Sunday, January 19, 2014

Dr. Feelgood

Dr. Feelgood

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Whether they’re paramedics, nurses, therapists, doctors, or even actors who play them on TV, the men in the medical profession must contend with job stress and long hours that can make finding love a challenge. These dedicated professionals aid patients from the severely injured to those just needing some help with a bath, and along the way find creative ways to release some tension, reconnect with past partners, and even forge something that might last a lifetime.

Injuries, huge workloads, dedication to duty, self-doubt, and fear of coming out of the closet are only some of the obstacles standing in the way of the men committed to easing pain and those in need of treatment. But with hard work, some humor, some steamy on- and off-the-job trysts, plenty of patience, and open hearts, doctors and patients alike can find the healing they need, whether it comes from a lifelong commitment or a quickie in the staff room.

The men in this anthology are looking for relief, and they’re in luck—the doctor is in.

Rx for Sex by Bru Baker
Hero Worship by Kris T. Bethke
Tourniquet by Kaye P. Hallows
Differential Diagnosis by Anna Martin
To the Next Level by Laura Mathews
In My Own Skin by Thea Nishimori
Iron Man by Meg O'Brien
Night Shift by Casey O'Neill
Mend What Is Broken by Fil Preis
Kind by Samuel Scott Preston
Right-hand Man by Rob Rosen
Pain Management by Brigham Vaughn
Doctor in the Desert by S.C Wynne
First and Last by Sara York

Excerpt from First and Last

“Oh.” Trevin’s mind tumbled over the memories of the last time they’d been together—graduation night. He and Jeffery had known each other, but they weren’t friends in high school since they hung out with different crowds. Jeff had been Mr. Smarty-Pants, and Trevin was a safety on the football team. Macho had been his mechanism to get through the fear of being gay and stuck in a small town. On graduation night, he and a few friends had headed out to one of the abandoned barns, drinking and playing loud music as they howled at the moon and celebrated their freedom. Jeffery showed up with a bunch of girls, and Trevin took a hike to one of the ponds when couples started pairing off. Smarty-Pants followed him, which had annoyed the hell out of Trevin. The beer smoothed his agitation, and he and Jeffery started talking. One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting on the bank of a pond, tossing rocks into the water.
Trevin reached for a rock that lay between them at the same time as Jeffery had. It was like lightning had struck him; even now, the thought of that accidental hand brush made him sweat.
Jeffery had looked up at him, his blue eyes so full of hope in the moonlight that Trevin had thrown caution to the wind and leaned close, brushing their lips together. It was like a firestorm erupted. They tumbled to the grass, and in no time flat they both had their dicks out, their bodies plastered together as Jeffery stroked them to heaven. The orgasm stole his breath and his mind, because all he wanted to do was lie on the grass and kiss Jeffery until they could do that again.
He had no idea how long they’d been out there kissing—long enough to leave his lips chapped and his balls emptied. Then he heard his name called. One of the girls was looking for him, probably to see if she could get laid since they were celebrating, but all Trevin wanted to do was screw Jeffery. The girl came closer, and he freaked, jumping up and tucking his dick into his pants as shame washed over him. Jeffery stood slowly and put away his junk, his soulful blue eyes searing Trevin’s soul.
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Thursday, January 16, 2014

William Cooper and Cabin Boys

There are some people who I really connect with. I love William. If you haven't had the pleasure of meeting William Cooper, you're missing out. Here's a note from William.

Self-Publishing vs Traditional Publishing

As an author of both Erotica and Erotic-Romances, I've been on both sides of the fence when it comes to self-publishing versus using a traditional publisher. There are many people on both sides who adamantly hate the other side. However, I believe both have their uses.

For short stories, especially short erotica stories, I've found self-publishing to work best. When a story is selling for $1.99 or $2.99, there isn't much wiggle room when it comes to royalty splits. Most publishers offer 50% net royalties. For a $2.99 story that sells on Amazon, the publisher will receive 70%, or $2.10 roughly. Of that, 50% would go to the author, roughly $1.05. So from each sale, I'd make just over a dollar. Not a great rate. However, if I were to self-publish that short story, I'd receive the full 70% of the sale after Amazon takes their cut of the pie, leaving me with $2.10.

The downside it self-publishing is that it makes me responsible for the cover art, editing, and promotion of the book. Cover art and editing can be done for flat fees. For some authors, they're able to do the cover art themselves, which saves a bit of money. Promotional work can usually be done for free, if you're willing to put in the leg work.

However, for erotic-romances, especially novel length books, I highly recommend using a publisher. While freelance editing is easily obtainable, to get the in depth edits most publishers provide can be rather expensive. A single round of freelance editing on a 10k book can be pretty affordable. Multiple rounds with multiple editors of a 50k novel can get very pricey. That alone can make using a publisher enticing.

But publishers offer more than that. They have on-staff cover artists who have experience creating not just a cover art that will attract buyers, but cover art that fits with your book. Publishers also have marketing staff that will submit your books to review sites, provide promo images, and much more. Not to mention, most publishers have their own followings. Many readers will buy anything Publisher X puts out just because they generally enjoy the books that publisher puts out.

Make sure to check out William's new book, Cabin Boys

Aaron has been in love with his brother for years. Unfortunately for Aaron, those feelings haven't been mutual. Elliot loves his brother, sure, but he's not in love with Aaron. After a drunken night up at their parents' cabin in the woods, could things finally be going Aaron's way?

Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press

Cabin Boys Excerpt

Elliot sent shivers through my body as he ran his tongue along my shaft. Arching my back, hips driving up to give him better access, I wished he’d stop teasing me. God, just suck it already. He opted for mercy and worked his magic by taking my cock into his hot mouth. Heart slamming against my ribs, I thought maybe his mouth might be what heaven feels like—sexual redemption to be found sliding my cock between his full, red lips.

With each rise and fall of Elliot’s head, I got closer to coming. The weight of the impending orgasm, the pressure in my balls drove me insane. I wanted him to take my cum, wanted him to swallow every last drop. Then I wanted to push him down onto the bed and suck his cock dry. I could almost hear his moans as he fisted my hair.

Just as I was about to come, I heard my bedroom door open and it jarred me out of my fantasy. I opened my eyes and yanked my blanket over my lower half as Elliot sauntered in. Even though it was pretty obvious what I’d been doing, I still didn’t need him to see for himself. The heat rising in my cheeks assured me they were bright red as I faced him down. It didn’t help that he was the object of my fantasy.

Elliot stood in the doorway, a slight grin on his face. He wore only a pair of basketball shorts. It was obvious he’d been working out in the basement again. Droplets of sweat slid down his body, moving along the curves of his chest and abs. I loved that the only hair he had on his chest was the little trail leading from his belly button to beneath his shorts. Elliot’s grin solidified my assumption that he knew I was jerking off.

Even though I was twenty-one, I felt like a teenager again. I couldn’t wait until I was out of the house and had my own place. I had hoped for some privacy by now, but Elliot had decided to live with our parents until he finished his MBA. He claimed it was far less expensive than on-campus housing or an apartment.

My gaze roamed over his body, from the contours of his shoulder, down his pecs and abs, to the small trail of hair that lead to the prize inside his shorts. Stop that! I chastised myself. I couldn’t let Elliot notice me ogling him, much less figure out he’d just interrupted a fantasy involving him. He was my brother, after all, and I can’t imagine he’d be pleased with it.

“You got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. The fucker could’ve at least said hello or apologized for not knocking when he came in. He reinforced my belief that I’d gotten all the manners from our genetic pool, and they’d drifted right past him. Elliot never was one to beat around the bush. “Nope, why?”

He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest, still grinning from his embarrassing masturbatory discovery. “I was thinking we could go up to the cabin for the weekend. We haven’t been up there since last summer, and I wanna grab some beers and have some fun before school starts up again.”

“Sounds good. I could use a few days away from the house. We leave in the morning?” Elliot was right. We hadn’t gone up there since about this time last year. We were well overdue for a break away from the rest of the world.

“Yeah, if that works for you. We can stop at the liquor store down the street and stock up like we always do. How’s that sound?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that works for me. What time we leaving?”

“Be ready to go around six,” Elliot said, then winked. “Have fun taking care of that.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Six? Seriously? As far as I was concerned, there were no hours between two am and eight am. No one in their right mind wants to get up that early. But then again, no one ever said Elliot was in his right mind.

Truth be told, I looked forward to spending a few days up at the cabin. Spending some time together, just the two of us, would be a good way to bond like we’d done as kids. With school and everything, we’d drifted apart a bit, and I missed the easy rapport we’d had. But for now, I wanted to finish what I’d been doing before he interrupted. The sound of Elliot’s voice, and the memory of his sweaty torso, was more than enough to bring my cock back to full attention, despite my earlier embarrassment.

Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press

Author Bio:

William Cooper has been writing and reading since he was little. In 2010 he took the first step toward publishing a book and hasn’t looked back since. Whether it’s two men who met in college or brothers who have been in love their entire life, William loves to tell their story for everyone to read.

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