Showing posts with label Dianne Hartsock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dianne Hartsock. Show all posts

Friday, July 5, 2013

Dianne Hartsock and Breathless Press Round Robin


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/


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?

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.

 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Dianne Hartsock and Shelton's Christmas

Hi there :) The first victim guest for my Christmas/Holiday madness is Dianne Hartsock. A lovely person in her own right, I think you'll fall in love with her character Shelton. Go here to see where the fun all starts. She's giving one (yes, you can choose-the first to get started or the next one in line)away to a lucky commenter who tells her their favorite holiday music : )

The cover is lovely, as always at Breathless Press, and well worth the lookie-lou here:


But, before you get to read the excerpt, I've asked Dianne to share something special, something of a favorite for the holidays, and this is what she shared with us.


Christmas Eve, My Favorite Part of Christmas

You know that song with the line 'the most wonderful time of the year'? Hands down, Christmas Eve is my very favorite day. At our house, December is the month of Birthdays and Christmas parties galore. Which are fun! Make no mistake. But Christmas Eve is the day to take a deep breath of crisp, pine scented air, enjoy the Christmas lights. Then breath out, relax, and live in the moment.

We always gather at my mother-in-law's house for dinner and presents and fun. The whole family is usually there! She makes clam chowder and these super yummy poppers for dinner. Oh, and homemade fudge and caramel corn for desert. Sigh…

This year will be extra-special for me. Both my children have moved away from home (boo) to go to college (yea!), but this Christmas Eve they'll both be at dinner, then spend the night at home and have Christmas morning with us. Presents from Santa and hot cinnamon rolls and all the rest.

So, I guess what this all comes down to is, having a day of delicious food and fun and time with family exchanging gifts of love is the best part of Christmas for me.

Merry Christmas!!

Thank you for sharing. What a lovely story. :D See? I told you she was great. And finally, I'll quite teasing you guys and let you get on with it. Here's the excerpt from her latest.
Merry Christmas, Shelton

m/m erotic holiday

 


 

Blurb:

 

Can Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas? 

 

Shelton and Nevil have rented a cozy cabin in the mountains in which to spend the Christmas holiday. Tree is lit. Presents sparkle. Shelton anticipates a very merry Christmas indeed. But then a blizzard springs up, landing a sexy redhead on their doorstep looking like trouble in a pretty package.

 

Tommy brings a message for Nevil, but when he first hits on Shelton in the shower, then offers to drive Nevil to his sister's side while she has her baby, Shelton begins to wonder just how this mixed up Christmas is going to end.

 

Excerpt:

 

Shelton snuggled into the soft quilts, safe and warm while the wind howled against the thick walls of the cabin. A stray gust blew down the chimney, causing the flames to dance and crackle behind the screen. Firelight flickered on the ceiling and Shelton watched it mingle with the blue and green reflections from the Christmas tree in the corner.

 

The clock on the mantle chimed midnight and he smiled. Christmas Eve. Nevil snorted and moved restlessly and Shelton rolled to his side, spooning up against the sleek body that even after two and a half years together could still drive him crazy with need. His darling sighed and settled back into sleep, and Shelton nuzzled his neck, pleasantly sore and sated from their earlier lovemaking.

 

His face heated as he recalled the things his lover had done with him. Shelton pressed his forehead into his darling's shoulder blade, slightly embarrassed even though Nevil slept and didn't see him. They'd spent the day cross-country skiing, then returned to the cabin and warmed up in the shower. Afterward, they sipped a bottle of wine in front of the fireplace.

 

Nevil had stolen a candy cane from the tree. "Desert," he explained, settling into the quilts with an arm across Shelton's bare shoulders. Shelton watched the red and white stripes disappear between his lover's perfect lips and his dick thickened. Nevil caught his rapt gaze, leaned over, and gave him a peppermint kiss.

 

"Taste?" he asked and held the candy to Shelton's lips. Shelton caught the cane between his teeth and his darling gasped slightly as he sucked with purpose on the sweet end. "Oh, lord," Nevil said, sounding breathless, and pushed Shelton down and straddled him. His hard cock pushed against Shelton's stomach when he stretched across him and licked at the cane still caught in his lips.

 

Removing the candy, Nevil gave him a deep, lingering kiss, then pulled back, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "I know somewhere else I'd like to stick this," he confessed and gave the candy a provocative lick.

Shelton blinked, though he shouldn't have been surprised by anything Nevil's wicked imagination suggested. "I'm not sure..."

 

His sweetheart chuckled, but his voice was a caress when he bent to Shelton's ear and whispered, "Let me pleasure you, love."

 

Dianne Hartsock