So hey! Thanks Leona for hosting
me on your lovely blog again. Welcome everyone to my last stop in this fun
filled Breathless Press Round Robin! The hop continues without me for another
week, but I'm stepping off the merry-go-round. Hope you're enjoying the ride as
much as I am.
I've learned a little bit more
about the fabulous authors at Breathless Press and got to read some super-hot
excerpts of their books. If you've
missed any days, use the hashtag #BProundrobin on Twitter to find some of them
listed. The rest you can find on Breathless Press' Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/415561531812860/
Also, if interested, you can find
my books with Breathless Press listed here: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&zenid=v0920qvi64l3tj2sicg5ea1q77&keyword=dianne+hartsock&x=47&y=13
I write sweet, hot m/m erotic
romances for the simple fact that I find men delicious, and how else can I make
love with several of these gorgeous creatures without getting into
trouble? *glances over shoulder* I tell
my husband that he doesn't need to be jealous of the men in my books. After
all, they're gay and would have no interest in a girl like me.
What I don't tell him is that in
my somewhat naughty imagination, every day rules don't always apply. *wink,
wink*
I've also gotten a little braver
this year and have a story with Breathless Press coming out later this summer
where I've taken the plunge into the volatile erotic world of m/m/m. Yes, I went there! I'll give out more details
when I have a release date and cover art.
In the meantime, I'd like to leave
you with a snippet from my Free Read, DAMON'S TOUCH. If you'd like, pick up a
copy for yourself. Thanks so much for stopping in!
Damon's Touch
Damon's hunger gnaws at him. He
needs to feed soon before desire overrides caution and he enters the village.
For Lacey, the sight of Damon drinking from his brother's throat should repulse him. Instead, he's oddly aroused. Damon is all his fantasies come true. Lovely and dangerous.
As Damon's prisoner, Lacey's love for his beautiful captor grows, but will love be enough to set them both free?
For Lacey, the sight of Damon drinking from his brother's throat should repulse him. Instead, he's oddly aroused. Damon is all his fantasies come true. Lovely and dangerous.
As Damon's prisoner, Lacey's love for his beautiful captor grows, but will love be enough to set them both free?
Excerpt
“God can’t find you here.”
Lacey stumbled back as a figure
detached from the door where he’d leaned unnoticed. Lacey’s blood raced as his
body responded to the unique beauty of the face and form of the man.
Heat flushed his skin as his
sudden erection pushed against the thin material of the sleeping garment he
wore, blatant, aching to be touched.
The lovely vision stopped before
him and eyes dark as coals looked him over. The tip of a pink tongue licked
full lips as the man’s gaze lingered on the unmistakable bulge at his groin and
then slid upwards. Lacey forced his body to stillness as the man’s slim fingers
undid the laces of his tunic and exposed his chest.
“That’s better.”
Lacey swooned as the melodic
tones of the man’s voice wound through his head. “Who are you?” he asked,
desperate for some hold on reality. His mind screamed in warning, but his body
reacted as if they’d been long time lovers. He ached for the stranger’s touch.
He wanted those luscious lips on his body. Oh God.
His gaze lowered to the floor and
he saw the shackles tying him to Caleb’s bed. “Are we prisoners?’
A finger under his chin brought
his head up and he met the hot desire in the man’s dark eyes. “Only until I’m
sure of you, my love,” the man murmured and touched their lips together. “I’m Damon.”
Shock ran through Lacey, swift
hunger. Damon slid his hands inside his tunic and Lacey moaned as his nipples
were fondled, pinched. He hadn’t known the pricks of pleasure that could give him.
Fear slammed into him when Damon’s hands slid over his ass and under the garment,
to come around and caress his balls.
He pulled away and Damon lifted
his hands. “You don’t desire my touch, Lacey?”
Lacey’s thoughts were a sea of
confusion and lust. He should be repelled and outraged by the man. Instead he
stood captivated and wanting. Shame burned him and he had no answer.
With a hiss and sudden movement,
Damon climbed on the bed and straddled Caleb’s prone body. Lacey watched with
jealous eyes as Damon caressed Caleb’s breast and threaded his fingers in the
golden hair spread on the pillows. He kissed each closed lid and touched their
lips together. Passionate kisses trailed across his cheek then Damon buried his
face against Caleb’s neck. Realization broke Lacey from his spell. “No! Oh,
please…”
Helpless tears stung his eyes and
he held out pleading hands as Damon continued to suck at his brother’s throat.
“Please, Damon. I’ll do anything…”
Damon lifted his head and Lacey’s
drew a harsh breath. The man’s eyes gleamed, wide and wanton. Blood stained his
lips. He was the most beautiful creature Lacey had ever seen. Uttering a low
growl, Damon crawled across Caleb’s still form and took Lacey’s mouth in a
brutal kiss. Without pause, he climbed from the bed and pushed Lacey down on
the soft furs and twined their bodies. He kissed and touched and sucked Lacey
everywhere until he became tangled in the passionate dance.
