tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-131249062009-11-30T23:21:38.813-05:00A blogger for updates on the erotica website, <a href="http://www.3rdlegpress.com/">3rdlegpress.com</a>.Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-62942930449835647222009-11-20T20:07:00.000-05:002009-11-23T20:08:05.382-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6563676-the-next-step" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Next Step" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1245849028l/6563676.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6563676-the-next-step">The Next Step</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1200273.Mychael_Black">Mychael Black</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/78788482">4 of 5 stars</a><br />I love reading stories with blind characters. Probably sounds odd to say but I love stories where a main character has one disability or another. In the hands of a master craftsman like <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1200273.Mychael_Black" title="Mychael Black">Mychael Black</a> these characters are as seductive as their "able-bodied" counterparts.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Master Ian Vaughn and his sub Kale Daniels are back for more in this sequel to Onyx. <br /><br />Both men are happy together, playing and living like any other Dom and sub. For Kale, though, it goes much deeper than that. He's fallen in love with his Master, but he has no idea how Ian feels about him. When Ian books them a private playroom at a new club, Kale is thrilled to find out all his Master has in store. And Ian has a few surprises that Kale never expects to receive.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><lj-cut text="The Next Step by Mychael Black - 4 out of 5 stars"><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I love quick reads with hot, steamy sex scenes interspersed between romantic interludes. I love quick reads that have the characters in a committed relationship in the D/s world with a healthy relationship. I love quick reads that have "imperfect" characters. In short, I love <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1200273.Mychael_Black" title="Mychael Black">mychael black</a>'s quick reads... long reads... in-between reads... all of them! :D<br /><br />This one has shaving, medical instrument play (that was actually very hot to read), public sex, fisting and voyeurism... all the elements of a sensual <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1200273.Mychael_Black" title="Mychael Black">mychael black</a> read!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Kale leaned back against him and Ian's arms snaked around him, holding tight. "What are the others doing? What do they look like?"<br /><br />"Hmm... Well, right in front of us, there's a trio—two men and one woman. She looks quite content to be sandwiched between them, one in front, one in back. The men are touching around her. They're all wearing leather and vinyl, looks like. She's wearing a black velvet corset too."<br /><br />Kale shivered a little, wondering what it would feel like to be in one. "Is her waist small?"<br /><br />"It is." Ian's breath blew hot on Kale's neck. "I can just imagine what you would look like, wrapped in velvet and leather, the constriction making you aware of every single breath you tale."<br /><br />"Sir..." Kale moaned softly. He almost felt the garment squeezing him, though in reality, he knew it was Ian, the hold growing tighter. Would he look good in a corset? Would Ian's arms encircle his cinched waist? Would his Master grab the laces in back while fucking him until he screamed?<br /><br />"I'm sure we could find one just for you," Ian murmured. "Something with velvet, so you could feel the sleek softness?"<br /><br />"Yes. Please, Sir..." Kale wanted that more than anything, the thought alone making him ache.<br /><br />Ian's hand slipped down between teir bodies and into the back of Kale's leather pants. His hole was still slick and Ian's fingers slid right in, making Kale whimper and grind. "That's it... Ride them, Kale. Imagine my cock inside you, thrusting hard and deep while I tug you back with the laces."<br /><br />"Oh, God. Sir. I can't... Oh, fuck..." Kale gasped and jerked as Ian added a third finger, somehow angling all three deep. Kale struggled not to let on to anyone around them just what Ian was doing, but he couldn't have been still if his life depended on it. "Sir. Please. I need to come. Oh, God..."<br /><br />"So close," Ian hissed, spreading all three fingers and opening Kale's hole. Kale forgot where they were, forgot they weren't alone. He arched and shuddered, his cock pulsing in his pants as Ian finger-fucked him. <br /><br />Behind him, Ian growled. "Get up. We're going back to the room."</blockquote><br /></lj-cut><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-6294293044983564722?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-9969429409876833792009-11-08T07:15:00.002-05:002009-11-12T07:22:07.814-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7040126-blood-slave" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Blood Slave" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1256384812l/7040126.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7040126-blood-slave">Blood Slave</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2839336.Kim_Dare">Kim Dare</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/76832254">3 of 5 stars</a><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2839336.Kim_Dare" title="Kim Dare">Kim Dare</a>'s novellas are always great fun! You can read one over a lunch break if you're a fast reader or as a bedtime story if you're like me and it takes you a little longer to savor a book. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Blood Slave" title=" Blood Slave"> Blood Slave</a> is one of those great reads that moves fast toward a decadent climax.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> From a kinky brat to a vampire's perfect blood slave. Keats's education starts tonight!<br /><br />Keats may have reluctantly agreed to admit that vampires are fantasy and not reality. And he may have promised his friend that he would stop searching for them. But people who merely think they are vampires are still fair game for a fun night out.<br /><br />Leland has been resisting the temptation to bite his friend for months, but when he sees Keats wander calmly into the middle of a Halloween feeding frenzy, he no longer has a choice. He has to claim Keats as a private blood slave before he ends up becoming the community property of his clan.<br /><br />Everything rests on his ability to convince his clan he can bring the bratty submissive to heel. It's going to be very long night...</em></blockquote><br /><br /><lj-cut text="Review: Blood Slave by Kim Dare - 3 out of 5 stars"><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> It starts and ends with a whole lot of action and in its short prose still manages to weave a tapestry that is vivid and rich with imagery. It takes great skill to be able to incorporate so much into a short story but in the hands of a master, it seems effortless. Keats is adorable, if a little annoying in his naivete while Leland is luscious and decadent.<br /><br />The story seems to pick up in the middle of a plot that may be part of another book I have not read or is just explained in the summary for the reader to understand but you're not left "in the dark" about anything. The story unfolds quickly and with the perfect balance of kink, seduction and fantasy, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2839336.Kim_Dare" title="Kim Dare">Kim Dare</a> takes you into a world of vampiric mastery that you want to revisit.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> “I don’t mind, really,” he rushed to reassure his friend. “We’ll go back to your place. You can tell me all about it. And who knows—the guys getting bitten seemed to like it. It wasn’t exactly the sort of sucking I had planned for our first date, but—”<br />Leland closed his eyes.<br /><br />“Hey!” Keats put his hand on Leland’s cheek to soothe the pain before his lids could hide it.<br /><br />“That’s not the way things are between humans and vampires,” Leland said, twisting away from his touch. When he opened his eyes, the pain was gone, replaced by anger.<br /><br />Keats reached for him again, but Leland caught his wrist and held his hand away from him. His other hand went to the collar he’d put around Keats’ neck. “This is the way things are now. You’d best get used to it.”<br /><br />“So you’re kinky? I can live with kinky,” Keats said, his smile growing into a grin. “I like kinky.”<br /><br />Kinky was great. It was the kind of secret that Keats understood, the kind of secret he knew how to deal with. Leland was gay, and he was kinky. Keats nodded to himself. He’d found out two of his suspicions about his friend were true. The vampire thing hadn’t even been a blip on his radar, but…<br /><br />Leland ran his fingertips over the leather wrapped around his throat, his expression serious enough to scatter Keats’ thoughts.<br /><br />The collar was far too wide to be comfortable—it almost completely covered his whole damn neck, and his friend had fixed it too tightly for his personal preference. Keats decided it would be diplomatic to wait a while before he mentioned that.<br /><br />“It’s not kink,” Leland said. “It’s—”<br /><br />“Your presence is requested before the council.”<br />Keats tried to look over Leland’s shoulder to see who was talking to them. “The council?”<br /><br />Tall men with broad shoulders were usually filed firmly under the label ‘hot’ in Keats’ mind, but he was willing to admit they could be bloody annoying at times. Leland turned around and stood directly in front of him, blocking his view.<br /><br />“Tell them I’m on my way.”<br /><br />“Your <em>immediate</em> presence.”<br /><br />Keats stood on tip toe, but he still couldn’t see a damn thing. He tugged at the back of Leland’s shirt, but his friend didn’t take the hint and shift out of his way. Some silent sort of message seemed to pass between Leland and the other man. Keats huffed his frustration at not being able to work out what it was from his current position.<br /><br />Eventually the other guy seemed to go away. Leland turned back to him. He caught hold of his arm and started walking very quickly back in the direction they came from.<br /><br />“Are we going?” Keats asked, as he scurried along next to his longer limbed friend. “I left my clothes in the locker room.”<br /><br />Leland kept a tight grip on his arm as he marched him past the door into the changing room and straight across to a wall filled with cages.<br /><br />Keats looked from the rows of sub-sized enclosures, to Leland and back again. “Leland? I really don’t think…” he cleared his throat. “What exactly are you doing?”<br /><br />“I’m putting you safely out of the way while I go and deal with this,” Leland said, opening one of the compartments on the second level up.<br />Keats shook his head. “If you think I’m sitting around in a damn cage while all the interesting stuff happens…” he trailed off as he realised his friend was so busy fidgeting with the locks, he wasn’t listening to a word. “I said—”<br /><br />Leland finally turned his attention to him. He picked up Keats as if he weighed nothing and deposited him neatly in the tiny cell. Before Keats could react, the door was closed in his face.<br /><br />“Hey! This isn’t funny. Let me out.”<br /><br />Leland ignored him as he did up a bolt and slid a heavy padlock into place. Keats pushed at the metal work that sealed him into the little box.<br /><br />“Leland, really—let me out.”<br /><br />“You’re better off in there for the moment.”<br /><br />“Did I ever mention that I’m really claustrophobic?”<br /><br />Leland raised an eyebrow. “It’s amazing the facts it suddenly occurs to you to mention when you think it might help you get your own way.” He clicked the lock closed.<br /><br />Keats pushed irritably at the grill again. It rattled, but stayed where it was.<br /><br />Leland checked the lock and turned away.<br /><br />“Leland?” Keats called after him.<br /><br />The vampire turned back to him. “I’ll come back and get you when everything’s sorted out.”<br /><br />“When what’s sorted out?”<br /><br />Leland didn’t turn back again.<br /><br />Keats sighed and leant against one of the three solid sides of the box. Bloody typical. He found a clan of honest to God vampires, and he couldn’t find out anything about them because his current friend and potential boyfriend was one of them and would probably be really pissed off with him if he went snooping around.<br /><br />And now, when something even more interesting seemed about to happen, he was stuck in a boring little cubby-hole with nothing more than a collar and a flourishing erection for company.</blockquote></lj-cut><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-996942940987683379?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-84576851864938635362009-11-05T16:02:00.000-05:002009-11-05T16:03:14.741-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4778947.Phoenix_Rising" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Phoenix Rising" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1222273966l/4778947.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4778947.Phoenix_Rising">Phoenix Rising</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1245135.Kimberly_Gardner">Kimberly Gardner</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/76646064">4 of 5 stars</a><br />I've had this book on my eBookshelf for almost a year and for one reason or another, I never got around to starting it. I'd read an excerpt which I loved and made me add the book to my "to read" list but never got around to actually reading it until this week.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Two dozen roses, one dozen balloons and a night with a sexy, young stripper. What a thirty-sixth birthday for Jimmy Trent. But the ultimate gift is yet to come as he finds himself falling in love with the beautiful dancer. Adam Hyland's life is in the dumps. Living in his car and stripping for his supper, he doesn't expect much when the birthday-boy invites him to stay for cake and champagne. Yet seeing the look in Jimmy's eyes, Adam dares to hope for more. Will their differences tear them apart? Or can their love take flight like a Phoenix Rising from the ashes? </em></blockquote><br /><br /><lj-cut text="Review: Phoenix Rising by Kimberly Gardner - 4 out of 5 stars"><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I won't lie and said the cover was not the first, real reason I gravitated to this book because it totally was! But, what kept me reading was the whirlwind romance <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/985199.Kimberly_Montgomery" title="Kimberly Montgomery">Kimberly Garnder</a> weaves into a tapestry of conflict around the pair. Both characters are not just instantly attracted to each other, they want to be better for the other but have no idea how to do it. That, more than anything else, resonated with me. I like fallible characters. Characters who might be your neighbor, your coworker, one of your friends, thrust into a romance that takes your breath away and frustrates you all at once.<br /><br />Jimmy's firmly in the closet and while that, in and of itself, should be the main conflict in the story, it's only a small part of the overall arc that leads the pair into coming to terms with what they want out of their relationship and out of each other. Gardner's prose is beautifully written and the story is gripping. My breath hitched several times during the reading. I like stories that stay with you and make you remember how you felt when you read about the main characters. Stories that bring you to tears and make you laugh out loud too. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/100786.Phoenix_Rising" title="Phoenix Rising by Karen Hesse">Phoenix Rising</a> does that and more.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> The rain had stopped and a thumbnail sliver of moon cast silvery light over the yard. From the rear of the garage the ground sloped down. About ten yards down the slope, the manicured grass gave way to a line of trees and wild growth where the shadows grew thick and heavy.<br /><br />“That’s Fairmount Park,” Jimmy said from the bathroom doorway. “It backs up to this property so there aren’t any neighbors, not unless you count the deer.”<br /><br />“How far does it go?”<br /><br />“The park? Miles and miles. Fairmount is the largest municipal park in the country. When we were kids we weren’t allowed back there. My mother was sure we’d wander off and she’d never see us again.”<br /><br />“But you went anyway.”<br /><br />“Of course we did.” Jimmy laughed. “Tell a kid not to go somewhere and that’s the first place he wants to go. I remember when Laton was in high school, he used to take his girlfriends back there and make out.”<br /><br />“How do you know?”<br /><br />“I followed him a couple times. You know, the kind of stuff little brothers do.”<br /><br />He didn’t, because he didn’t have any brothers, but he liked listening to Jimmy talk. Knowing these little details made him feel closer to Jimmy, like they could actually be friends. “Did he ever find out that you followed him?”<br /><br />Jimmy shook his head. “Are you kidding? He would have kicked my ass if he knew.”<br /><br />They both laughed.<br /><br />Adam let the curtain drop and stepped away from the window. “How about you? Who did you take back there when you were in high school?”<br /><br />Jimmy’s cheeks flushed. “I went to boarding school in New Hampshire.”<br /><br />“So you never snuck into the woods with anyone to make out?”<br /><br />Jimmy’s hesitation was just enough to tell Adam there was something here. A little thrill raced through him.<br /><br />“Who was he, Jim?”<br /><br />Jimmy shook his head. “I don’t remember. That was a long time ago.”<br /><br />Adam stepped up close. Jimmy could easily have moved away but he didn’t.<br /><br />Adam slipped his hand inside Jimmy’s open collar and stroked the warm skin. Jimmy’s pulse jumped under his fingertips as Adam leaned in. “Tell me.”<br /><br />There was a pause. Jimmy’s lips parted. He swallowed. “His name was Christopher,” Jimmy whispered. “Chris Daley. He was the first boy I ever kissed.”<br /><br />Adam leaned closer, stopping with their lips no more than a breath apart. “You took him into the woods and kissed him?”<br /><br />“He kissed me.” Jimmy’s lashes fluttered down.<br /><br />“Show me how.” He didn’t know where this little game had come from or where it was going, but he liked it.<br /><br />Jimmy’s hands slid around Adam’s waist. The man drew him close. He pressed against the hard length of Jimmy’s body.<br /><br />Jimmy’s mouth claimed his, the kiss starting slow, the contact soft and just a little tentative, the way a teenage boy might kiss.<br /><br />Adam’s fingers caressed the back of Jimmy’s neck before sliding into the close-cropped hair. He sighed as his eyes drifted closed. But when his lips parted, Jimmy broke the kiss.<br /><br />Adam opened his eyes. “What—”<br /><br />“He asked me if I liked it,” Jimmy said, his words slow, his tone dreamy and far away. “And I said I did. Then he put his hand on my cock.”<br /><br />Adam’s breath caught. He could imagine it, Jimmy so young and unsure, never even kissed let alone had another boy’s hand on his cock. God.<br /><br />“How old were you?”<br /><br />“Fifteen. We were both fifteen.”<br /><br />Adam slipped his hand between their bodies. With a fingertip he traced the hard length of Jimmy’s cock through his pants.<br /><br />“So hard,” Adam murmured. “Were you hard for him, Jim?”<br /><br />“Yes,” Jimmy breathed, “so hard…from the kiss, you know? And it was nothing really, just a kiss. But, God …” Jimmy’s hips pressed forward, silently asking for more contact.<br /><br />Adam squeezed Jimmy’s prick before sweeping his thumb over the head where a damp spot on the fabric of his pants let Adam know just how much Jimmy liked this game.<br /><br />“Did he fuck you and make you come?”<br /><br />“I came,” Jimmy said, hips rocking against the press of Adam’s hand. “He kissed me and I came in his hand.”</blockquote><br /></lj-cut><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-8457685186493863536?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-4863746863304525472009-10-30T20:30:00.000-04:002009-11-03T20:32:28.286-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3236765.Heaven" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Heaven (Heaven Sent, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1218756557l/3236765.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3236765.Heaven">Heaven</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles">Jet Mykles</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/75693124">4 of 5 stars</a><br />I have yet to find a <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles" title="Jet Mykles">Jet Mykles</a> book I haven't liked and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3236765.Heaven_Heaven_Sent_1_" title="Heaven (Heaven Sent, #1) by Jet Mykles">Heaven Heaven Sent 1</a> is no exception. Her books are ones you fall into and can find yourself enjoying with a hot mug, sock-clad feet up on the sofa and your favorite eReader or computer on your lap. <br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> The Weiss Strande Hotel is in trouble. Business just isn't what it used to be when Tyler’s father ran the family-owned hotel. On top of business being down, dad's sick with cancer and bills have skyrocketed.<br /><br />Desperate to save his family interest, Tyler and his best friend sink their hopes and what's left of their money into a new venture: a nightclub at the hotel. It's imperative that the White Room is a success, or else the hotel will go under. Lady Luck seems to be with them, however, because they manage to sign the mega-popular rock group Heaven Sent to play the grand opening.<br /><br />Already a huge fan of the group, Tyler couldn't be more excited to welcome them to his hotel. He's not at all prepared for the bomb of lust that hits him when he's finally face-to-face with the painfully gorgeous lead singer, Johnnie Heaven. No, it couldn't be lust. Yes, Johnnie's probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen, but Tyler is straight. It must be a misguided form of hero worship that he's feeling.<br /><br />Tyler finds out that he and Johnnie share an obsession: video games. When Johnnie invites Tyler to his room to play, Tyler jumps at the chance. Who wouldn't snap up the opportunity to spend time with their idol? He and Johnnie have a great time with the games, but Tyler soon discovers that Johnnie's got more in mind. The rock star's aims to introduce Tyler to a whole new level of game play. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> Johnnie's up-front, no-holds-barred, Brian Kinneyesque persona is to die for. He's larger than life and yet, he's sweet and completely into Tyler. I seem to be in a gay-for-you and/or closet-case books that are just oozing with sexual tension and newfound exploration of the joys of gay sex. Life is good and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles" title="Jet Mykles">Jet Mykles</a> makes it even better!<br /><br />This first in a series really sucked me in and I loved that the imagery is so vivid, you can feel the thrum of the music and the pull of the moment.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Johnnie pressed their lips together. Holding Tyler close, he turned them so Tyler stood beneath the water’s spray. He caressed Tyler’s skin until every inch was sensitized and wet. Then he reached up to twist the showerhead so the water came out in a light, steaming haze. He tipped Tyler’s chin up so he could bite and nibble the long muscle at the side of his neck. Hands slid over heated, wet skin until one finally settled around Tyler’s erection. <br /><br />Tyler tried his best to breathe in the humid air. “Johnnie.” <br /><br />That voice caressed his ear. “More?” <br /><br />“God, yes!” <br /><br />Johnnie turned Tyler toward the wall, urging him to brace his hands on the white sandstone. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler saw him reach for a small packet on the bench that lined the inside wall of the shower. A condom. <br /><br />Tyler’s heart raced. He dug his nails into the edges of a tile, waiting with bated breath. He flipped sopping wet bangs out of his eyes and arched his back, hoping to entice Johnnie to hurry. <br /><br />The rockstar laughed evilly and swatted Tyler’s ass. “Slut.” He took firm hold of Tyler’s hips with both hands and pressed his groin against Tyler’s butt. His sheathed erection slid smoothly along Tyler’s crack. “You’d think you wanted this, or something.” <br /><br />“Johnnie.” <br /><br />“What?” <br /><br />Tyler glanced over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” <br /><br />Johnnie’s evil grin kicked up a notch. “Begging.” <br /><br />Tyler gaped. While he was distracted, Johnnie slid one hand forward to ruthlessly grip Tyler’s cock. Tyler’s gape dissolved. He sagged against the sandstone wall. “Oh, God.”<br /><br />Johnnie stepped into him, pressing his chest to Tyler’s back, trapping Tyler against the wall as his hand slowly pumped. “Not quite. C’mon, Tyler. All you need’s one little ‘please.’” <br /><br />“Please!” The word spilled out before Tyler could think about it. <br /><br />“There. Was that so hard?” Johnnie pulled back. The hand not on Tyler’s cock slid down his chest, then over his hip and around to his butt. <br /><br /><em>No, but</em> that <em>is</em>. Tyler groaned inwardly as the blunt head of Johnnie’s dick prodded his entrance. <br /><br />“Relax, blondie,” Johnnie murmured into his neck. “We’ll go slow.” <br /><br />“No. Just… Ah!” A bite of pain as the head slid in. <br /><br />“You okay?” <br /><br />“Yeah. Wait, I…” <br /><br />“’Sokay, Tyler. We got all the time in the world.” Johnnie pushed in another slow bit. <br /><br />Tyler gasped, arching so that the back of his skull nestled in the bend of Johnnie’s neck. <br /><br />The rockstar held him, one hand tormenting his dick and the other supporting his chest. “Tell me if you need to stop.” <br /><br />“God, no! Please, Johnnie, don’t stop.” <br /><br />A growl sounded near his ear, and more of that wonderful dick slid in. Slid to the hilt inside Tyler’s body. </blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-486374686330452547?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-35508526164044791792009-10-28T21:31:00.000-04:002009-11-03T21:32:09.087-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6475889-tomcat-jones" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Tomcat Jones" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1243371269l/6475889.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6475889-tomcat-jones">Tomcat Jones</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16161.Willa_Okati">Willa Okati</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/71139099">4 of 5 stars</a><br />Oh <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Willa Okati</a> how I love your humor and your incredible mind! I mean, really and to have the amazing ability to weave such a great story into such a short timeline is even more incredible!<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> T.J. Jones never believed in love. A shape-shifting tomcat, he's had problems with one-night stands involving men who were horrified to find out what he was. After getting burned one too many times, he decides he'll shoot instead for becoming a grouchy lifelong bastard of a bachelor. That's before he runs into MacGowan, a smoking hot beach boy with an open heart and a sweet smile.<br /><br />MacGowan, a ingenuous, open-hearted sex bomb, wants T.J.'s body, his love, his friendship, and his trust. T.J. doesn't dare tell MacGowan that he's a tomcat on the inside, but soon finds he has no choice when MacGowan's developing wizard's powers force the issue. Not only is he unwittingly MacGowan's familiar, but MacGowan's powers make him unable to control his shape-shifting.<br /><br />A relationship's hard enough for an easy-going beach boy and a grumpy, closed-off bachelor. But what's a man to do when he's literally a tomcat?<br /><br />Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I'm not much of a cat-lover, sorry to all my feline-friendly folks out there, I'm a canine-lover all the way, but TJ was so awesome, I fell in love with him! When he's in kitty form, he's as adorable as he is sexy in his human form. The attraction between MacGowan and TJ is so strong that you know from the beginning it's going to be explosive and intense.<br /><br />Her characterizations though, are what I love most about her books. I fall into every single one of them because the characters are "real" and alive and in this case... furry, funny and slightly bitchy. Love it!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> They made it three steps into the minihallway before the smell of MacGowan, the heat rising off his skin and the nearness of his cock just barely tucked into his jeans, not to mention his roving hands everywhere on T.J.’s skin and the way they stopped step-by-step to crash their mouths together all combined in one<br />big burst of <em>want</em> and got to T.J.<br /><br />He stopped and pushed MacGowan to the wall. MacGowan cocked his head, pretended to be confused, given away by the dark, wicked tilt of his mouth. “Something wrong?”<br /><br />“Yes.” T.J. kissed him quick and dirty. MacGowan tasted of beer and steak, savory, good. “I’m not doing this yet.”<br /><br />“Not doing what?”<br /><br />“Let me demonstrate.” T.J. dropped to his knees and buried his face in MacGowan’s open fly.<br /><br />MacGowan made a noise no one could describe and bucked forward. He shoved his fingers through T.J.’s hair and gripped tight enough to make his scalp prickle deliciously. “Gonna do it?” he asked, gravel-voiced. “You like sucking cock that much?”<br /><br />T.J. put out the tip of his tongue and dragged it over the rise and curve of MacGowan’s darkening<br />erection. He tasted amazing. “What do you think?”<br /><br />“<em>Christ</em>,” MacGowan said. He tugged T.J.’s hair. “Stop. Don’t stop. I don’t care.”<br /><br />T.J. felt bigger than himself, as if there was too much need to be contained inside one body, like he’d explode. He nosed his way to MacGowan’s cockhead, took it between his lips, and sucked for all he was worth.<br /><br />MacGowan’s head hit the wall with a satisfying thud. “<em>Oh—</em>” He gripped the sides of T.J.’s head and pushed forward. “More.”<br /><br />T.J. hummed around his mouthful of cock, slid the seal of his lips down the heavy length until firm bluntness hit the back of his throat. He breathed in hungrily when wiry hair tickled his nose, and<br />swallowed.<br /><br />MacGowan jackknifed; he would have choked T.J. if T.J. hadn’t been prepared, hoping. He swallowed again, and a second time, exultant inside his head. Long dry spell or not, he hadn’t forgotten how to do <em>this</em>. Made a man feel like a man.<br /><br />Definitely not like a cat.<br /><br />“More,” MacGowan gritted out. He drew back to thrust forward, the path slippery with spit and precum. His cock pulsed in T.J.’s mouth, heavy on his tongue. T.J. drew off to taste him and rolled the salty traces over his taste buds while he moaned and craved more, and still more.<br /><br />For the fun of it—if he was going to be this crazy, he’d do it right—he dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of MacGowan’s shaft and tickled under the head, teasing the thick vein beneath.<br /><br />MacGowan giggled.<br /><br />Okay, not the reaction he’d hoped for. T.J. drew off with an obscene sucking <em>pop</em>, not sure if he should be offended but leaning strongly in that direction. “This is funny to you?”<br /><br />MacGowan shook his head, but merriment brought out a dimple in his cheek no matter how he tried to hide it. “Tickles,” he managed.<br /><br /><em>Tickles? What the—oh, no no no</em>—T.J. tested the rasp, and a rasp it was, of his tongue over his lips. Cat tongue, rough and sandpapery, and if that was what MacGowan called tickling he didn’t want to contemplate the limits of the guy’s pain threshold. He scrubbed the back of his hand over his tongue until all he tasted was his own skin and the traces of MacGowan’s fragrance, and until the flesh was smooth and sleek once more.<br /><br />“Hey.” MacGowan used his grip on T.J.’s head to tilt it up and look directly at him.<br /><br />The heat, the blind need, tempered by confusion—T.J. hitched forward, grunted, and almost lost it there without a hand on him, not even his own. His cock pushed insistently at his open fly, demanded to be released from the constriction, precum wet on his belly and his head swimming. MacGowan prodded the join of his jaw. “Didn’t say you had to stop.”<br /><br />T.J. fought to keep it in, to rein it back. “Want to come like this?” he asked, voice wrecked from the thickness of MacGowan’s cock thrust down his throat, the rasp thrumming through his bones. “Yes or no?”<br /><br />“No. Don’t want to come before I’m in you,” MacGowan said, thumbing T.J.’s cheeks. “Get up. Move. <em>Now</em>.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3550852616404479179?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-38615491341727940712009-10-26T22:05:00.000-04:002009-11-03T22:07:36.507-05:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5850158.The_Ultimate_Kink" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Ultimate Kink (Quinn Security, #2)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1227346500l/5850158.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5850158.The_Ultimate_Kink">The Ultimate Kink</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane">Cameron Dane</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/76646276">5 of 5 stars</a><br />Okay, pick your jaws up off the floor and hear me out a sec, will ya? Yes, I actually read a het book and dammit, I liked it. Sue me for enjoying a truly kinky book like only <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane" title="Cameron Dane">Cameron Dane</a> can bring!<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Previous Book: Finding Home<br />Genre: BDSM Romantic Suspense<br />Length: Novel Plus<br /><br />Partners in Quinn Security, there isn't anything Canin Quinn and Kasey Jordan won't do for the good of the company. Anything.<br /><br />The job: Catch a serial rapist before he attacks again.<br /><br />The plan: Go undercover in a sex club, the source of the attacks…posing as husband and wife.<br /><br />Canin and Kasey spend a lot of their time exchanging sharp-tongued jabs. At the same time, Canin has been nursing a simmering attraction for the tough-as-nails, secretive Kasey. By moving into her apartment as part of their cover, Canin will take this gift-wrapped opportunity to change their friendship to something much more intimate.<br /><br />Kasey has her reasons for keeping Canin at arms length, knowing that he could never accept her as a partner if he understood her most private needs. Working undercover together will test her ability to keep her secrets safe from the man whose respect she craves more than anything else in her life.<br /><br />The sex club opens a world of bondage and voyeurism, as well as a host of other fetishes...and reveals secrets that neither of them ever thought they would share with another soul. This job will expose them to their ultimate kinks.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> Fetish play is not easy to write in a romance book. I don't care who you are, it's hard to write it well and not get lost in the play and forget that the story is first and foremost a romance story. In <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= The Ultimate Kink" title=" The Ultimate Kink"> The Ultimate Kink</a>, Dane not only makes the play hot to read but as mesmerizing as it would be to watch live.<br /><br />Add to the conflict a rape, a history of abuse and a phobia that has paralyzed Kasey from truly enjoying a lover ever in her life and you've got a recipe for a page-turning romance that will leave you flushed, breathless and seeking iced drinks in the middle of winter.<br /><br />Oh, did I mention dildo play? Oh yeah... Dane totally owns my soul!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> He wanted her. He fucking wanted her so damn bad. That, he could handle. He was a guy. He often pictured himself in a sexual situation with Kasey; that had been happening since pretty much the day they met when she interviewed for a job in his and Rhone’s security firm some seven years ago. Now, thanks to “The Happy Couple,” as Canin liked to call the other half of their team, Canin pictured more than animal sex with Kasey; he had dreams of what it would feel like to wake up with her in his bed, what his home would look like with her stuff mixed in with his. Damn it, he was thirty-seven fucking years old. He refused to start pining for someone at this stage in his life.<br /><br /><em>Wham!</em> Out of the blue, a steel grip locked around Canin’s wrist and pulled his arm back at an unnatural angle. <em>What the fuck?</em> A second later, two kicks to the backs of his knees took his legs out for a hairsbreadth, just enough for a body to shove him over the hood of his truck, pressing him into the cold metal.<br /><br />“You don’t get to walk away from me.” Kasey’s throaty, sultry voice warmed Canin’s ear, stroking sizzling lines of fire through his blood, cranking his cock back up to full attention. “Not without letting me return the favor.” She yanked on the arm she had pinned behind his back, pulling hard enough to make him wince, but not enough to do any real damage. Snaking her hand around his waist, she left him tantalized with awareness as she worked open the leather and buckle of his belt.<br /><br />She got his jeans open and pushed them and his underwear down just past his thighs. Sparing him no mercy, she pulled on his stiff prick, making him groan as she squeezed him near the base.<br /><br />“We’re in a fucking parking lot, Kasey,” he muttered, trying desperately to blink back the pleasure she drew out of him with little more than a handshake on his dick. The metal under his cheek warmed with his body temperature, something that spiked in steadying degrees every time he saw a couple enter or exit the club out of the corner of his eye. “At least get me in the car before you exact your revenge.”<br /><br />“You mean like you did for me?” True anger laced her voice, striking Canin hard in his chest. She put her hand against his mouth, palm flat. “Lick it,” she ordered, pushing into him from behind, almost as if she would fuck him if she had the equipment. “Get it all nice and wet, unless you want me to jerk you off dry.”<br /><br />Jesus Christ, her mouth made him so fucking hot he didn’t even think of disobeying. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm, twitching the tip over her skin with the slightest touch. Feeling her jerk against his back made him smile, drawing him so into her and her responses that they could have gathered a crowd of hundreds to watch them and he wouldn’t know it. He cared only about her. About pleasing her and giving her back her pride.<br /><br />Whatever it took.<br /><br />Canin took a couple of good swipes along the length of her palm with the flat of his tongue, transferring the saltiness of perspiration and a hint of orange from the screwdriver she had ordered in the club from her skin to his taste buds. His blood thickening right where he lay, Canin maneuvered his lips and slid two of her long fingers into his mouth and sucked, slicking her digits up with saliva simply because he wanted to, thoughts of it eventually leading to his own pleasure long gone from his mind. He nibbled and licked on her fingers, and worked in a third for the same treatment, all the while cognizant and focused on the rise and fall of her breasts and belly against his back, hitching every once in a while with shortness of breath that he felt against his ear. She may have come out here for payback, but damn it, she liked having his mouth on her flesh. He wanted it there too. All over, with clothing completely removed.<br /><br />Kasey sank even deeper into him, her hand holding his arm between them the only thing that prevented a full-on blanketing of his body by hers. She had her legs between the spread eagle of his, and with the mile-long endless length of her legs, her crotch rubbed against his bare ass, driving him nuts with fucking sensitivity. He’d never had anybody play seriously with his backdoor before, but right now he swore if Kasey produced a strap-on and said she wanted to do him right here, he would beg her to split him open and take him however she wanted. He trembled a little bit just thinking about it, and that seemed to snap Kasey out of whatever private fantasy she had running on a loop in her head.<br /><br />“Enough, enough. That’s plenty good enough to do the job.” She pulled her fingers from between his suctioning lips, creating a little popping sound in the shadowed darkness of the parking lot. “You don’t get to come by your own lurid imagination tonight, Quinn.” She slid her hand around his eager and ready dick. “You have to come because of me.” With that, she started to pull on his rigid length.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3861549134172794071?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-11087086074645931592009-10-25T16:41:00.000-04:002009-10-25T16:42:23.008-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3813926.Finding_Home" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Finding Home (Quinn Security, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1216517363l/3813926.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3813926.Finding_Home">Finding Home</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane">Cameron Dane</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/75679095">5 of 5 stars</a><br />Yes, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane" title="Cameron Dane">Cameron Dane</a> owns my soul! I've said it, I can now live a happy, smutty life in the throes of this unending passion.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Picking pockets and stealing cars, Adam Reyes does what he must to survive. Working Chicago's O'Hare airport, he feels pretty confident when he spots his next mark.<br /><br />Security expert Rhone Quinn can't believe the wiry kid who grabs his cell phone almost gets away with it. Logic says turn the teen over to the cops, but Rhone is a man who trusts his instincts, and his gut tells him to offer the young man a job and a chance to begin a new life. Little does Rhone know that when he makes that choice it will forever change his life, too.<br /><br />Over the years that follow a mentor relationship turns into a unique, abiding friendship. It eventually leads to true equality between Rhone and Adam when Adam becomes a full partner in Quinn Security. Unbeknownst to Rhone, as time passes by, Adam is also falling deeply in love. With Rhone. Who isn't gay. And who doesn't know that Adam is.<br /><br />Then, one day, Rhone discovers the truth. Will Rhone's new awareness of Adam's feelings bind the men together even more intimately, or tear them apart for good?</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> Shit! What DIDN'T I love about this book? Um... let's see... dildo-play: love it; gay for you: love it; fucking in front of a mirror: <a href="http://www.thequidditchpitch.org/viewstory.php?sid=1445">YOU KNOW I LOVE IT</a>!<br /><br />I picked this book up last night at 11:30 PM and finished it in a few hours. Couldn't put it down. Didn't want to. I love the way you grow up with Adam and see their mutual attraction grow and the moment it hits Rhone that he's in love with Adam... like a Mack truck to the chest! Dayum!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Adam cried out with forbidden delight as the dildo shafted his ass yet again.<br /><br />“Say his name!” Kasey’s throaty, feminine voice assaulted his ears. She worked him over from behind, swirling the fake dick in his tingling channel, sending frissons of delight down his bare legs and into his toes. “Tell me who you want!”<br /><br />“No!” Adam curled his fingers around the edge of his desk, squeezing hard enough to cut into his skin. “I won’t.” He pushed back on the false cock, so close in size and shape to what he really wanted, letting it fill him to the brim. “Please.” He whimpered as Kasey punished him by pulling the invasion away. “I can’t.”<br /><br />“You can.” Kasey’s hand traveled up his sweaty back, but she didn’t have the size or roughness he needed to arouse his senses in any way. She tunneled her fingers through his hair gently, then grabbed hold tight and yanked his head back. He looked into her girl-next-door face and fiery green eyes. “Because I’m getting damn tired of doing this for you, Reyes, damned tired.”<br />She jammed the thick, long toy back inside him to the base, as she had done to him for almost a year. “Ahhh!” Adam howled at the deep penetration, his office door flying open at the exact same time.<br /><br />“Where’s the fire, Adam? What the hell is TechCor having a fit about now?” Rhone bitched. He took in the scene before him and raced across the office. “What the hell are you doing to him?” He pulled Kasey off Adam and pushed her across the room. His severely handsome face twisted, mottling with rage. “You get the hell out of here right now, Kasey. We’ll buy you out within a week. Don’t you dare step foot in this building again.”<br /><br />“No, Rhone, no.” Panic and mortification filled Adam, but he forced his naked body in front of Kasey’s like a shield. “It’s not her fault. She only did what I asked.”<br /><br />Rhone’s lips narrowed down to a hard line. “Fine,” he bit off, the word a bullet in the over-bright, silent office. The entire floor seemed to echo the sound of Rhone’s displeasure throughout its empty halls. “But you get the hell out of here, anyway, Kasey.” He pointed at the door. “You’re not the one I need to talk to right now.”<br /><br />Kasey nodded, offering Adam a small smile as she slipped out, closing the door behind her.<br /><br />Squeezing his eyes shut, Adam willed this moment away to another of his many nightmares of Rhone discovering what Adam was. More, what Adam felt. For Rhone.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-1108708607464593159?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-69245667070375768622009-10-21T22:39:00.000-04:002009-10-25T16:40:23.353-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6635954-tempestuous-relations" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Tempestuous Relations" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1248279250l/6635954.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6635954-tempestuous-relations">Tempestuous Relations</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/531738.Amanda_Young">Amanda Young</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74098871">3 of 5 stars</a><br />This is a down-and-dirty short story with a great plot and delicious taboo elements that are great for a quick read at work during your break or at lunch. Just don't blame me if you return back to your desk with a grin on your face and quizzical look on your coworker's faces. ;)<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Dominic Mackenzie isn’t too proud to take advantage of the local gloryhole. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing better than a warm, wet mouth without any strings attached. It’s only by accident that he discovers the shocking identity of the man on his knees. Once the secret’s out, then all bets are off.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I really liked the way <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/11654.Meg_Cabot" title="Meg Cabot">Amanda Young</a> wove this story's plot so well into the fabric of the story that as it starts to unravel you're going, "I knew it" but still glad about your assumption. Kind of like a kid bouncing up and down as he opens the Christmas present he shook the night before and finds the toy he KNEW would be in there. Can't go wrong with twincest-gloryhole-porn, can you? ;)<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Upon entering the bathroom, Dom was relieved to find it seemingly deserted. Amid the pungent aromas of sweat, piss, and cum, he quickly made his way to the back and slipped inside the last stall on the left. Although the room remained silent, a pair of scuffed sneakers could be seen beneath the panel separating his compartment from the next.<br /><br />A shiver crept down his spine and lodged in his balls as he thought about what might happen in the near future. Things would either go well, as they had in the past, or he would find himself in a fantastically bad situation. If word of this spot had gotten out since the last time he’d come by, there was every likelihood that he might get his ass arrested. He could easily imagine a police sting being arranged to capture all the deviant men like himself who took advantage of a little anonymous action within the rest area’s semiprivate environment. Although it wouldn’t be the first time he’d found himself on the wrong side of the law, he didn’t relish the thought of being hauled in to the police station for lewd behavior. The rumor mill would decimate him faster than any outlandish charges the court system slung his way.<br /><br />Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to turn back now. His dick was like steel inside his jeans. It knew what was up and wouldn’t accept any less than the warm, wet mouth that had serviced him so well in recent months. Actually, for all he knew it might be different men.<br /><br />Frankly, he didn’t want to attach a face with the mouth that sucked him off. That would make the dude too real. As it stood, Dom could come in, blow his load, and leave. He didn’t have to make small talk or any of the inane gestures that came with meeting someone and trying to get into their pants.<br /><br />Dom turned to face the dividing wall. A lewd hole the size of an orange was carved in the metal to the left of the broken toilet paper holder. He tapped his foot, impatience welling inside him as he waited for the stranger to make his move.<br /><br />After only a moment, a slim finger with a square, trimmed nail appeared through the hole and made a come-hither motion. Not wasting any time, Dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He gave himself a nice hard stroke from root to tip, stepped forward, and slid his erection through the hole.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-6924566707037576862?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-21974257450845677552009-10-20T22:14:00.001-04:002009-10-20T22:16:00.936-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6235225.A_Fostered_Love" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="A Fostered Love" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1237874462l/6235225.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6235225.A_Fostered_Love">A Fostered Love</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane">Cameron Dane</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74750325">5 of 5 stars</a><br />I had to walk away from my computer for several minutes to catch my breath, wipe the drool from my face and splash cold water on my face to keep the flush from rising up my neck again after I finished reading <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane" title="Cameron Dane">Cameron Dane</a>'s amazingly scorching <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2743.The_Lost_Boy_A_Foster_Child_s_Search_for_the_Love_of_a_Family" title="The Lost Boy A Foster Child's Search for the Love of a Family by Dave Pelzer">A Fostered Love</a>. <br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Christian Sanchez never thought he would see Jonah Roberts again. Foster brothers for a short time as teens, Christian developed a massive crush on Jonah, his tough, older roommate. That all ended when the cops came and arrested Jonah, stealing him from Christian’s uncertain world.<br /><br />Jonah never forgot Christian, even though he cut off all contact with the boy. Jonah knew the kid with the crush on him would be better off forgetting that Jonah ever existed. Jonah stayed in contact with his foster mother Marisol, but refused to hear stories about Christian, and made the woman promise never to tell Christian anything about him.<br /><br />Fifteen years later, Marisol passes away. She leaves a request that Jonah come home and help Christian renovate her house. Jonah can’t refuse, even though he knows he will have to face Christian once again.<br /><br />Although they haven’t seen each other in years, neither man has forgotten the other. Neither man will deny Marisol her final request either…even if it means facing their past, working together, sharing the room they had as teens, getting to know one another now as men, and discovering that the brief friendship they shared has altered into a consuming, abiding love.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> It's no secret that I love rough, unadulterated passion in the books I read and while I'm not averse to a bit of romantic fluff between my men, I love when the fires ignite and they can't wait a moment longer before claiming each other... devouring each other completely. In all honesty, I like it when my men fuck like men and are rough, strong and uninhibited. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1585457.Cameron_Dane" title="Cameron Dane">Cameron Dane</a> does that beautifully. While the many euphemisms for a good fucking abound, in her prose, they're not cheesy or Harlequinesque in any way. It's one of the many reasons, I loved this book. I'm still not sure why others only gave it 3 stars when every element of a good romance existed within the story and was heightened by raw, male sexual need. I wouldn't just recommend this book to my friends, I'd buy it for them with a few pillow packs of lube, and send them on their merry way.<br /><br /><font color="red">Warning: The excerpt is long and scorching!</font><br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Christian grabbed Jonah’s hand, shoved it down over his cock, and very efficiently found the one way to shut Jonah up. Like the other morning, Christian covered Jonah’s hand and helped him find the right stroke, hissing and jerking when Jonah took over the task. Christian’s visible response pulled an answering one out of Jonah, stiffening his prick to the point where it pressed painfully against his jeans.<br /><br />“Oh yeah.” Christian rocked into Jonah’s rubbing. “Just like that.” Leaning into Jonah’s body, Christian lifted on his toes until his mouth grazed Jonah’s ear. “Look at me.” He grinned against Jonah’s neck; Jonah could feel it. Just as quickly, Christian nipped Jonah’s flesh. He then took Jonah’s belt buckle in hand, working it out of the loop. “Look me in the eyes, Jonah” -- he undid Jonah’s button and slid his zipper down -- “so I can say yes.”<br /><br />Groaning with need, Jonah turned his head and dipped down, searching for Christian’s lips. His cheek grazed Christian’s damp hair and rubbed over his temple and face. He finally found Christian’s mouth and stole a biting kiss. Deepening the kiss, Jonah forced Christian’s lips apart, and Christian relented, accepting the rudimentary, overeager invasion of Jonah’s tongue. He even kissed Jonah back, holding him inside with suction on his tongue. Jonah’s legs nearly buckled, and he grabbed Christian around the waist, hauling him in, nearly as much to give Jonah support as to get Christian as close as possible in every single way.<br /><br />Jonah ran his hands down the base of Christian’s back and cupped his bare ass, letting the smooth, firm flesh singe his palms and set him on fire. He slid his fingers into Christian’s tight crease and grazed the man’s hole. He had never touched another person’s ass in such a way, but fuck, he already craved something more intimate. He wanted inside.<br /><br />“Jesus.” Breaking the kiss, panting to regain his breath, Jonah rubbed the tip of his pointer finger over the striated entrance again. At the same time, he licked Christian’s lower lip. “You feel as good as you taste.”<br /><br />Christian nibbled back on Jonah’s sensitized lips, and damn if Jonah couldn’t feel another small smile as he did it. “I just brushed my teeth.” Christian pulled at the hem of Jonah’s T-shirt and grazed his palms over Jonah’s stomach and chest as he pushed the fabric up, making Jonah shiver at the contact. “Everything is minty fresh.”<br /><br />“No, it’s not the toothpaste.” Jonah lifted his arms and let Christian remove his shirt. The material swept over his head and fell to the floor, and Jonah found Christian’s gaze again. His voice gruff, he added, “It’s you.”<br /><br />Light sparked in Christian’s eyes, turning them to the darkest chocolate. “God, man. The things you say… Damn it” -- he stepped back -- “look at what you do to me.”<br /><br />Almost afraid, Jonah took his first full viewing of Christian’s naked body, and it stole his very breath away. Dark tan skin pulled tightly over sinewy lines of muscle owed to Christian’s athletic background, a fitness he clearly maintained beyond his retirement from professional baseball. A smooth chest with tiny brown nipples gave way to a tapered, flat stomach, lightly hairy thighs, and big feet.<br /><br />His mouth dry as a bone, Jonah’s gaze traveled back up Christian’s legs, and he finally let himself stare openly at Christian’s prick: long, hard, and pointing north from within a tamed patch of dark hair. Jonah’s throat went from desert dry to full of saliva in a flash, just from looking at Christian’s erection. His own cock pushed equally fiercely, free from the confinement of zipped jeans but still trapped behind his underwear. Christian’s body posed a virtual smorgasbord of places Jonah wanted to stop and feast, but one overwhelming need hit him harder than all the rest. <em>I want my mouth full of his cock.</em><br /><br />“I’ve never hungered for someone before.” Jonah dropped to his knees on that confession. He felt almost as if he worshipped at the altar of another person’s body. More than that, his entire being responded to the almost-submissive thought, growing tight with the desire to possess and to be owned equally so. Christian’s stomach muscles quivered in front of Jonah, and a thick bead of precum grew on the tip of his cock, teasing Jonah’s newly unearthed needs. “But I can’t seem to stop wanting when it comes to you.”<br /><br />“Shit, Jonah…” Christian dug his fingers into Jonah’s hair and forced his face up. Jonah found dark eyes waiting for him, and he swore to God they saw past the confusion, defensiveness, and awkwardness, straight into the truth in Jonah’s soul, struggling to show itself to this one person. “The things you say.”<br /><br />Growling, panicked with this vulnerability, Jonah buried his face in Christian’s crotch, hiding and taking at the same time. He inhaled deeply, and the clean fragrance of soap and musky scent of man that could never be washed away filled Jonah’s nostrils, rushing through his system faster than the purest alcohol and intoxicating him as quickly. Christian’s hard, hot cock seared a burn mark into Jonah’s right cheek, enticing Jonah to turn his head and lick a line from base to tip and then engulf the dark head when taste testing wasn’t enough.<br /><br />“Oh, shit yeah…” Christian bucked in front of him and inadvertently shoved more of his dick into Jonah’s mouth. “More. Fuck, take more.”<br /><br />Jonah eagerly opened wider and did as asked, forcing nearly half of Christian’s cock past his lips. Salt, heat, and man burst on Jonah’s tongue, popping every taste bud and nerve ending in his mouth to excited life. He dug his fingers into Christian’s ass, holding him in place as he bobbed up and down Christian’s shaft, lapping and licking and sucking, anything that would give him more of Christian. Jonah didn’t know if he should move over Christian’s flesh or stay where he was in order to give Christian the most joy. For Jonah, he just wanted everything, all at the same time, so he sucked down Christian’s cock, only to drag all the way back up with a vacuum of tightness, and then take as much as he could back inside again.<br /><br />Rumbling noises of pleasure escaped Christian and spun through Jonah, making him dizzy. He didn’t know anything about giving anyone else pleasure, but every sound Christian made, and every time Christian pumped his hips into Jonah’s face with a little grinding motion, Jonah grew increasingly excited and wanted to do more, give more, make Christian feel more, anything that would help tie them together when they were apart.<br /><br /><em>Apart. No, please.</em> Jonah’s insides seized, and he doubled his efforts, suddenly almost panicked to make Christian come. He held Christian to him with a rough grip, one ass cheek clutched so tightly in each hand that he split Christian open in the back and inadvertently slipped his middle finger over Christian’s snug ring, filling Jonah with an aching desire to push through the snapped-shut bud. Jonah’s cock pounded with its own heartbeat in time with Christian’s, and he could think of nothing more perfect than getting inside Christian’s tight ass.<br /><br />Christian thrust back into Jonah’s blunt fingertip and circled his tight pucker against the pad. “Ah, God, yeah, I’m throbbing inside for you.” Christian reached back, pried Jonah’s hand off his ass, and brought it to Jonah’s face. “Wet it, wet it.” Christian didn’t wait for Jonah to help; he forced two of Jonah’s fingers into Jonah’s mouth next to Christian’s cock, stretching Jonah’s lips and jaw open even wider. Christian braced his free hand against the wall, hissing as he looked down at Jonah, cock and fingers shoved in his mouth. “God, you’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Wet your fingers. I want you in my ass.”<br /><br />Stuffed full, almost to the point of discomfort, Jonah had never felt more primal and sexual. He laved at his own fingers, tasting the saltiness of sweat and rich male musk. He somehow rolled his tongue around everything invading his mouth, slicking his fingers and Christian’s erection with so much saliva that it dripped down the corner of his mouth.<br /><br />Right then, Christian uttered, “Oh fuck, that’s good. Need you.” He dragged Jonah’s fingers back out, pushing them into the split of his ass again, and Jonah no longer cared about the picture he made. He had Christian’s cock taking over his mouth and his fingers against Christian’s asshole, with Christian holding his hand there. For the first time in his life, Jonah thought he found the person hiding inside him; he knew who he was supposed to be.<br /><br /><em>Christian’s man.</em><br /><br />Jonah shuddered, frightened to his core by the certainty of that thought living in his soul. Needing to hide, Jonah drove his middle finger through Christian’s sphincter and shoved his way home, breaching that tight barrier and invading the scorching channel on the other side.<br /><br />“Ahh! Fuck…fuck…” Christian’s asshole squeezed down on Jonah’s finger, sucking half of it inside, where Christian’s rectum immediately started rippling all around Jonah’s digit in shivery spasms.<br /><br />Instinct and the need to claim ownership took Jonah over completely, and he quickly started finger-fucking Christian’s ass in time with every suck on his cock, overwhelmed by the desire to bring Christian to his knees with pleasure. When Jonah pulled off Christian’s cock, he pushed his finger inside Christian’s ass, taking him until he could go no farther, and then pulled out his finger only to bob back in on Christian’s dick, letting Christian’s rigid thickness overtake his mouth again. Soon it wasn’t enough, and Jonah worked a second finger through Christian’s stretched ring. Christian whimpered in response, and Jonah’s own ass channel pulsed, shocking him with equal wanting. The thrill of thinking Christian would take his body in this same way rocked through Jonah at full force, and he redoubled his fucking efforts, sawing in and out faster, imagining that Christian did the exact thing to his ass.<br /><br />Jonah rubbed over a raised bump inside Christian, and the man rose up onto his toes and slammed his hand over Jonah’s fingers buried in his ass. “Don’t stop.” Christian frantically tried to guide Jonah’s fingers in and out of his anus, while simultaneously grinding his backside into the fucking. “Oh God. So close…so close… Please don’t ever stop.”<br /><br />Jonah tried to mumble, “Won’t,” but didn’t want to release Christian’s prick for even the second it would take to say the word. Christian pumped his hips furiously at Jonah’s face and continued to hold Jonah’s digits inside his rectum. His eyes glazed over and his mouth fell open, as if he struggled to take everything Jonah did to him. The sight of Christian was a picture of pure beauty to Jonah, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.<br /><br />He needed Christian to lose all control.<br /><br />Unsure, but unable to stop, Jonah breathed through his nose and loosened his jaw as much as he could, and this time when he went down on Christian’s cock, he kept right on going, struggling, but pushing the tip past his throat. At the same time, he forced a third finger into Christian’s tight ass and took him to the hilt.<br /><br />Christian doubled over and sank his fingers straight into Jonah’s scalp, digging deep. “Ohhhhh, shhhhittt…” His entire body jolted, his chute clamped down hard on Jonah’s fingers, and he moaned long and low in his throat, spewing ejaculate as he lost the battle and came. It seemed orgasm overtook Christian’s entire being; he filled Jonah’s throat with his hot essence, so much that it backwashed into Jonah’s mouth, where the bitter flavor covered Jonah’s tongue, cheeks, and even his teeth, tagging Jonah with ownership that he never knew he wanted.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-2197425745084567755?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-38715834319615189592009-10-20T09:52:00.002-04:002009-10-20T09:53:26.761-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6892415-love-like-ghosts" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Love, Like Ghosts (Bay City Paranormal Investigations, #7)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1253486374l/6892415.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6892415-love-like-ghosts">Love, Like Ghosts</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue">Ally Blue</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/71953430">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Ally Blue</a> delivers again with a new installment to her Bay City Paranormal Investigations series! As a huge fan of her works, I'm likely rather biased in my estimation of her talent but it is rare to find those authors whose books you KNOW (even before cracking them open) that you're going to love no matter what. All of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Ally Blue</a>'s books have been that way for me and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4465766.Kissing_Annabel_Love_Ghosts_and_Facial_Hair_A_Place_Like_This" title="Kissing Annabel Love, Ghosts, and Facial Hair; A Place Like This by Steven Herrick">Love Like Ghosts</a> is no exception.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Truth. Lies. A century-old mystery. What a tangled web…<br /><br />A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story.<br /><br />At age eleven, Adrian Broussard accidentally used his mind to open a portal to another dimension. Now, ten years later, he’s successfully harnessed his strong psychokinetic abilities. In the process, he’s learned the lessons which have become the guiding principles of his life. Absolute truth. Absolute control. Always.<br /><br />Sticking to his personal code of ethics has never been a problem, until two chance meetings—one with a hundred-year-old ghost, one with a handsome, very-much-alive man—turn his orderly existence upside down.<br /><br />Having grown up in a family of paranormal investigators, Adrian is intrigued by the spirit of Lyndon Groome and determined to solve the mystery of his death. Greg Woodhall, however, affects Adrian in unpredictable ways. Not only does his every touch challenge Adrian’s hard-won control over his abilities, his company quickly becomes a light in Adrian’s lonely life.<br /><br />As the mystery surrounding Lyndon’s death turns sinister, Adrian’s relationship with Greg deepens into something serious. Something Adrian wants to keep. But intimacy isn’t as easy as honesty, and when the heart’s involved, the line between right and wrong can blur.<br /><br /><font color="red">Warning: This book contains a gory ghost, a haunted castle, nerdy college parties and gay sex enhanced by psychic powers. </font></em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I always have a hard time zeroing in on ONE thing I like about <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Ally Blue</a>'s books but I suppose that for this one, what I loved most was seeing Adrian all grown up. It was also the hardest thing to do having read the series and leaving him in 2005 as a scared but powerful eleven-year-old.<br /><br />While I recommend reading the entire series, it's not required to enjoy this one. You understand from the very beginning the struggles Adrian has with his powers and his need to keep a tight control on his abilities. The relationship between Greg and Adrian is a rollercoaster ride through a disturbing funhouse with gory ghosts, secrets and the constant ups and downs of the turmoil any partner has when faced with needing to keep a part of themselves secret. It's a great ghost story and an even better love story. Don't miss this one!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> With Greg finally naked—except for the jeans crumpled around his left calf—Adrian planted both hands on Greg’s splayed legs and held him still so he could get a good look. God, the sight of all that smooth, pale skin exposed just for him made him want to lick, to bite, to taste. Especially Greg’s cock, lying flushed and rock hard against his belly. Fine golden hairs downed the balls drawn up tight against Greg’s body.<br /><br />Adrian dipped his head, nuzzled between Greg’s thighs and breathed deep. The sharp musk of sexual arousal shot straight to his groin. Pushing Greg’s legs farther apart, Adrian sucked one testicle into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue to savor the taste of warm skin and dried sweat.<br /><br />The wail he got as a result had him fighting to keep from coming, and he knew he’d better hurry if he wanted to actually get inside Greg before he lost it. With a quick swipe of his tongue up the length of Greg’s cock—because how could he resist?—he sat up on his knees, undid his jeans and shoved pants and underwear down over his hips. His prick sprang free to sway in front of him. His damp skin was so sensitive even the brush of the air nearly undid him. He bit his lip and hung on with every ounce of his hard-won control.<br /><br />“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice trembling almost as much as his fingers.<br /><br />Greg folded both legs up and rolled onto his knees and elbows. He shot Adrian a fevered look over his shoulder. “Hurry.”<br /><br />Adrian stared at the tiny pink whorl of Greg’s anus. It always amazed him that something the size of an erect human penis would actually fit in there.<br /><br /><em>But it does. And you’re wasting time thinking when you could be fucking.</em><br /><br />This time the voice in Adrian’s head sounded so much like Sean it was disturbing. Shoving the thought to the back of his mind, Adrian retrieved the condom packet from the floor and tore it open. He managed to roll the rubber over his erection on the first try in spite of the way his hands shook. He ripped the lube packet open with his teeth. There didn’t seem to be much in it. Dropping the packet, he slicked a finger with saliva and pushed it inside Greg in one slow, smooth motion.<br /><br />“Oh, fuck yes.” Greg’s hands clenched the fabric of the futon. His spine bowed, his hips rocking backward to force Adrian’s finger deeper. “More.”<br /><br />A great fist took hold of Adrian’s insides and squeezed. Leaning forward, he lapped at Greg’s hole where it stretched around the invading digit. Once he had the entire area dripping wet, he pulled his finger out enough to slip a second one in beside it. Resting his cheek against Greg’s ass, Adrian pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, twisting and scissoring. If he didn’t get his cock inside Greg soon, he thought he might explode. He was certain Greg would, considering some of the barely coherent threats being hurled at him in between the moans and wails and pleas for more. But he’d never forgive himself if he rushed things and ended up hurting Greg. So he worked Greg open with as much patience as he could muster, stroking Greg’s cock with his free hand and trying to ignore the ache in his crotch.<br /><br />Finally, after what seemed like ages but probably wasn’t more than a few seconds, Adrian felt the tightness in Greg’s muscles ease. He stuck the tip of his thumb in and spread his fingers apart, just to be sure. The little opening fluttered and stretched, and Greg let out a pitiful mewl. “God, Adrian, please?”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3871583431961518959?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-36268079772738000542009-10-16T14:01:00.001-04:002009-10-16T14:02:42.050-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/783745.Love_s_Evolution" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Love's Evolution" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1178309405l/783745.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/783745.Love_s_Evolution">Love's Evolution</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue">Ally Blue</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64790993">5 of 5 stars</a><br />Okay, so I know I'm biased in my reviews of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Ally Blue</a>'s books mainly because I have yet to find a book of hers I haven't thoroughly enjoyed. So when I started reading <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/783745.Love_s_Evolution" title="Love's Evolution by Ally Blue">Love's Evolution</a> I went into it knowing I'd likely enjoy it.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Love is the journey of a lifetime. Chris Tucker is a cultured and sophisticated gentleman. Matt Gallagher is a pierced and tattooed wild child. Not exactly the pair you¿d expect to become a couple. But the sparks fly between them from the moment they meet, and the fire never goes out. Through the first rush of attraction to falling in love, through jealousy and sexual experimentation and a life-threatening injury, the bond they share grows and deepens. Come along with Matt and Chris on their journey, and share their joys and heartaches, from their first hello to happily ever after and everything in between. <font color="red">Warning, this title contains the following: explicit homoerotic sex, graphic language, and M/M/M ménage a trois.</font></em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> This book is truly a journey. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue" title="Ally Blue">Ally Blue</a> grabs you by the <s>balls</s> hips and guides you through a relationship from that initial spark of attraction to that moment of bliss where you know everything and everyone around you could fall away but having your love's desire in your arms is all you need. I smiled and gasped and got teary-eyed through the journey as if I were standing with Chris and Matt through it all.<br /><br />I loved that you really see their love evolve and through it all, as the reader, you remain in Chris' mind. While I don't mind switching POVs I love the way you see and feel everything as Chris does. I think it makes the reader more than a voyeur, you're now a part of these characters' lives and they're not just flat on a page... they're alive and in charge! :D Choosing one excerpt for this review is the hardest part (pun very much intended) in this book because there are so many scenes I love! My apologies Ally for posting so much in the excerpt but I absolutely loved this scene! I was laughing so hard, I had tears rolling down my face.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Chris glanced toward the back of the restaurant. With the camera moved to catch Troy’s relatively good side, he could see Matt’s colorful form lounging in his chosen booth. Troy and the crew wouldn’t notice him unless they turned around and looked for him on purpose. Chris liked having Matt there, his own private ray of sunshine. He smiled. Matt smiled back and waved at him.<br /><br />“Mr. Tucker.” Troy sounded more than a little put out. Chris shook himself and turned to the sour-faced man sitting across from him. “If you could tear your attention away from your…your friend over there, we have an interview to do.”<br /><br />“Of course.” Chris forced a smile. “I’m ready.”<br /><br />“Okay, people,” Byron called. “Ready to roll. And…go.”<br /><br />Troy’s face broke into a bright, cheerful smile and his beady little eyes twinkled at the camera. “Hello again, and welcome back to ‘At Your Leisure’. You’ve just witnessed one of the most popular and sought-after activities in Asheville—Chef Chris Tucker’s famous cooking class. Today, we made a dark chocolate and red wine fondue, and let me tell you, it was out of this world.”<br /><br />Turning toward Chris, he leaned forward in a patently false attempt at casualness. Chris resisted the urge to recoil.<br /><br />“Chef Tucker,” Troy enthused, “that fondue was fabulous.”<br /><br />Chris gave him a cool smile. “Thank you very much, Mr. Waters. It’s my own recipe.”<br /><br />“I hear that you have a most unusual secret ingredient, could you share that with our audience?”<br /><br />“Certainly. I use just a bit of chili powder.”<br /><br />Troy pulled a surprised face so fake Chris had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. The entire crew, of course, already knew what the “secret” ingredient was. He glanced over at the corner booth behind Troy’s head. Matt shoved an invisible knife through his own heart and collapsed dramatically over the table. Chris smiled.<br /><br />“Chili powder?” Troy was saying. “My goodness, that is different. Why chili powder? What does it add to the taste?”<br /><br />Chris watched out of the corner of his eye as Matt, recovered from his fatal wound, shrugged out of his leather jacket and started undoing the buttons on his sheer red shirt. “Well,” Chris began, “even though we use dark instead of milk chocolate, it is still chocolate, and we use a sweet red wine in the recipe, so…”<br /><br />Matt, hidden in his corner and unnoticed by anyone but his lover, chose that moment to wet a finger in his mouth and rub his pierced nipple into a hard little bud. Chris stared, his train of thought momentarily derailed.<br /><br />“Yes?” Troy prompted. “You were saying?”<br /><br />“Oh, er…y-yes.” Chris’s gaze remained locked onto Matt, who was tugging at his nipple ring and enjoying it very much, judging by his flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Yes, well, the sauce can become too sweet, you see. That’s why I hit on the idea of chili powder a few years ago. It adds just the right amount of spice.”<br /><br />Matt leaned back against the dark red leather of the booth, unzipped his pants—the purple leather ones, Chris noted without surprise—and shoved his hand down the front. Chris gulped. He was having a great deal of difficulty keeping his eyes on the man interviewing him when the man he loved more than anything in life was playing with himself in the corner.<br />“And why is that bit of spice important?”<br /><br />Chris stared straight at Troy for a moment. “If you have nothing but sweetness, it’s boring, isn’t it? A little spice keeps things exciting.”<br /><br />Troy made a face that would most likely have to be edited out later, but Chris scarcely noticed. His attention was fixed on Matt’s hand caressing his erect cock. Chris licked his lips.<br /><br />“Mr. Tucker?”<br /><br />Chris jumped a little and tried to focus on the interview.<br /><br />“Hm? Yes?” He smiled brightly and Troy gave a barely perceptible sigh.<br /><br />“I was asking,” the journalist said, laying the patience on extra-thick, “what drew you to cooking as a profession?”<br /><br />Matt spread his legs and thrust his hips up, pushing into his own hand. Chris pinched himself under the table to keep from getting completely lost in the sight.<br /><br />“Well,” he answered, “I, I’ve always enjoyed playing with my…with my food.”<br /><br />Matt dipped a finger into the pre-come dripping from his cock and slid the sticky digit into his mouth. A jolt of desire shot through Chris.<br /><br />“That is to say,” he stammered, “I’ve always enjoyed being creative with food, making up recipes and so forth, ever since I was a child. I suppose it’s just something you’re born with, because I don’t remember ever…ever feeling…any other way… Oh dear…”<br /><br />Matt was on his knees in the booth now, with his pants shoved down around his thighs, pumping his cock hard with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack with pleasure. Chris stared and felt his own member spring to life.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3626807977273800054?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-24659895424112941672009-10-16T11:33:00.002-04:002009-10-16T11:35:02.022-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3214712.Tech_Support" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Tech Support" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1208520595l/3214712.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3214712.Tech_Support">Tech Support</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles">Jet Mykles</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74099132">4 of 5 stars</a><br />This was my first read of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles" title="Jet Mykles">Jet Mykles</a> and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed my foray into her world. I'd seen her books and posts at the <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/">Fiction with Friction</a> and have been intrigued by the covers and summaries but never got around to reading the books I'd purchased. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Tech Support" title=" Tech Support"> Tech Support</a> has been on my iPod Touch for several months and I can't believe I waited so long to read it!<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Aaron is a whiz with computers but horrible with people. Painfully shy, it’s sometimes all he can do to communicate when he’s face to face with anyone. The fact that he has unusually red hair and gorgeous green eyes only makes it worse because people don’t want him to hide.<br /><br />But then he’s called upon to troubleshoot a problem with the laptop of Yoshiki Fukui, a big shot executive with his company. Ki is brash, outgoing and painfully handsome and just being in his presence makes Aaron all jittery.<br /><br />When Ki asks Aaron to help him set up a state-of-the-art entertainment system in his new house, Aaron can’t resist the lure. Little does he suspect that Ki’s got more than just technical help in mind.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> Mykles has a great storytelling ability that draws you into the story from the beginning. Her characters are very manga-esque in their descriptions (the beautiful, almost androgynous and shy uke that falls for the very manly seme) and Aaron and Ki fit those molds perfectly! The angst in the story plays beautifully against the extremely erotic scenes she weaves.<br /><br />This was a great introduction to the amazing talent of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/49028.Jet_Mykles" title="Jet Mykles">Jet Mykles</a> and I'm looking forward to reading her other works.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Aaron shuddered when Ki’s teeth closed gently but firmly on his neck. <em>Yoshiki</em>, his brain murmured as Ki’s lips closed the seal. The suction as he drew in made Aaron moan and clench at the other man’s shoulders. The words “need to have you” followed that terribly erotic name in Aaron’s bewildered mind, releasing his reluctance in a rush of desire. He wanted the man, but was he prepared for what that meant?<br /><br />One of Ki’s hands slid from underneath Aaron to tug up his t-shirt. Ki’s lips reclaimed Aaron’s again as that hand slid over bare skin. Aaron gave up the fight entirely and wrapped his arms around Ki’s neck, sucking in the tongue that pushed into his mouth. It was Ki’s turn to moan. When Ki rocked his hips against Aaron’s again, Aaron met the move, bending his knees to make his groin more of a cradle for Ki.<br /><br />Ki broke from the kiss with a sharp inhalation. Aaron panted, eyes closed and bearings shot. Ki shifted lower, pushing Aaron’s t-shirt up to his armpits. Aaron gasped when Ki’s tongue teased his taut nipple. Ki scraped his nails lightly down Aaron’s torso, making the redhead quiver; then he followed the movement at a more leisurely pace with his lips and tongue. Aaron’s legs moved at Ki’s command, adjusting so that when the blond finally backed away far enough, he ended up kneeling between Aaron’s thighs.<br /><br />Green eyes met black over the length of Aaron’s bare torso. Ki grinned, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both Aaron’s shorts and the underwear beneath. Aaron bit his lip but didn’t protest, which only made Ki’s grin grow. Ki pulled the clothing out and carefully down, encouraging Aaron’s dick to nudge free of its confines and lay red and hard against his naturally hairless belly. Ki hummed his appreciation, but took the time to fully remove Aaron’s shorts and underwear before settling down on knees and elbows between Aaron’s thighs.<br /><br />“Ki?”<br /><br />Ki dragged his tongue up the crease between thigh and groin before he looked up at Aaron’s face. “Aaron.”<br /><br />“I ...”<br /><br />One dark eyebrow arched a question, but when Aaron couldn’t form words, Ki’s smile warmed. “Don’t worry about a thing, beautiful. Just enjoy.” He glanced down at the twitching dick lying before him. “I will.”<br /><br />Aaron clutched the couch beneath him. Ki lowered his head. This time he dragged the flat of his tongue up Aaron’s cock from base to tip. Aaron cried out, instinctively arching off the couch. Ki chuckled, grabbing hold of his hips to press them back down before he repeated the lick. Aaron had never felt anything more heavenly. Long before Ki suckled the tip into his mouth, Aaron’s eyes closed and his brain scattered into a million pieces.<br /><br />“Yoshiki,” he moaned, hardly aware that he used Ki’s full name. But the effect on Ki was immediately apparent. The blond growled softly, fingers clutching Aaron’s hips. Because Aaron’s dick was shoved deep in Ki’s mouth at the time, the rumbling made him cry the man’s full name again. Suction. Pure, raw, head-bobbing suction in a relentless, unending rhythm. Wonderful. Horrible. “Ki, I’m ... I can’t hold ...”<br /><br />His dick popped briefly out of Ki’s wet mouth to allow him to snap, “Do it.” Then it was back. The sucking. The pure heaven. The maddening push until Aaron could no longer control it. His balls drew up, his hips fought Ki’s hold, and with one agonized scream, he came in Ki’s suckling, swallowing mouth.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-2465989542411294167?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-36662684780580184172009-10-10T17:02:00.001-04:002009-10-10T17:02:45.339-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6803752-broken" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Broken" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1252127585l/6803752.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6803752-broken">Broken</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1386480.Sage_Whistler">Sage Whistler</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/73978434">4 of 5 stars</a><br />When <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1386480.Sage_Whistler" title="Sage Whistler">Sage Whistler</a> posted on her <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.sagewhistler.net/">site</a> that this publication had been accepted by <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/">Total-e-Bound</a>, I was excited beyond belief! I'd read <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/91981.The_Dragonbone_Chair_Memory_Sorrow_and_Thorn_1_" title="The Dragonbone Chair (Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, #1) by Tad Williams">Torn</a> and was madly in love with her twincest stories and wanted more. I'm a twincest whore and will not deny it. Taboo story? Bring it on!<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Sometimes bravery and love are one and the same.<br /><br />Gabriel and Tristan Stalling parted ways seven years ago when their father kicked Gabriel out of the house for being gay. The years that passed were hard on both brothers. Tristan was left with his guilt and shame for not sticking up for his twin, the relentless need to please their parents, and the gnawing ache for his other half.<br /><br />Gabriel manages to make his dreams of becoming a rockstar come true, but with his fame comes drugs and meaningless sex as he tries to drown out the hurt he feels when Tristan abandoned him.<br /><br />As fate would have it, the Stalling twins are about to get one last chance to make things right. Both Gabriel and Tristan will be tested as never before. Not only will they have to make a choice between giving in to a love so taboo it can never be revealed or spending their lives forever broken, but they will also have to face the ghosts of their past, even the ones with the power to destroy them. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> Really, there was very little that I DIDN'T like and I devoured this novella in several hours then went back and savored a few chapters again. Whistler has the uncanny ability to transport you into her stories with such ease that the world hare characters live in is both palpable and realistic.<br /><br />The only thing I have to say kept this from being a five-star for me was the fact that her twins in <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Broken" title=" Broken"> Broken</a> and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/91981.The_Dragonbone_Chair_Memory_Sorrow_and_Thorn_1_" title="The Dragonbone Chair (Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, #1) by Tad Williams">Torn</a> are almost as identical as their counterparts are. You have the reserved twin, the wild twin, the twincest sixth sense, etc. But where <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Broken" title=" Broken"> Broken</a> breaks the mold is in the way Gabe and Tris face their demons and break through the barriers that their family and past choices have placed in their path. Not to mention the sex scenes are SCORCHERS!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> The hands that covered his own startled him, made him jerk his head up and look at Tristan. Tristan tugged his hands down and held them in his own. Their blue gazes locked, one soul looking into its reflection. Tristan’s thumbs ran over his knuckles, sending shivers rippling over Gabriel’s skin.<br /><br />“Hey, man, just tell me you’re done with Mark and you’re done with drugs.” Tristan took a step closer until their chests almost touched. “Tell me, Gabe, and I’ll believe you.”<br /><br />Gabriel’s heart slammed up against his ribs in a panicked rhythm that had nothing to do with the skeletons in his closet and everything to do with Tristan’s proximity. Tristan really had to stop touching him, or he was going to go up in flames. Even knowing it was a bad idea and that he should be pushing his brother away, Gabriel curled his fingers around Tristan’s. His breath hitched, and he managed to say “I am. I’ve been clean for thirteen months now. I’m done, Tristan. I swear it.”<br /><br />Tristan nodded, and a small smile curled his sensual mouth. Just like that Gabriel was absolved of his crime. He didn’t doubt Tristan forgave him, that he would think no more of it. If he knew anything about his twin, it was that Tristan had a forgiving heart, especially when it came to him.<br /><br />Gabriel found an answering smile tilting up the corners of his own mouth. “Thank you.”<br /><br />Shaking loose one of his hands, Tristan startled him by caressing the pad of his thumb over the skin inches away from Gabriel’s mouth. “I had almost forgotten you have a dimple here, Gabe.”<br /><br />Just that simple touch, sizzled along Gabriel’s nerve endings. He groaned, and his eyes fluttered shut but quickly snapped open.<br /><br />“Forgive me,” he whispered.<br /><br />“Gabriel what did—” His twin started to say, but Gabriel sealed his question with a kiss.<br /><br />Nothing in life had prepared Tristan for being incinerated from head to toe. He almost expected licking flames and a little devil to spring up behind him. Instead, he was met with soft, heated lips and a questing tongue. It felt like being pulled apart and put together again. Arousal shot straight to his gut and landed in his groin. His cock hardened all at once to an achingly brutal erection. Tristan groaned against the fierce pressure behind his zipper, but most of all, he couldn’t help vocalise the pleasure of his brother’s thrusting tongue inside his mouth.<br /><br />Tristan captured it and suckled it gently, forgetting in his mindless arousal and hunger, the principles that forbade such activities. Gabriel surged off the door and pressed against Tristan’s body, fitting as if he belonged there. Tristan felt the same steely heat press against his erection as their bodies melded together.<br /><br />Gabriel’s fingers tunnelled in Tristan’s hair, his grip desperate, his kiss even more so. Gabriel whimpered into their kiss. His teeth nipped at Tristan’s lower lip as if trying to devour him. Tristan’s mind reeled at the clear evidence of his brother’s hunger for him. An answering jolt of white-hot arousal slid into his gut, making Tristan shiver uncontrollably.<br /><br /><em>Knock. Knock.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3666268478058018417?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-44549099618332824772009-10-05T21:18:00.000-04:002009-10-20T22:20:55.735-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5941670.If_All_The_Sand_Were_Pearl" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="If All The Sand Were Pearl" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1227764033l/5941670.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5941670.If_All_The_Sand_Were_Pearl">If All The Sand Were Pearl</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1166859.Pepper_Espinoza">Pepper Espinoza</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/75188807">3 of 5 stars</a><br />This ficlet by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1166859.Pepper_Espinoza" title="Pepper Espinoza">Pepper Espinoza</a> was my introduction to her works and I must say it was a good one. I will admit to being drawn to this book by the cover as I'm a huge fan of Gael Garcia Bernal and one of the men on the cover has a striking resemblance to the Mexican actor of "Y Tu Mamá Tambien" fame as well as the mention of the priesthood. What can I say? I have a real Hot!Priest kink streak! What kept me reading was Espinoza's lyric prose and distinctive plot line.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Love…or freedom–A Calling of Souls story–As a youngest son, Jag Martin has eagerly walked a life-long path toward the priesthood. Then his once-great family falters under a mountain of debt. Their only hope—marry Jag off to an appropriately wealthy suitor.Brace Rivers desperately wants more than just a short fling. However, his economic and political reality makes finding an appropriate male partner next to impossible. When the Martin family offers Jag’s hand, it’s a dream come true. But his suspicions mount that the young man is being forced into an unwanted marriage.Compassion wins out over loneliness, and Brace offers Jag a pearl ring valuable enough to both save his family’s fortunes and give him freedom. There’s just one thing Brace wants in return—twenty-four hours together.Brace can only pray it’s long enough to convince Jag that a life together is worth more than all the pearls in the sea. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I love the premise of this book. You're not quite sure where the story is set, this dimension, this planet, even another time altogether and you really don't care. It's a slow start but once it gets past the first few paragraphs, I was completely absorbed in Jag and Brace's relationship. It's a May/December romance mixed with arranged marriages, a virgin groom and the premise that love can grow even through the most uncertain of circumstances.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Brace reached over to the shelf beside the bed and snagged the lubricant and three of the smaller dildos. With those in hand, he moved down Jag’s body, tickling Jag’s back with the soft hair around his mouth. Jag wiggled, a low moan indicating his approval. Once his mouth was even with Jag’s ass, he pulled his betrothed’s cheeks apart, seeking his tight hole. Brace pressed the back of Jag’s thigh until he lifted himself off the bed, the tip of his erection scraping across the sheet. Jag hissed at the contact, and the hiss turned into a long moan as Brace dragged his tongue from Jag’s balls to his ass.<br /><br />Brace sighed as the tip of his tongue found Jag’s tight ring of muscle. His skin still smelled like rainwater, but here it was a deeper, earthier scent. Brace’s cock was already throbbing, but now the ache spread through him, acute and overwhelming. He even felt it in the back of his throat. His mouth sparked and tingled as he circled Jag’s hole, coaxing and teasing the muscle. He felt more than heard Jag’s moans, vibrating through Jag and into his body.<br /><br />If Brace didn’t have other pressing needs, he might have been able to simply fuck Jag with his mouth all night. He had always enjoyed pleasuring his lovers this way, and Jag was so responsive. He seemed thrilled by every motion, by every stroke of Brace’s tongue. He grew more and more vocal, voicing his approval in shouts and moans and the occasional coherent word. <em>More. Please. Oh Goddess. Brace.</em><br /><br />But if Brace didn’t find out soon what it felt like to be buried in this boy, he’d burst.Long minutes passed before Brace straightened again. Jag kept moving against the sheet, unable to hold still for even a second, like he had too much energy to burn off. Brace understood the impatience. He put one hand against Jag’s back, between his shoulder blades, holding him still. He didn’t want to discourage Jag’s responses, but Brace feared hurting him if he didn’t remain still.<br /><br />“If this hurts…or feels uncomfortable at all…tell me.”<br /><br />“I will.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-4454909961833282477?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-13332077644433763042009-09-22T21:35:00.000-04:002009-10-10T16:36:33.264-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6497620-dreaming-of-dragons" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Dreaming of Dragons" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1243370778l/6497620.jpg" width="250"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6497620-dreaming-of-dragons">Dreaming of Dragons</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2737023.T_A_Chase">T.A. Chase</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/69954805">4 of 5 stars</a><br />I immediately started reading this book as soon as I finished <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77449.Here_be_Dragons_Welsh_Princes_Book_1_" title="Here be Dragons (Welsh Princes, Book 1) by Sharon Kay Penman">Here Be Dragons</a>. I could NOT put it down and I loved the way the author chose to write the sequel from Mordred and George's POV. You not only get to see how life in the Realm of Dreams is but you get to see how the two legends came to find their soul mates in each other.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Sequel to <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Here Be Dragons" title=" Here Be Dragons"> Here Be Dragons</a><br /><br />Lovers for centuries, Mordred and George's relationship is strong enough to withstand anything--or so they think.<br /><br />With dragons and magical creatures appearing every day, George risks everything, even to the point of losing his lover, to maintain the balance between the Realm of Dreams and the human world. Mordred can see George slipping away and, for the first time in his long life, insecurity creeps through.<br /><br />As the presence of old lovers, new friends, and deadly dragons cause cracks in their foundation to form, Mordred and George must discover how far they're willing to go to save their world and their love.<br /><br />Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, violence. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> The plot thickens, as they say and with the sequel we get to see that in order to save the world, sacrifices must be made. While the humans try to fight creatures beyond their comprehension, the living legends are battling against a staged coup that could destroy both of their worlds. In the center of it all, are Mordred and St. George, fighting to save the humans and keep their love alive in the process.<br /><br />I loved walking through their realm with Mordred and George. Loved seeing the way their love grew and transcended time and space. While the Mordred of Arthurian legend could be considered the bad guy, here he is not just a hero, he's the narcissistic legendary hero we all love to have a love/hate relationship with.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Mordred shrugged slender shoulders and moved, straddling his hips before settling in his lap. “So do I, but it is what it is. We have to take advantage of what we have, and what we have is me. Beowulf wants me back, and I have a feeling he‟ll be willing to brag to me once he believes I‟m on his side.”<br /><br />Cupping Mordred‟s firm ass, George rocked their groins together. Mordred gripped his shoulders and kissed him. He opened his mouth to the elf. Mordred stroked the roof of George‟s mouth, causing shivers to run down his spine. He sucked on Mordred‟s tongue, drawing a groan from his lover.<br /><br />He slid his fingers down Mordred‟s back to tease the top of Mordred‟s crease. Mordred tilted his hips to encourage George‟s touch. He pulled one hand away and blindly searched the top of the stand next to the bed. Got it, he thought, as his hand closed around the bottle of oil they kept there. He yanked the cork out with his teeth and spit it over the side of the bed.<br /><br />Mordred ground their erections together. George noticed how Mordred kept his knee away from the bandage at George‟s side. After pouring oil over his fingers, he rubbed the tips over Mordred‟s hole lightly before he breeched the puckered open.<br /><br />Moaning, Mordred relaxed, taking George‟s fingers deep into his tight passage. George twisted, brushing Mordred‟s gland with his knuckles.<br /><br />“Damn,” Mordred groaned.<br /><br />George scraped his teeth over Mordred‟s shoulder, not breaking the skin, but drawing the blood to the surface. He never drank Mordred‟s blood unless he was severely injured, as he had been with his recent wound. He‟d gotten used to letting Mordred do it when they fucked because he knew the elf needed the connection it created between them.<br /><br />He continued fingering Mordred‟s ass until his lover‟s smooth rhythm faltered, telling him Mordred was about to come. He removed his fingers to pour oil in the palm of his hand and slicked his cock up.<br /><br />“Time to ride me, love,” he murmured, gripping his prick in one hand while urging Mordred to impale himself.<br /><br />He lifted his hips as Mordred sank down, enveloping him inch by gloriously tight inch. Mordred pushed against his chest and shook his head.<br /><br />“Let me do the work, George. We don‟t want to aggravate your wound.” Mordred winked at him. “Do you really want Hester to lecture you about having sex after a life-threatening injury?”<br /><br />George shuddered and not from desire. Mordred‟s witch friend, Hester, scared George. His fear could be a residue left over from his mortal life when he‟d been superstitious about women like her. He lay back on the pillows, kept one hand on Mordred‟s hip, and fisted Mordred‟s cock with his other hand.<br /><br />“Move,” he commanded the elf.<br /><br />Mordred shot him an imperious look that was spoiled when the elf moaned as the head of George‟s cock stroked over his gland.<br /><br />“You are a bit of a slut.”<br /><br />He kept his grip snug around Mordred‟s prick, knowing just the right amount of pressure his lover liked. He raised his knees to help Mordred balance better. Watching Mordred fuck himself turned George on. He admired the long, lean lines of his lover‟s body.<br /><br />“So beautiful,” he whispered, taking his hand off Mordred‟s waist and trailing it through the cascade of blond hair swirling around them as Mordred rocked.<br /><br />“Gonna,” Mordred ground out between clenched teeth.<br /><br />“Come. I want to feel you.”<br /><br />With his feet planted, he met each of Mordred‟s downstrokes with a thrust of his own. Sweat rolled down the elf‟s thin nose to drip onto George‟s chest. The room filled with the scent of sex mixed with Mordred‟s unique smell.<br /><br />“Love!” Mordred shouted, hot cum spurting from his cock to cover George‟s hand and stomach.<br /><br />The viselike grip of Mordred‟s inner channel massaging his cock drew George‟s own climax. He held the elf‟s body tight to his as he flooded Mordred‟s ass with his own seed.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-1333207764443376304?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-71994871686146211622009-09-19T16:11:00.001-04:002009-10-10T16:12:56.656-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3214629.Here_Be_Dragons" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Here Be Dragons" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1208519329l/3214629.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3214629.Here_Be_Dragons">Here Be Dragons</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2737023.T_A_Chase">T.A. Chase</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/69954923">3 of 5 stars</a><br />I have to say that the first reason for my choosing this book to read and review was the cover and the premise behind this paranormal story. The fact that I had yet to read a book that featured a main character named Hugh was also another reason.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Herpetologist, Kael Hammerson is hiding in Ireland working at a research lab. While Ireland may seem a strange place for someone in his field, it was the furthest away he could get from his abusive ex-partner. Now, a year later, his heart is ready to heal.<br /><br />Kael's boss, Hugh Price, is very interested in Kael, but is afraid to cross the line from employer to lover. When a strange sea creature is brought into the lab, Hugh and Kael are swept into a fight for their lives and the lives of mankind.<br /><br />Dragons have returned and the men must decide if their own love can survive the interference of a goddess.<br /><br />Note: there is a sequel -- <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/682681.She_Oxford_World_s_Classics_" title="She (Oxford World's Classics) by H. Rider Haggard">Dreaming of Dragons</a></em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> The story is fascinating and the premise behind the idea of creatures crossing over the realm between legend and reality is well detailed and engrossing. The chemistry between the two main characters is palpable and I like that while the attraction is mutual from the onset, the relationship builds as the plot develops for the reader. One minute you're salivating over the sexual tension between Kael and Hugh, the next you're sitting at the edge of your seat wondering how they're going to escape the sea serpent! I have to say that my favorite characters in this book were actually the secondary characters, Mordred and George. Yes, THAT Mordred and St. George. :D<br /><br />There are lovely scenes with the four of them feasting on each other that had me licking my lips and going back to re-read because the passion between the four was so palpable, it was entrancing.<br /><br />The only thing that gave me pause with this book, several times in fact, was the constant grammar stumbling blocks I had to hurdle over. The constant replacement of "then" for "than" and "breath" for "breathe" had me going back and re-reading which took me away from the action of the story. Authors, PLEASE have an editor thoroughly read your book before publication! It takes away from your story when your readers have to go back and re-read something because of a typo or misspelling.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Kael would have to remember to thank the knight. He scratched his stomach. Damn, he was sticky. A sudden thought hit him. Hugh had come inside him. Shit. They hadn’t gotten the test results back. So much for being cautious.<br /><br />Mordred appeared next to him. The elf tugged on one of his nipple rings. “Silly little one. George told you that unless there’s special magic involved, what happens in the Realm of Dreams stays there. Besides, the dragon’s blood you drank would have destroyed any disease you might have had.”<br /><br />“Dragon’s blood?” Kael frowned. He didn’t remember any dragon’s blood.<br /><br />“Oops. Shit. Sorry. You’re obviously not meant to remember that. Just forget I said anything.” Mordred grimaced.<br /><br />Hugh grunted. Kael turned to watch his lover wake up. Mordred put his arm around Kael’s waist and allowed him to take the weight off his injured foot. Hugh’s hazel eyes blinked at them. Kael watched as the sleep slipped from those eyes. Hugh sat up and leaned against the headboard.<br /><br />“I guess last night wasn’t a dream after all. Don’t you have your own boyfriend, elf?” Hugh smiled at them.<br /><br />Kael pulled away from Mordred and joined Hugh in bed. Their good morning kiss was tender.<br /><br />“I do have my own, but I was nice enough to let him sleep in while I checked on our little warrior here,” Mordred interrupted. “As for the sex, it was as real as anything can be in the Realm. I told Kael not to worry about anything.”<br /><br />“Hmm.” Hugh shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’m more freaked out by the fact that I’m talking to a fucking elf than I am about having unprotected sex with Kael.”<br /><br />Laughing, Kael snuggled close to Hugh. “It’s overwhelming at first, but you get used to the fact that you’re talking to a real live legend.”<br /><br />“Why, that’s nice of you to say, Kael.” Mordred grinned.<br /><br />“I was talking about George, Mordred. You’re just a pain in the ass.”<br />Hugh chuckled and Kael squeaked as Mordred leapt on the bed. The elf started tickling Kael while Hugh tried to protect him, but ended up touching Kael more than stopping the elf. Laughter filled the room as the three of them rolled around Kael’s bed, trying to get the upper hand. It was more fun than Kael had had in a long time. He’d never had any friends to wrestle with. He found himself caught between Hugh and Mordred. Hugh’s hard-on rubbed against his own while Mordred’s erection slid along his crease. In that moment all the joy fled and he was shot back into the past.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-7199487168614621162?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-33004237936009258212009-09-17T16:24:00.000-04:002009-10-10T15:07:47.516-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6696439-windows-in-time" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Windows in Time" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1250563728l/6696439.jpg" width="250"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6696439-windows-in-time">Windows in Time</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2638873.M_Jules_Aedin">M. Jules Aedin</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70721423">5 of 5 stars</a><br />I don't even know where to start on this review because there's so much I want to say and so much I want to divulge but this is one of those books that you go back to and say, "holy shit, it's like I was there!"<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Fate added injury to insult when Jonah Sellers’s live-in boyfriend left him: while moving out his ex’s belongings, Jonah fell down the stairs and broke his leg. Now his house is a prison, and he's working from home while his sister checks up on him. The only diversion in Jonah’s routine is catching the odd glimpse of a man in the apartment across the way taking off his clothes in front of the window.<br /><br />But then Jonah is distracted by Liam Brooks, the nurse his sister sends over when she goes on vacation. As they dance around their growing attraction, Jonah and Liam begin to wonder about the man in the window. Why is he always dressed in the same clothes? Why is he there one minute and not the next? How is it that he lives in an old woman's apartment? It's while trying to answer these questions that they stumble across a fifty-year-old missing persons case they can't resist trying to solve. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> First of all, this is NOT your typical romance and though all of the elements of a truly erotic romance are there, it's truly a "whodunit" book that sucks you into the lives of these two couples separated only by time. Aedin takes you on a journey that spans 2 months separated by 50 years. This is CSI meets QAF meets M. JULES AEDIN<br /><br />After reading this one, I desperately needed a break because I knew any other book that followed this read would pale in comparison to this book. If you've read Ally Blue's <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34997.Ally_Blue">Bay City Paranormal Investigations Series</a>, you'll see a shout-out to her in this book and her influence is felt in the medical aspects of the book but Aedin's "haunting" scenes are all her own and amazing!<br /><br />Oh and let's not forget the cross-dressing character in the 1950s that you completely fall in love with! What's NOT to love about this book? Don't think about it, just go buy this book. Right now!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> “Shh,” Buck murmured, bending down and trailing his lips from the nape of Oliver‟s neck down his spine until he found the zipper of the dress. He caught the piece of metal in his teeth and tugged, the metallic click of each inch loud in his ears. When he finished, he was kneeling behind Oliver, his nose pressed into the<br />smooth skin of Oliver‟s lower back and the soft fabric of the dress<br />cool against his face.<br /><br />Oliver trembled, and Buck held his hips, steadying him.<br /><br />“Buck….” Oliver‟s hand came back, fumbling for him, and landed in his hair; his fingers tightened, pulling, tugging Buck closer. Buck let his tongue flick out, painting long, wide stripes across Oliver‟s back. “Buck, <em>please</em>.”<br /><br />“You taste so good,” Buck whispered, nipping the swell of Oliver‟s hip. “I want to eat you alive.”<br /><br />Oliver groaned, and Buck sank his teeth into the soft flesh again, worrying the hard knob of bone beneath the skin and muscle. Oliver‟s fingers tightened again, tugging with purpose this time, trying to force Buck back up his body.<br /><br />“Come here,” Oliver demanded breathlessly. Buck rocked back on his heels and looked up at his lover. Oliver‟s dress hung open, the dark wig askew and the natural gold of Oliver‟s hair showing above one ear. His pale skin was flushed in shades of rose, starting in his face and neck and spreading down his shoulders and back.<br /><br />Buck stood, feeling his knees protest, and molded himself to Oliver‟s back.<br /><br />“So beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing Oliver‟s ear.<br /><br />Oliver wriggled, breaking Buck‟s grip so he could turn to face him. A small smile claimed Buck‟s mouth; he forgot how strong Oliver was until moments like that, when Oliver challenged him. The dress slipped as Oliver pressed against him, shifting to reveal a flushed chest and erect nipples. Hardness pressed into Buck‟s hip, matching and mirroring Buck‟s arousal.<br /><br />“Make love to me,” Oliver sighed, mouth pressed to Buck‟s so that each word vibrated through him. Buck pursed his lips, turning it into a kiss, and nudged Oliver toward the bed.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3300423793600925821?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-47500606891456240382009-09-17T15:55:00.000-04:002009-10-10T15:04:44.884-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6699034-his-convenient-husband" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="His Convenient Husband (Innamorati, #1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1250130448l/6699034.jpg" width="250"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6699034-his-convenient-husband">His Convenient Husband</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1202850.J_L_Langley">J.L. Langley</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70041690">4 of 5 stars</a><br />Short and steamy read! Looking forward to more of the Innamorati series! I love Langley's cowboys and how they're rugged, rough and sexy as hell! <br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong>A temporary arrangement? Don’t bet the ranch on it…<br />At the tender age of seven, newly orphaned Micah Jiminez lost everything—and got lucky. The Delaney family opened their hearts and their home, treated him like one of their own. One Delaney in particular, though, became more than a brother to Micah. The handsome and protective Tucker is the man to whom he wants to give his love.<br /><br />But after a single passionate night together, Tucker rebuffs him and hightails it to Dallas to pursue his dreams. Leaving Micah to pick up the pieces of his broken heart—and feeling like a fool.<br /><br />The impending death of the Delaney patriarch brings an unsavory relative out of the woodwork, threatening Micah’s beloved adopted family. They’re going to need all hands in the fight to keep The Bar D from being pulled out from under them all—including Tucker. Micah steels himself to convince the man he can’t forget to come home.<br /><br />To his everlasting surprise, it’s Tucker who comes up with the perfect solution: a marriage of convenience—to Micah. His gut tells him Tucker’s motivation involves nothing more than saving the ranch. Now he just has to convince his fragile heart.<br /><br />This title has been revised and expanded by more than 10,000 words from its original published version. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> This Langley piece is one of her more romantic pieces focusing more on the relationship between Micah and Tucker than anything else. I liked the quick story that still revealed a well-developed plot. It takes great skill to be able to write short pieces like these and still captivate the reader. Langley definitely delivers!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Micah’s eyes shot open wide. He gasped and jerked back, letting go of Tucker. Micah clutched his hands into his chest, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.<br /><br />Tucker frowned. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach and his erection dwindled. Micah had been asleep.<br /><br />“Don’t stop. We both want this. I’m tired of fighting it.” Catching Micah around the waist, Tucker covered Micah’s mouth with his again. He pressed through Micah’s lips as the heat of Micah’s nearly naked body pushed against him. It was absolute heaven. Micah felt so damn right in his arms, like he belonged there. Please don’t let him pull away again.<br /><br />A small whimper left Micah’s lips as he opened his mouth and kissed Tucker back. His tongue tangled with Tucker’s and his arms wound around Tucker’s neck. Micah thrust against Tucker’s leg then moved back, gasping. Micah’s gaze traveled down Tucker’s body, focusing on Tucker’s already hard prick.<br /><br />“Oh damn.” Tucker looked his fill too.<br /><br />Micah’s stomach heaved in and out with his breath. His cock was hard and begging for attention with a wet spot staining the cotton briefs.<br /><br />Tucker’s own breath caught at the sheer beauty before him. Grabbing Micah’s underwear, Tucker yanked them down Micah’s thighs and off, then drew him forward by his prick. Feeling the hard heat against his lower stomach, Tucker moaned before crashing his mouth down on Micah’s.<br /><br />With a dazed look on his face, Micah pulled back again and shook his head as if to clear it. “We shouldn’t do this.” His voice didn’t sound at all convincing.<br /><br />“The hell we shouldn’t.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-4750060689145624038?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-68171411155122215852009-09-09T17:06:00.000-04:002009-10-10T15:03:16.503-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6316151.Realms_of_Fantasy" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Realms of Fantasy" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51LXpMvLndL.jpg" width="250"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6316151.Realms_of_Fantasy">Realms of Fantasy</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1365826.Mychael_Carmichael_Black">Mychael Carmichael Black</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64801944">4 of 5 stars</a><br />I was excited about reading this book and apprehensive at the same time. My fascination with all things supernatural usually translates into my being a rather picky, somewhat anal (pardon the pun) reviewer. <em>Realms of Fantasy</em> did not disappoint.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong>Angels and demons. Two races of beings, alike and yet not the same. The battles between them have raged for time untold. Realms of Fantasy is the tale of ten such creatures. At the heart of their eternal struggle lies the blinding pain of the greatest Fallen One of allLuciferand Michael, the missing half of his soul. As passions run high and balances of power shift, love is the only power that can save them all. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> The stories are actually intertwined and had I known that from the get-go, I would have enjoyed the second story better, I think. Mind you, out of the five stories, the only one that I didn't enjoy as much was <em>Unholy Need</em>. Not because it was not a good story, on the contrary, it was very well-written but out of the five stories, this one was the most difficult for me to get through. <br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> “I am to expect gentleness from you, Adon? Have you changed that greatly?” Amused, Irael stilled in front of him. “And exactly what kind of evidence are you looking for? Murder not sanctioned by the Council? You’ll probably find plenty of that here.”<br /><br />“I do not recall an ounce of complaint when my whip tasted your flesh,” Adon whispered as he began circling Irael. “Tell me, Irael. Do you still bear my marks?”<br /><br />Stepping back abruptly, Irael hissed out a warning. “What has that to do with your investigation? If the Council has just complaint, the cowards need to face me themselves.”<br /><br />“I am the Council,” Adon snarled. “And you did not answer my question. Have you forgotten your place so quickly, pup?”<br /><br />Irael’s wings outstretched in a threatening stance as he stood his ground. His normally short nails began to lengthen, resembling razor sharp talons. “Since you don’t seem to recall, I had no place to forget, Adon.”<br /><br />The robe fell to the floor and black-feathered wings spread out. Adon’s smile was anything but warm. “You have forgotten.” He tapped the coiled whip, the smile turning sinister. “Perhaps a reminder is in order.”<br /><br />It required every ounce of will Irael had to stop himself from reacting to the sight of his former master. Bristling in agitation, he refused to fall to his knees. Instead he turned his back on Adon and approached his throne. “Nothing is in order, Adon. If you haven’t noticed, it never has been.”<br /><br />In a split second, the snap of Adon’s whip reverberated throughout the throne room. It coiled around Irael’s throat and, with a hard jerk, Adon had Irael’s back against him.<br /><br />“You never learn, pup.”<br /><br />Growling sharply with the pain, Irael tore at the leather strap, trying to get it off his throat. Slashing at his own skin, his sharp talons cut deep into his flesh. “Back off, Adon!”<br /><br />Adon’s forked tongue traced the curve of Irael’s ear. “You’ve not changed,” he whispered. “You still crave this.” Another snap of his wrist and the whip left Irael’s throat, moving as if the leather were a living thing, retreating to Adon’s hand.</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-6817141115512221585?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-51202774393187309422009-09-07T16:41:00.000-04:002009-10-10T15:01:51.174-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6617938-the-brotherhood-2-bite-me" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Brotherhood 2: Bite Me" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1247666906l/6617938.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6617938-the-brotherhood-2-bite-me">The Brotherhood 2: Bite Me</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16161.Willa_Okati">Willa Okati</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64906323">3 of 5 stars</a><br />The second in The Brotherhood series tackles Bree's connection at Amour Magique. <br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Tattoos. Piercings. Leather. Attitude. Do anything, say anything, and damn the consequences. That's Bree of the Brotherhood, and he's not about to apologize for a thing.<br /><br />Little do they know that Bree's whole "tough-guy" routine is a carefully constructed mask. Underneath it all lies a desperately lonely man who doubts everything about himself, and wishes more than anything else that he could find someone who really understands him.<br /><br />When the incubus Liam invites the Brotherhood to a night at Amour Magique, one of Charleston's premier gay clubs, Bree's all for it. If he can keep his mask in place, he bets he can score a night of drinking, dancing, and possibly even landing a good lay. Anything to take his mind off his problems and give him one night of sweet oblivion.<br /><br />Julian, a vampire, has long grown tired of ordinary men and seeks out those that will be a challenge. Bree is exactly what he wants. He can see the pain behind Bree's act, and knows he's been desperately hunting for something even he can't name. Julian promises him both the best sex of his life, and freedom from his fears.<br /><br />The price, however, is belief in the supernatural. And Bree thinks that may be too high a cost to pay… </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> I'm a total sucker for vampires <s>not of the sparkly kind</s> and Okati delivers with Julian. He's not just alluring, he's powerful and makes no apology about what he is or what he does. He's the perfect match for Bree who is lost in the mortal realm hiding behind the masks that are expected of him rather than the life he's meant to lead. <br /><br />This book is not for the squeamish and I love the vivid depiction of what it means to accept an immortal life. It's not romantic in the flowers and chocolates sense. It's erotically romantic and marked with blood, violence and in the sense of Julian and Bree, come.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Obedient as a child, Bree screwed his eyes shut and stepped forward. He felt a brief lurch, as if his stomach were dropping out, then a light thump. He fell a little, losing his balance for some reason. No biggie. Julian was right there to catch him.<br /><br />He tilted Bree's head to the dim light. "You did that well," he said, voice hoarse. "I must be strong enough to wait a little longer, but for now..." Letting out a small hiss, Julian dipped his head and hungrily kissed Bree's mouth. Rougher than before, much more eagerly, Julian's tongue thrust in and out in imitation of the fucking to come. Bree felt sharp pains as Julian bit down on his lips and lapped off the welling blood, but hell if he cared.<br /><br />He just wanted the kiss to last forever. And even if they were in public, he wanted Julian's hand on his cock. Now. Five seconds ago would have been better. Moaning into the kiss, Bree thrust his hips into Julian's and ground against him.<br /><br />"Bree," Julian whispered between sips of his mouth. "Are you so eager?" Speak."<br /><br />"Hell, yeah." Bree reached between them and rubbed the heel of his palm against Julian's cock, as hard as his own. "I want you. You want me. Come on, Julian. Fuck me. Make me see stars."<br /><br />Julian dropped his head onto Bree's shoulder and let out a groan. "Bree, you tempt me too far... my control..."<br /><br />"Yeah," Bree breathed, stroking Julian with all the skills he possessed. "You like it, huh? Want me?"<br /><br />"More than you could know. I have waited centuries for you."<br /><br />"Yeah? I've waited a couple hours. Long enough, don't you think?" Bree let his fingers wander to the fastening on Julian's pants, starting to pull them open. "No more wasting time."</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-5120277439318730942?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-76699684152705514922009-09-03T23:39:00.000-04:002009-10-10T15:00:25.956-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6617992-the-brotherhood-amour-magique" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Brotherhood: Amour Magique" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1247668269l/6617992.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6617992-the-brotherhood-amour-magique">The Brotherhood: Amour Magique</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16161.Willa_Okati">Willa Okati</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64906292">3 of 5 stars</a><br />The first of The Brotherhood series is really a ficlet that introduces you to the world of Liam the Incubus and his band of Brothers.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> The immortal incubus Liam’s friends call themselves “The Brotherhood”. The Brothers have the perennial problem of gay men everywhere: finding a hottie who’s a great lay but doesn’t turn out to be a loser or abuser afterwards. They’re down on their luck, and looking for love in all the wrong places.<br /><br />Liam has a plan to get the Brothers happily hooked up…and provide some fresh, er, meat for his paranormal friends.<br /><br />Amour Magique, where the gay paranormals hunt for love. </em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this book:</strong> It's a great intro to a world that I hope she explores in greater detail in the remaining books. The series, I believe, is complete and this one introduces you to the demon behind the sexual exploration that you hope the others in the Brotherhood will soon be privy to.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> Liam moved to one such spot on a small balcony overlooking the main dance floor, checking out the writhing and gyrating bodies below, every one of them weaving their life forces through the club like a tangle of blood vessels. He watched them dance, grope, everything but fuck to the pounding of the music, all as he sipped something toxically purple in a martini glass and waited. But not for long.<br /><br />Silas Trichton, the owner of the club, appeared from a concealed doorway, nodded to the bartender up on the balcony, and waited for his glass of strong whiskey to appear with the deft and gentle touch the good server had. Just like the way magic should be. When his drink materialized at his elbow, he tipped two fingers to the apron-clad man who’d served it, took it in one hand, and went to greet the stranger on his private observation deck.<br /><br />The man he’d come to meet -- Liam, Silas thought he was called -- glanced up at him, almost unconcerned at his approach, nodded once, and went back to gazing at the dance floor. Wondering what had him so fascinated, Silas looked down.<br /><br />“Business as usual,” he said after a moment. “Good crowd for a Thursday night. Mostly college kids, though. Have to keep carding them, or so I hear.”<br /><br />“You don’t say.” Liam sounded slightly amused, but his voice made Silas look at him with renewed speculation. It was a curious cocktail mix of several old-world accents infused with a taste of American flavor. “Why bother? They’ll get their strong drinks somehow. Speaking of which, I note you have a good Scotch, while I am drinking violet piss. Would there be a reason your ’tender served this noxious refreshment to me?”<br /><br />Silas glanced at his bartender, who raised his shoulders in an eloquent shrug. “You’d rather have something stronger?” he ventured. “We can oblige. Murray, another single malt.”<br /><br />They waited in silence for the highball glass to arrive, continuing to observe the dancers. “There,” the stranger said, pointing at two men, each with a hand down the back of the other’s tightly fitted pants. “Do you see? They make love with their hands, and no one notices. No one cares.”<br /><br />Silas looked at the stranger oddly. “Yeah? You’re not a cop, are you?”<br />Liam laughed. “Hardly.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-7669968415270551492?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-43143580730283659882009-09-03T16:18:00.001-04:002009-10-10T14:57:54.676-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6363635-taste-this" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Taste This" border="0" src="http://samhainpublishing.com/graphics/53.jpg" width="250"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6363635-taste-this">Taste This</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/718852.Leigh_Ellwood">Leigh Ellwood</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64802071">2 of 5 stars</a><br />This was an odd mix of sci-fi meets Food Network. The cover's slightly misleading as you expect there to only be M/M interaction but do not be fooled. There are bisexual and lesbian scenes and innuendo in this read that seemed a little out of place for me.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Captain Tobin of the Jiu’Kr has acquired a taste for chocolate…and the hunky chef. First in the Vectra Series.<br /><br />No doubt, Kelly Landry makes the best cookies in the world, but the intergalactic fame comes as a surprise…as does Captain Tobin’s interest in more than just this hot chef’s baking skills.<br /><br />When the amorous Vectran captain claims Kelly for his ship’s kitchen and private quarters, the chef is reluctant, doubtful that free love mixes well with chocolate chips. Can Tobin convince the baker that his true place is aboard the Jiu’Kr, burning off calories from Kelly’s delicious desserts?</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>What I liked about this read:</strong> The sex scenes were okay. I've read better in fanfic, to be honest and with much more romance. I was really thrown by the idea of a gay man enjoying oral sex with a woman (giver not receiver) and though the Captain, Tobin is not exclusively gay, his conquest Kelly Landry is. The climax of the story was also rather weak. Tobin seemed to crumble at the sign of the Prime Minister's arrival and the fact that he barely fought for his lover, did not sit well with me at all. <br /><br />I understand this is to be a series, but I can't see how I'm going to want to read the second in the series when the first did not endear me to Kelly or Tobin enough to care about what happens to their relationship. All in all, I would've liked this to be more... just more!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-4314358073028365988?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-32755957708377377152009-09-02T21:05:00.001-04:002009-10-10T14:57:34.788-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6382879-zero-at-the-bone" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Zero at the Bone" border="0" src="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/images/covers/Zero-web.jpg" width=250></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6382879-zero-at-the-bone">Zero at the Bone</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2892465.Jane_Seville">Jane Seville</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/68683320">3 of 5 stars</a><br />I had trouble getting through this one but not because of the writing - that was superb - it was the fact that it should have been two books instead of one. <br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong>After witnessing a mob hit, surgeon Jack Francisco is put into protective custody to keep him safe until he can testify. A hitman known only as D is blackmailed into killing Jack, but when he tracks him down, his weary conscience won't allow him to murder an innocent man. Finding in each other an unlikely ally, Jack and D are soon on the run from shadowy enemies. <br /><br />Forced to work together to survive, the two men forge a bond that ripens into unexpected passion. Jack sees the wounded soul beneath D's cold, detached exterior, and D finds in Jack the person who can help him reclaim the man he once was. As the day of Jack's testimony approaches, he and D find themselves not only fighting for their lives... but also fighting for their future. A future together.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><lj-cut text="Zero at the Bone - Jane Seville - 3 out of 5 stars"><strong>Why I loved this read:</strong> The suspense and action in this book is fast-paced and tense enough to keep you at the edge of your seat through most of it. The main characters, while polar opposites, grip you from the beginning and keep you vested in their budding romance from the get-go. Where the story started to fall apart for me was at the end where I expected the book to end long before it actually ended. I would have recommended that this book be split into two and turned it into a series because I DO want more of D and Jack but I want it in different settings. I want to see how they adapt, adjust and enjoy their relationship while dealing with killers, mafia and hit men.<br /><br />Several parts of the characterization were a bit difficult for me to stomach as well but these were at the end of the book, where I had already resigned myself to this being a neverending story. Perhaps my characterization judgment was clouded by my impatience to finish the book.<br /><br />I still found myself thinking and caring about these characters greatly. I've got a soft spot for conflicted souls like D's. I loved him dearly and I think that's why I wanted another book. I want more of D.<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> With no warning, D left off his exploration of Jack’s body and rolled into him, his mouth claiming Jack’s hard and fast. Jack sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his arms coming around D’s shoulders. He wound their legs together, angling his torso toward D so they could wrap around each other. This close was just not close enough. Jack clutched what he could of D’s short hair, D’s weight pressing him back into the pillows. He felt D’s hand between them; he tilted his hips and groaned into D’s mouth as he was penetrated, D surging up over his body, pressing forward with his hips socked tight between Jack’s legs, gripping D’s biceps hard as he propped himself up.<br /><br />D dropped his head into the crook of Jack’s shoulder, still eerily silent except for the rasp of his breath, rolling and thrusting like the tide against him, Jack letting himself go pliant to take him in as far as he could, his hands on D’s back. He itched to say something, <em>do</em> something. Push D over on his back and ride him until he begged for mercy, perhaps. But he didn’t. He just hung on and held him, cradling him in his body, one hand going to the back of D’s head.<br /><br />Suddenly, D stopped and lay still on top of him. For a long moment, they just lay there breathing. D drew back and met his eyes. “Jack,” he murmured, the name barely more than a puff of air.<br /><br />Jack nodded. “Harder,” he whispered.<br /><br />D reared back on his knees, pulling Jack’s hips with him to keep them connected. He hooked Jack’s legs over his forearms, shut his eyes and thrust forward once, hard and deep. Jack hissed, grabbing at D’s wrists. “Like that?” D breathed.<br /><br />Jack was almost too shocked that D was vocalizing something having to do with their sex life to respond, but managed to nod.<br /><br />D thrust forward again, his head lolling back, and then again, and again until he was pistoning fast into Jack, holding his legs up and apart, every muscle in his chest and arms standing out like carved marble. Jack was transfixed just by the sight of him.</blockquote><br /></lj-cut><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-3275595770837737715?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Minniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12489103586299779677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-28483446311850020002009-08-24T06:21:00.001-04:002009-08-24T06:23:32.081-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6387095-turquoise-and-leather" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Turquoise and Leather" border="0" src="http://www.total-e-bound.com/uploads/images_products_large/433.jpg" width=200></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6387095-turquoise-and-leather">Turquoise and Leather</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2839336.Kim_Dare">Kim Dare</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/65085647">4 of 5 stars</a><br />This is a quick-read novella that reads like a smutty short story.<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Book one in the Collared Series<br /><br />An untrained submissive might not be what George wants, but Eric could be just what George needs.<br /><br />George McAllister knows better than to hook up with an untrained submissive. He doesn't have the patience to guide a novice through his first kinky experiences. His lovers know what they are doing and do what they are told. When he sees Eric dancing on top of a table in a kinky club, he assumes the beautiful young man is an experienced submissive. Then he sees the turquoise and leather on his neck and recognises it as a collar. Someone else already owns Eric. George has no choice but to walk away.<br /><br />Eric Jordan doesn't know much about kink and he has no idea why George is suddenly less than enthusiastic. But he knows what he wants and if he has to chase after George to get it, so be it. If George wants to believe the pretty bit of rock on his necklace means something kinky, that's fine. But Eric doesn't belong to anyone but himself and he won't give up possession of himself for one night in George's bed.<br /><br />An untrained submissive might not be what George wants, but he could be just what George needs.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>Why I loved this read:</strong> The kink factor is high and the descriptions are dead-on without losing the humor, romance and sensuality of a good D/s scene. Eric's non-stop mouth is both endearing and humorous as you imagine poor George trying to decide whether to throttle him or kiss him!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> If it was just a change in the angle of his body or just Eric’s realisation his mood was different, George became bigger and more threatening. Eric’s cock leapt. He dove into the kiss with reckless abandon, threading his hands into George’s thick black hair and clinging for purchase. He tried to push his body up against George’s. His feet slid against the sheets.<br /><br />Regretfully taking one hand off George, Eric fumbled over the sheet, trying to find the dropped lube and the condoms. Damn, they had to be there somewhere.<br /><br />George caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed. Moaning his disapproval into their kiss, Eric tried to pull his hand out of his grasp. George wouldn’t allow it. Eric tried with the other hand, patting the sheet, hoping to find the lube on that side of the bed. George caught that hand too. He pinned it down on the other side of Eric’s head. He deepened their kiss before he pulled back.<br /><br />Eric gasped up at him, fidgeting as much as he was able under the unfamiliar restriction. He tried to pull his hands out of George’s hold. It wasn’t painful but it didn’t let up either. Eric got the message — he was stuck there until George allowed him to be otherwise. Eric swallowed down the mixture of panic and pleasure whirling inside him.<br />Resting his weight on Eric’s wrists, George smiled at Eric trying to catch his breath.<br /><br />“I’ll set the pace,” George informed him. “And when I want you ready for me, I’ll see to it that you are.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-2848344631185002000?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124906.post-15101748723582151112009-08-22T20:27:00.000-04:002009-08-22T20:29:07.788-04:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5989460.Collision_Course" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Collision Course" border="0" src="http://samhainpublishing.com/graphics/929.jpg" width="200"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5989460.Collision_Course">Collision Course</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2746690.K_A_Mitchell">K.A. Mitchell</a><br/><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/64802132">5 of 5 stars</a><br />I don't think I have found a K.A. Mitchell book that I haven't completely devoured and loved and <em>Collision Course</em> is definitely no exception!<br /><br /><blockquote><em><strong>Summary:</strong> Immovable object? Meet the irresistible force.<br /><br />Paramedic Aaron Chase doesn’t have anything against love. It just comes with a lot of responsibility, like when he had to raise his sister and brothers after their drug-addicted mom took off for good. Now that the last one is off to college, Aaron’s anticipating enjoying life on his own terms. He certainly wasn’t expecting Joey Miller to accidentally drop into his life.<br /><br />Joey’s sexy, funny and annoyingly optimistic, and his tendency to get into trouble keeps sending him Aaron’s way. Even the fact that Joey works for the hated social work system isn’t reason enough to keep him out of Aaron’s bed.<br /><br />Joey knows all about love. He’s fallen in it ten times—he thinks. It’s not that he can’t tell the difference between sex and love. All that experience has to count for something, right? With Aaron it’s different. Maybe because there’s something to fight for.<br /><br />This time Joey’s fallen for good. He’s not going to let number eleven get away.<br /><br />Warning: This love story may overheat readers or the devices used to read it. Explicit male/male sex scenes involving extra penetration, toys, and spanking.</em></blockquote><br /><br /><strong>Why I loved this read:</strong> Mitchell has to have been a gay man in a previous life because the sex scenes in her books are not just perfectly detailed, they are so vivid, you can practically taste the lube! The sex scenes don't overpower the story either and I love that! The characters grow together, apart and together as fluidly (why does that word sound weird in this context?) as their sex scenes move and bits and pieces of the plot get peppered perfectly throughout the story.<br /><br />Of course, being a Florida girl myself, I love books that are based in my home state. Now I'm going to be looking for a hot American-Indian-looking 30-year-old on a Ducati and following his ass home! :D<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Excerpt:</strong> From the way Joey was biting into his lip, one thumb and Aaron’s mouth were enough to make Joey work hard to hold back. Aaron drew it out as long as he could stand it, watching the sweat break out along Joey’s hairline, the way his mouth went slack before he regained his concentration, the way his chin kept dropping to his chest as his eyes squeezed shut. When the pressure of smooth, wet walls on his thumb made his dick too jealous to wait, Aaron pulled his hand away and let Joey slide from his mouth again.<br /><br />A nudge on his hip and Joey was sliding back. He worked the condom down Aaron’s dick and lifted himself on one foot and one knee. Slicking the latex, Aaron guided his dick in as Joey lowered himself, stopping with the head halfway.<br /><br />Christ, tight pressure right on the head, squeezing him. From the way Joey licked his lips he was enjoying the stretch, so why had he stopped? Aaron tipped his head to see Joey’s eyes. He was plotting something with his I’m-gonna-get-what-I-want look, chin stuck out.<br /><br />Aaron raised the hand holding Joey’s hip and brought it down with a stinging slap against Joey’s ass. “Take it.”<br /><br />A hard clench on Aaron’s dick as Joey’s body reacted to the spank. Oh, he definitely liked to play.<br /><br />Aaron laid another sharp smack right over the last one. Joey groaned and took him in all the way. Every time they did it, Aaron swore the little blond couldn’t work his cock tighter or better, but Joey did, not even moving but pulsing his muscles all around him,the soft walls closing in hot sweet pressure.<br /><br />Joey looked at him with a challenge in his stubborn jaw, and Aaron spanked him again. “Move.”<br /><br />The slaps and the way he took Aaron deep and fast didn’t have any effect on Joey’s erection but to make it leak and twitch.<br /><br />“Now.” The word snapped and timed with his hand on Joey’s ass.<br /><br />Joey got up on his knees and rocked, sliding up and down on Aaron’s dick, muscles flexing. Balancing himself with a hand on Aaron’s shoulder, Joey rode him, slamming down so his ass slapped against Aaron’s thighs with every stroke. Aaron put another handprint on him, listening to the husky groan Joey made as the heat hit him.<br /><br />Aaron grabbed the hot skin in his hands. “Faster.”</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2556735-sary-minnie-hernandez">View all my reviews >></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124906-1510174872358215111?l=3rdlegpress.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Madamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11290429165685213697noreply@blogger.com0