Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Let's Help Eric Arvin

In December 2013 Eric Arvin underwent surgery to remove a cavernous hemangioma from his brain stem. He needs some equipment to make his life better. Once piece of equipment he needs is a quadriciser that would greatly help him in movement and motivation, cost $20,000.  His family would also like to purchase equipment so he can continue to write without having to rely on his family to type everything for him. This will cost over $5,000. Please consider donating $25 to help him get both pieces of equipment.

The list of prizes is huge. This is just a small sample of what is up for the giveaway!

We're giving away an All-New Kindle Paperwhite, 6" High-Resolution Display (300 ppi) with Built-in Light, Wi-Fi - Includes Special Offers (US Only, for International winners $100 at Amazon store in country)
Print books of the following:
Colorado Heart Series by Sara York
Snowcroft series by Christi Snow
When It's Right and When I'm weak by Aria Grace
Mockingbird series by Kris Cook
Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
Cupid's Arrow by Kris Cook
Nikolas by Faith Gibson
All or Nothing by C.C. Wood
Nice Guy Series by Kindle Alexander
Blackcreek books from Riley Hart
Undescribable, Unbearable, and Uncontrollable by Shantel Tessier
Hidden in Lies and Uncovered by Truth by Rachael Duncan
Set of Torch, Tease, and Tattoo by Cambria Herbert
A King book by Edmond Manning
Hat Trick series by Jef Adams

And 1 giveaway with the following ebooks
Ebook of Nice Guy Series by Kindle Alexander: Set of 10 ebooks from the First and Forever Series written by Alexa Land: Ebook of The Girl Next Door Series by C.C. Wood: e-book collection of Brazen Boy Box Set, The Beautiful Dead, and Outlier: Rebellion by Daryl Banner: Ebook of full Colorado Heart series by Sara York: ebook from Rylie Roberts

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Thank you for donating to help Eric Arvin!

Sunday, December 20, 2015

When It's Right by Aria Grace

Title: When It's Right
Series: Mile High Romance #1
Author: Aria Grace
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: December 23, 2013
When Shane Greenly left his home in Casper Mountain, Wy, he was leaving more than just the closet. He needed a fresh start to pursue his dream of running a dog training ranch without having to deny who he really is. 
Meeting Alex was one of the best things that could have happened to Shane. They were at the beginning of a wonderful relationship when the unthinkable happened and Shane had to leave. The consequences of his past mistakes could not be hidden any longer.

“once again Aria has blown me away with another great book! “ ~5 Star Review (by Amy Hertzog on Amazon)
“If you love a good M/M book that is well-written, precise, and adventurous – this book is for you. Two thumbs up and 5 stars!" ~5 Star Review (by Ricky M. Hansen Jr. on Amazon)
“It is a heartwarming story that leaves the reader knowing that things really can work out for the best, and love truly does prevail.” ~5 Star Review (by wtcdean on Amazon)
Finally looking at the texts that came in throughout the day, I see one from Steph from early this morning.
Looks like you’ve been replaced
There is a photo attached of Shane on the lawn with Stormy. She is trying to grab something from behind his back and he’s laughing. He has a perfect smile. Seeing him so happy warms my heart. His dark eyes are so sexy and he looks damn good on my lawn, with my dog and… in my shirt. That is my shirt, right? I can feel little Alex starting to twitch just thinking about how that happened. He fills it out better than I do.
I wore that on Thursday. Why would he put on my dirty shirt? I know why I would put on a guy’s dirty shirt but that couldn’t be his reason… Well, maybe I was wrong about that country boy.
Pulling a couple bottles from the mini bar, I lie back on the bed debating whether to call him or not. I empty the small whisky bottle into a can of Coke that was only half full and grab my phone. He’s wearing my shirt for god’s sake. A straight guy wouldn’t do that.
Before I lose my nerve, I thumb out a quick text to Shane.
I see you met Stephanie.
Not two minutes later, I get a response.
Yeah. She seems nice.
Nice, hunh? That doesn’t give me much. I’ll have to go the more direct route.
She is nice. And single. She’d come over if you called her. She probably even has a hot girlfriend 4 a one nighter if you’re looking 4 something casual.
No way for him to be vague about that. If he responds, I should have my answer.
Thanks but not really my style. LOL
Damn, he’s good.
Which part? The hot girlfriend or the one nighter.
Please say girls, please say girls, please say girls.
Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!
I guess we have more in common than a love of dogs.
Okay. That was lame. I need another drink. Opening up a bottle of vodka, I drink the shot straight. Just enough to warm me up. It’s been several minutes so I might have spooked him. I try him again.
Is this a bad time?
No. Just took Stormy out one more time and now we’re in bed.
Oops. Forgot to ask about my dog. The whole reason he’s at my house. What a bad daddy I am! Ah well, all the more reason to find her a new daddy. Whoa, I think I feel those shots already.
So are you seeing anyone right now?
No. Very single.
Maybe we can get a drink sometime next week?
Sounds good.
So you’re in bed now? In my bed?
LOL. Yes.
Me too.
Is trying to sext too trashy for our first flirt session? I’m gonna have to assume yes so I’ll let the poor boy go. As hard as it is to do it. And as hard as I am for him.
I’ll let you get comfortable and go to sleep.
OK. Good night Alex.
Good night Shane. BTW, you look fucking hot in my shirt.
Okay, I couldn’t resist that last part.
Born and raised in beautiful California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. Her career started out in tech writing and web development and has evolved into all things marketing with fingers in everything related to book publishing.  She lives with her husband and two children and more pets than she can keep track of. Despite her crazy schedule, she loves the time she carves out to read and write. Whether it's on the beach or on the couch at 2am, she is a woman obsessed! She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at If you'd like to know when Aria's next book is coming out or where she'll be signing, join her mailing list at:
Title: When I'm Weak
Series: Mile High Romance #2
Author: Aria Grace
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: December 19, 2015 
Jamie presents a flamboyant and slutty attitude to the world because he's been hurt before. Even though it's mostly an act, he hides behind his persona to keep people at arm's length. With only a small group of trusted friends, he's vowed to never allow a man to have power over him again. Power to hurt him. Power to take away his freedom. Power to label him as a predator for the rest of his life.
Reed and his sister run a home preschool for toddlers. His focus is on getting credentialed so he can take some of the burden from Abby. He doesn't have time for friends, much less a lover, but when he meets Jamie, he recognizes something in the man that makes him want to get closer. 
Unfortunately, Jamie's past prevents him from truly integrating into Reed's future. It's not just a matter of the heart. It's a matter of the law.

Monday, November 16, 2015

My response to Anon article

Hope—it’s such a small word. In our house there’s a lot of hope because of our grandson. It’s easy to have hope because the future is broad, filled with all sorts of of possibilities. I’m not saying everything is perfect, far from it. There have been things that have happened in the last few weeks that have devastated our entire family, but we still have that tiny bundle of joy that is hope.

Many of us lose our hope early in life. So much stuff goes wrong. There will always be someone stronger, prettier, smarter, lovelier, braver, kinder, and just plain better that we are. Life goes awry when we realize we’re not good enough. The evidence is out there in little whispers, on billboards, in movies, books, TV, at the mall, at work—You’re Not Good Enough! It shouts in the night, enveloping your mind, stealing your hope. The words conquer your peace, take your future, and leave you staring at yourself in the mirror, knowing that you will never measure up to the hope that was placed on you when you were younger. You were supposed to be the beauty queen, the athlete, the president, the CEO, the banker, the best chef in the world, beautiful beyond measure, or just plain better than you are. It eats at you, consuming you from the inside out, taking your life one second at a time, drilling into you that you should abandon hope, leave behind your future, and just die.

But all of that is a lie. You are good enough. Yes, we all have issues, and if you do have something you need to work on, then work on it. We make mistakes, but you can overcome your mistakes, you don’t have to believe the lies. You are good enough!

The issue I have with the article that has been making the rounds is that gay men have bought into the lie. Women have been living the lie forever, but two wrongs don’t make a right. What I mean by that is just because women have been told this lie from day one, doesn’t mean men should have to live this lie too. Yes, books with covers that have sexy models sell better. Just like commercials usually feature attractive women and recently the slovenly male figure in commercials has started to fade and be replaced by the hunky young, perfectly chiseled male figure to sell products. But it’s a lie. People come in all shapes and sizes, skin colors, hair styles and lengths. We are unique and we were meant to be unique. I wish it would be as easy as saying love the you that you are. Love your body, if you want to change something, then work on it, but know that you’re never going to be perfect. We don’t have teams of airbrushers following behind us, fixing every little flaw and I’m glad we don’t.

It has taken me years to move past the lies my father repeatedly told me. One of those lies was that no one would ever love me because I was too ugly to find a husband who would stick with me. He started telling me that when I was around 12 years old. It’s a lie, but it was my truth for a long time. Not all gay men are perfectly chiseled. Life hurts and people have hang-ups, but you don’t have to be your hang-up.

Learn to hope. I know it’s hard. Trust me, crushing things happen to us all, but don’t believe the lie. You are good enough! People who tell you that you aren’t good enough shouldn’t be given the power to dictate your life. The media shouldn’t be given that power ever. Be unique! Be yourself! Love yourself! This is the only life you have, live it to your full potential and stop allowing others to dictate your feelings.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The Holeshot by Lynn Michaels

In the world of Supercross, taking the holeshot means one racer leaps ahead of the crowd and into first place, leaving the rest of the pack behind. If Supercross racer Davey McAllister knows anything, it's how to take the holeshot. When the hot rising-star mechanic, Tyler Whitmore, shows up in his bed, Davey does just that.

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The Point Excerpt

She was a beautiful thing, this girl, all rosy and bright and full of the kind of curves a man could enjoy getting lost in. She would taste fabulous, he could tell. She had a lot of life in her, and if he were to drain her, he’d not need another meal for a month. But no, he must not even think like that. His brows wrinkled as he mentally scolded himself. He did not feed on random girls. No, he only sucked those who wanted to be sucked at the club. No one else, nowhere else. It was the rules. His rules and he would not break them.

He opened the wardrobe and took a moment to steady himself. All of his mother’s clothes hung there, as pristine as they’d always been with only the dust of ages to sully them. He pulled out the first that came to hand, shook it then laid it across his arm. His mother would not mind him using her clothes. She had always been a charitable soul. Thinking about his mother made his heart ache, so he shook his head and purposefully strode down the landing to the stairs.

When he walked back into the warm sitting room, the girl did not look immediately to him. He walked closer and realised as he glanced down that she was sleeping. Her face was peaceful, and he wished he could leave her like that, but she was still a little damp and a lot cold. He would have to disturb her.

“Erm, hello?” he called, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I must have dozed off.” She smiled in her disorientation then took the towel he proffered for her use.

“I’m sorry I had to wake you, dear lady, but I do not want you to catch your death of cold.”

He laid the dress down over a single chair close to the fire and went to help her with the towel.

“Oh, gosh, I couldn’t possibly wear that, I mean, it’s antique, isn’t it? It’s like that beautiful dress in the portrait, and I really don’t think I’d fit in it anyway.” She flustered, waving her hands, her cheeks flushed red.

“It will fit you perfectly,” he replied, “and you could not wear any clothes of mine. This is all I have in the way of suitable clothing for a lady. Now we need to get you out of those wet things.” He knelt at her feet and started to untie the one trainer she still had on.

“I can undress myself,” she screeched.

“I know you can, dear woman, but you have a twisted ankle. You cannot do this without aid today. Do not worry for I will not force myself upon you. I will aid you and nothing more.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I know. I’m a little sensitive about anyone seeing me, you know, unclothed. I’m not particularly beautiful with my clothes on, and with them off, I look considerably worse.”

“I cannot believe that is true,” he said. “You are more than pretty as you are.”

He put the trainer to one side and delicately plucked off her sock, gently smoothing his hands down her soft skin. “Do you need help with your top?”

Before she could answer, he stood and reached down to her waist. Her hand hovered just around  her stomach for a moment then she raised her arms. Hugh lifted the clinging, damp material up and over her head.

“What’s your name?” she blurted out. “I mean, you’re undressing me, and I don’t even know who you are.”

“I am Hugh Jacobson,” he replied then picked up the towel and draped it around her shoulders, his gaze concentrated on the luscious mounds of her breasts as he did so. They were like scoops of cold, tempting ice cream in their lacy shells.

“And I’m Elizabeth Chapman,” she said. “Doctor Elizabeth Chapman.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” he said as he rubbed the towel up and down her arms. “Although, I am sorry our meeting was under such circumstances.”

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Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author.
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