see your sweet cunt." He ran his finger under the elastic with infinite slowness and then yanked the material up sharply until it dug into her slit and compressed her clit.

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Available from  Evernight  Bookstrand  ARe  Amazon  Amazon UK


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