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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Enre and Kalman are back! Still Hotter Than Hell


“Still Hotter Than Hell”: Blurb:
Nothing has changed. Enre still explodes into action without planning anything. He arrives on Kalman’s doorstep with his luggage, ready to move in. Kalman is fine with the idea, but there are things to do first to make it possible. Kalman gently tries to show Enre that thought before action can be good. But will their relationship work? Or will such close proximity kill their love?

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/still-hotter-than-hell-by-berengaria-brown/

ADULT MM Excerpt:
Enre pushed Kalman up against the wall. Watching him looking at him like that, seeing the love in his face and his good humor at all Enre thought of and did, was just so sexy to Enre. Everything Kalman was and did was just so right for him. They were two different people but their hearts beat as one. They shared a single soul and belonged together like this forever.
As fast as he could, he snapped the button on Kalman’s jeans and unzipped them, pushing at the denim to get it out of the way so he could reach Kalman’s delicious cock. Then he was on his knees, sucking Kalman’s dick deep into his throat. Deeper, deeper, swallowing him all the way down. Damn, the man tasted delicious. He was perfect. Everything Enre had ever wanted and more.
He drew himself up Kalman’s delightful body, stroking his palms over his skin under his shirt and tweaking his nipples.
Kalman smiled and pulled Enre closer for a hot and heavy kiss. “I love you so much,” Enre whispered.
“I love you, too.”
Now Kalman leaned forward and unzipped Enre’s jeans. But instead of going straight to Enre’s eager dick, which was standing up and waving, he lifted Enre’s T-shirt up and licked wet lines across his belly. That was similar to what he’d done last night, except he’d sucked his finger first as if it were a cock. This time he was flattening his tongue against Enre’s skin and his belly was twitching and bouncing as much as his cock.
“You’re torturing me,” he groaned.
“There’s no hurry. No need to rush. Slow down and enjoy the journey,” intoned Kalman.
“That’s your mantra. I think you just want to see my cock implode one day.”
Kalman laughed.
Enre took advantage of his inattention to roll Kalman’s balls in his hand, and press their bellies together. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when they were both naked, but it was better than being apart.
Enre used every trick he knew to tease and tantalize Kalman. He scraped his fingernails up the insides of Kalman’s thighs. He kissed him everywhere as well as sucking on his tasty cock. And then he turned him to face the wall. Of course, then he had to hurry into the bedroom for lube and condoms, leaving Kalman alone, but Kalman was still leaning against the wall watching and waiting when he returned.
“We need to go get our health tests done. Then no more condoms,” Enre said, puffing as he opened the lube and coated Kalman’s entryway.
“That’s a good idea.”
“Do you think they’re open today?”
“I think we have quite enough to do already today organizing you to move in here.”
Enre felt himself pout and then laughed.
“Are you telling me to go slow again?” he twisted his fingers in Kalman’s ass, hunting for the magic spot that would make Kalman agree to anything he suggested.
“Possibly.”
Touching Kalman like this was making him more and more desperate to come. Likely it was heating him up just as fast as it was heating up Kalman. Hastily Enre lubed his sheathed dick and pressed it at Kalman’s entry. As always Kalman thrust his butt out, making it so easy for him, and then he was in, sliding into the heat and welcome of Kalman’s ass. This was what he loved. This was what bound them together. Their minds, hearts, and spirits were always aligned, but having their bodies joined together as well made their love ten times more potent. Only when they were linked like this could Enre relax completely. They were one. A unit, a family, and all his dreams come true at once.

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/still-hotter-than-hell-by-berengaria-brown/

Berengaria

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Brought To His Knees Boxed Set


99¢ for a limited time
11 NEW romances by today’s hottest romance authors

Blurb for Brought to His Knees boxed set

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…


Blurb for Tina Donahue’s Make Me Surrender (menage):

She has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.
When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.
Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.
Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.
Before she’s through, these tough guys will be the ones who’ve surrendered.

Excerpt #2:

Travis slammed the pickup’s door and went around to the bed.
Mercy reached it just as he did. “Can you hand me the cooler?” She pointed to it.
She’d painted her nails the same shade as her lips. He recalled her finger in his mouth, how good the frosting and her skin had tasted. A sudden shock of heat spread from Travis’s belly to his crotch.
“There’s a fridge inside, right?” she asked.
It took him a moment to catch up. He nodded. “Your own private bath too.” Just in case she’d planned to use the one in Dutch’s cabin or his, driving both of them over the edge.
“Thanks.” She took the cooler from him and pulled out a single-wrapped Popsicle. Cherry-flavored. “Want one?”
Travis’s answer died in his throat at her tongue snaking around the tip of the pop. She worked the treat between her lips, in and out, as she would a man’s stiffened rod. Unable to speak, he shook his head.
Mercy licked the corners of her mouth, her tongue stained scarlet. “If you do later, go ahead and take as many as you want. Sure is hot today.”
His damn underwear was practically smoking.
After giving him another smile, she followed her girlfriend to the cabin. Like a lovesick puppy, Travis followed, staring at Mercy’s plush ass, the backs of her thighs. All that pale, smooth skin had him breathing hard.
She stopped. He couldn’t, at least not quickly enough, and bumped into her, his cock snuggled against her butt. Mercy looked over, submission in her eyes, a drop of Popsicle juice on her lower lip.
It glittered in the afternoon light, inviting him to taste its sweetness, the cushiony comfort of her mouth.
With a shitting lot of willpower, Travis stepped back, letting Mercy lick her lip before he did.
On a sigh, she turned from him and considered the cabin’s interior again. Bright and clean, smelling of disinfectant and Febreze. He and Dutch had worked on the damn place for hours.
“Wow. This is really nice.” Mercy touched the wooden bedframe, small kitchen set, and freshly washed curtains as though they were made of gold.
Travis wondered what she would think of his old place in one of San Francisco’s most exclusive high rises, or his parents’ many mansions. He’d willingly walked away from so much when she hadn’t had the choice. Rotten luck had caused her to be alone, to work at Fast Fill and here in order to take care of herself.
Mercy didn’t seem to mind or care about money at all. In that they were so alike, making Travis admire and like her even more.
She offered a grateful smile. “You did an awesome job.”
“Way better than Carl would have,” the girl with her gushed, then added, “I’m Jill by the way. Carl’s my guy. That’s his pickup you drove,” she said to Travis. “Thanks for not hitting anything with it.”
Dutch chuckled.
Mercy gave him and her friend a disapproving look. “Travis wasn’t driving that fast. He’s just in a hurry to get me moved in. Do you have plans later?” She spoke to him and Dutch. “Either of you? Am I interfering?”
Travis had thought about calling one of the women he knew, maybe grab a pizza, catch a movie, screw until they were both raw then call it a night. “Nope. Dutch probably does.”
“I don’t,” he said immediately, and smiled at Mercy. “We’re all yours.”
She nodded slowly and licked the length of her Popsicle.
Travis’s throat constricted. He cleared it and said, “After we bring in your things, we’ll set up the ground rules for this arrangement.” He gestured to Dutch. “Let’s go.”
When they reached the pickup’s bed, Dutch spoke quietly. “Ground rules? You mean her hours of work. What she’s supposed to do.”
“Yeah, along with you keeping your jeans zipped and wearing a damn shirt when she’s around.”
“Like you’re doing? Oh wait, you’re not.”
“I didn’t wrap my arm around her.”
“It was a friendly gesture. Hell, I do the same with my grandmother. It’s not a felony.”

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Author Taglines For Novellas In Brought To His Knees

Dark Wolf Enterprises
A.M. Griffin

Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges
Amy Ruttan

A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
Anya Richards

Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction
Cynthia D’Alba

One exhausted cowboy + One uptight accountant x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin
Danica Avet

A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name
Felice Fox

Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
Jennifer Kacey

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
Lynne Silver

A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Whipped
Sabrina York

A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin
Sayde Grace

A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender
Tina Donahue

When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.


BIO:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Hotter Than Hell


OUT TODAY!!

“Hotter Than Hell” blurb:
Enre has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. The world is full of injustice and he wants everything to be fair and equitable right now. Kalman is older, calm and logical, but the two men, co-workers at the botanical gardens, are drawn to each other. They work alone together at the far end of the gardens all one day, getting to know each other and passion ignites between them. The garden bed is made, and sprayed with their seed as well as that of the plants.
Hot, sweaty half naked bodies, and outdoor sex are great, but can two such different people find happiness together?

PG13 MM Excerpt:
Enre took a couple quick steps forward and suddenly they were wrapped in each other’s arms, hugging tightly, grinding their hips together. Enre lifted his head the few inches necessary to look directly into Kalman’s gaze. The heat and lust he saw there almost made his dick burst on the spot. Everything he hoped for, wanted, was reflected back at him in those melting chocolate pools.
Then their lips were locked together. It was not a gentle kiss, but a harsh meshing of teeth, and noses, tongues diving into each other’s mouths.
Until Enre realized Kalman was deliberately slowing them down, savoring the taste of him, encouraging him to take a breath and sample, test, explore. Enre gentled his touch, unclenching his hands on Kalman’s shoulders, slowing his frantic tongue thrusts and relishing the scents and experience that was Kalman.
Oh, that was good. The salty tang from the sweat of hard work, the earthy scent from the dirt they’d been digging, the clean, fresh outdoor smell of the botanic garden itself.
Gently now Enre explored Kalman, sliding his tongue over the roof of Kalman’s mouth, along the insides of his cheeks, behind his teeth, noting the different textures that were all part of this man. A man he was intensely attracted to. A man he wanted to take right now, but who he was prepared to wait for—even if it killed him!
When they finally broke apart Kalman said softly, “See how much better it is when you go slowly. When you rush you miss so many good things.”
“But I still want you. My dick is harder than it’s ever been before.”
“Mine too. I hope the tube of hand cream will function as lube, otherwise we may have a problem.”
“I would never hurt you,” said Enre, and he meant it. Hurting this man really would kill him. He wanted him so bad, but not bad enough to give him pain.
“Oh, I don’t mind a little dash of pain with my pleasure, but I’m not into self-immolation. I think we’ll find a way.”
“You’re sure? You don’t mind fucking in the gardens like this?”
“Outdoor sex turns me on. Besides, we know no one will be coming anywhere near here until we phone Inigo to collect us at the end of the day. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for the longest time. Now take that damn shirt off and let me touch your skin.”
Enre laughed, then said, “We aren’t all olive skinned and tanned Greek gods you know. I need to stay in the shade or I’ll get sunburned.”
“I could lean against the tree and we could christen our new garden bed. No chance of you getting burned then.”
“Now that’s my kind of plan!”
Enre had to sit on the grass to unlace his heavy work boots, but soon he was freeing his aching dick, all the time watching Kalman undress.
Kalman’s skin was the same olive-bronze all the way down to his ass which was just one shade paler, and his thighs were as heavily muscled as his arms. Damn, the man looked good! Every inch of him was sheer perfection from his shaggy brown hair, to his long, narrow toes.
When his jeans were off, Kalman slid his feet back into his boots and stepped on the freshly turned soil, crossing his arms against the broad trunk of the tree, resting his head on his forearms, and glancing back over his shoulder. He spread his legs wide apart and waggled his ass in an intensely erotic action that had Enre gripping his cock and hoping he didn’t disgrace himself like a teenager on a first date. “Hot,” Enre gasped.
“We’ll be much hotter together,” replied Kalman.
“Oh, yes.” Enre’s restraint was stretched to the limit. He simply couldn’t wait another second. He riffled through their bag of supplies, locating the hand cream and slathering it on his aching dick. Then he stepped up behind Kalman, the tube still in his hand. “I hope to hell this works.”
“Next time we’ll bring lube and condoms.”
“Next time. There’ll definitely be a next time, and I can promise you I won’t leave home without supplies.”
Carefully, Enre rubbed some hand cream around Kalman’s tight pucker. Touching Kalman’s skin, trying to be slow and thorough, was killing Enre. He wanted to ram his cock in that hot, little hole and pump his hips madly until they both exploded. But this was their first time, and it had to be good, special.

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hotter-than-hell-by-berengaria-brown/

Berengaria

Friday, August 1, 2014

Sunshine Yellow Days and Popping His Cherry


I'm so excited about "The Paint Store Boys". I love these men and their stories. "Sunshine Yellow Days" is still sitting there on the best seller list looking so purty I could scream, beside famous authors like Sophie Oak and Lynn Hagen (inset fangirl squee here).

Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.

Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.

http://www.bookstrand.com/sunshine-yellow-days

And now book 2 "Popping His Cherry" is out!


Builder Max Hall and Detective Nicholas O’Hare have a wonderful night together after the court case between The Paint Store and serial pest Mitchall. But then they’re both very busy at work, and Max doesn’t answer Nick’s calls. Is their romance over before it really began? Max had admitted to Nick that this was his first gay romance. Max was adamant that he’d gradually realized he wasn’t attracted to women and craved the rougher, tougher love of another man. Was he lying? Was all his talk about wanting to have his male cherry popped just talk, and once he’d had the experience he’d decided to revert to loving a woman? Had Max just used Nick? Nick thought there was genuine love between them, but if so, why isn’t Max answering his cell phone anymore?

http://www.bookstrand.com/popping-his-cherry

Berengaria

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Paint Store Boys


"Popping His Cherry" (MM) is out 2 August and it's on discount as well!

PRE-ORDER!

AVAILABLE: Saturday, August 2nd

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, August 9th.


Builder Max Hall and Detective Nicholas O’Hare have a wonderful night together after the court case between The Paint Store and serial pest Mitchall. But then they’re both very busy at work, and Max doesn’t answer Nick’s calls. Is their romance over before it really began? Max had admitted to Nick that this was his first gay romance. Max was adamant that he’d gradually realized he wasn’t attracted to women and craved the rougher, tougher love of another man. Was he lying? Was all his talk about wanting to have his male cherry popped just talk, and once he’d had the experience he’d decided to revert to loving a woman? Had Max just used Nick? Nick thought there was genuine love between them, but if so, why isn’t Max answering his cell phone anymore?

But the problem is much deeper than that. Something has happened to Max.

STORY EXCERPT

Max Hall sat on the end of the bench in the booth where the crowd from The Paint Store was celebrating their court victory over serial litigator Mitchall. The man had tried to persuade the judge that when he made a legitimate complaint about a faulty paint roller one of the staff had viciously broken his finger.

Since Ainsley was able to produce photographs of Mitchall’s finger marks on her thigh, and he had no evidence his finger had been damaged, his case was thrown out of court.

It had been Max’s job, as a builder as well as part owner of The Paint Store, to give evidence that the paint roller was perfectly marketable. Mitchall hadn’t wanted them to see the roller and when Max had insisted, it was obvious why he’d hidden it. The so-called ruined wall had only the tiniest evidence of any unevenness of the paint application on it, and that could be blamed on the skill of the painter rather than the quality of the roller. Max had taken pictures of both the wall and the roller as well.

Fortunately the judge had agreed with them. But even better than that, the entire incident had caused him to meet Detective Nicholas O’Hare. Nick had seen the pictures of the opening of the store in the local newspaper, and had wandered in to have a look for himself on his day off. He’d arrived at absolutely the right time for The Paint Store staff. He’d seen Mitchall lean over Ainsley, grip her thigh, and scream at her.

The judge had believed him absolutely when he’d said that anything that might or might night have happened to Mitchall’s finger was self-defense.

“Personally I wish she had broken it. That might have taught the idiot a lesson,” Nick had said to him as they walked from the court to the bar for their drink.

“Yeah, me, too. But mostly I’m just glad it’s all over,” Max said, ensuring he was sitting next to Nick. The detective looked even sexier today in his prim navy blue suit and pale blue shirt than he’d looked in jeans and a faded blue T-shirt the first time they’d met. Watching him loosen his navy necktie made Max wonder what it’d feel like to kiss the man’s slightly stubbled cheek.

Max had always been attracted equally to men as to women, yet he’d never had a relationship with a man before. It was rather embarrassing to realize that he was thirty years old and his male cherry remained unpopped. But that was something that he planned to fix real soon. Maybe even tonight.

He’d known he needed to accept his sexual orientation after spending an hour in Nick’s company on the day Mitchall had come to the store. It was just that he hadn’t been able to think of an appropriate way of going about it. The store had the detective’s cell phone number, but what was he supposed to say? “I’ve decided I’m gay. Will you pop my cherry?” was hardly a good enough pick up line. Tonight was his only chance. There’d be no logical reason to speak to the man ever again after tonight. So somehow he had to arrange for them to leave together. But how?


* * * *

Detective Nicholas O’Hare hadn’t spent two years at the Police Academy without learning to read body language, and he’d known from the very beginning that the attraction he felt toward the big builder was reciprocated.

He sipped his craft beer and pretended to be looking down the table at Roland, who was speaking, while he actually watched Max out of the corner of his eye.

The builder was six foot four, and solid with it, muscles bulging beneath his sports coat and business pants. Nick had never loved such a big man before. Usually he preferred smaller, slender men like the interior designer, Basil. But apart from the fact that Basil had eyes for no one except the staff member, Edward, it was Max who Nick was drawn to. Max was huge and assertive on the outside, but Nick had a strong feeling that he’d be a great, big, soft, cuddly teddy bear in bed.

Well, time would tell. He planned to make a move on the man tonight, and see what might happen.

It was fascinating watching the four owners and staff members interacting like this, relaxing after the pressure and drama of the day in court. Each owner was very different from all the others, but they seemed to understand and make allowances for each other’s personalities.

On the outside Max was very much a man’s man. A big, tough person with definite ideas. He teased Basil by calling him Baz, which the designer clearly disliked, and he and Basil both called Cuthbert, the accountant, a bean counter in quite a derogatory way, which Cuthbert waved off. Yet underneath the teasing Nick sensed their bond was strong.

Roland, the business manager, was the final member of the group and he looked and sounded as staid as Cuthbert, yet had some quite radical ideas at times.

The three full-time staff members were also a close-knit group—Edward, Robyn, and Ainsley, who’d shown such courage against the bullying Mitchall. Henry, the final staff member, was clearly in awe of everyone else, yet had staunchly supported them all. Nick was as certain as a nonmathematical person could be, that The Paint Store was on solid ground as a business.

What wasn’t on such solid ground was whether or not Max would split off from the group and come somewhere with him so they could get to know each other better.

Their attorney, who’d accompanied them all to the bar, left, but the others decided to buy food, so he did the same, aware that now he was the only noncompany person remaining in the group. But he didn’t plan on leaving without Max. Or, at the very least, without a date organized with Max.

nce the food was eaten, Ainsley and Robyn finished their drinks and decided to leave. Cuthbert started saying his good-byes, and Henry did, too. Nick decided this was the perfect opportunity. Under cover of all the conversation he asked Max softly, “How about we continue this event somewhere we can talk? Just you and me.”

http://www.bookstrand.com/popping-his-cherry

Berengaria

Monday, July 21, 2014

Blog hopping!

BB: Peyton Brittany Clarke roped me into this blog hop.
Welcome Peyton! She is a fellow author and blog hopper!

PBC: Thank you Berengaria! Here's a little about me... My name is Peyton Brittany Clarke. I live in Michigan where summers are a bit humid and winters are a little too cold. Me and my husband have been married for over a decade and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when I'm writing a steamy love scene. Mostly for authenticity. I love to travel and hope to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon where I'd get to meet my idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in the process. When I'm not on the net (which is practically all the time) I am reading about the life of my latest "book boyfriend" from a favorite author or creating my own in one of my books. I love talking to my fans. So if you'd like to contact me, drop me an e-mail. I'd love to speak to you. My e-mail is peytonbrittanyclarkewrites@gmail.com
Peyton's blog is at: http://peytonbrittanyclarkewrites.blogspot.com/2014/07/its-our-blog-hop-featuring-your.html


Now the Questions for me to answer:
Question 1) What are you working on?
I’m planning a series of four more male-male books in the same world as “The Paint Store Boys”. The day job is very hectic right now so I’m still at the “thinking” stage.
Question 2) How does your work differ from others in your genre?
I’m different in that I’m constantly swapping genres. I write a lot of ménage, but in all different combinations — one woman with two men, with three men, with and without MM interaction. But I also write FF, and MM, and MMM, and (gasp!) straight MF. I write historical (Regency and medieval), paranormal (ghosts, shifters, vampires) and a lot of contemporary.
Question 3) Why do you write what you write?
I like to read across all different genres, so that’s the way I write. I feel if a reader doesn’t like one of my books, chances are they’ll like another one in a different genre.
Question 4) How does your writing process work?
Process? I’m supposed to have a process? I like to think through the characters and plot first. Once I begin writing I like to have a beginning, an end, and some points I want to hit on the way through. But how we get from the start to the finish very much depends on what the characters feel like doing!


The next bloggers are:
Mardi Maxwell: everythingeroticebooksandmore.blogspot.com
Frey Ortega: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/
Andrew Jericho: http://andrewjericho.com/writing-process-blog-hop/
Rose Nickol- http://roseniockolbloghop.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-name-is-rose-nickol.html

Please visit them and learn about them too.
Berengaria

Friday, July 18, 2014

Sunshine Yellow Days on discount this week

Sunshine Yellow Days (MM) The Paint Store Boys Book 1


PRE-ORDER!
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Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.
Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.

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STORY EXCERPT

Ed was up early the next morning, his lunch made and in a brown paper bag and his uniform on long before he needed to leave. At seven thirty he was too excited to wait any longer and put a coat over the uniform for the drive to work. As the staff had been told to do, he parked in the very back row of the parking lot, and stepped out of the car. Still wearing his coat he walked around to the back door of the store and punched his personal code into the security system. It beeped and the door opened. There were two other cars already in the parking lot so he knew he wasn’t first, but just as a practice he locked the door behind him and went to the security box on the wall, checking the lights were green, not flashing red.
He, Robyn, and Ainsley each had a code to use to enter the store. He supposed the four owners did as well. The other staff would be at the back door ten minutes before eight and Robyn was assigned to let them in. Then they would all be lined up across the front of the store to welcome the first customers when the ribbon was cut and the store officially opened.
Ed had never been at the opening of a building before, and was surprised how excited he felt. Not nervous, just excited. Although if people kept asking him questions he couldn’t answer he’d likely get scared soon enough. But they’d been told yesterday what to say if they needed help. “I can’t answer that question myself, but I’ll refer your request to my supervisor.” Then one of the four owners would deal with the question.
Ed put his lunch and his coat in his locker and stared at himself in the mirror in the change room. He really didn’t look like himself at all. He looked younger, more carefree, happy even. The uniform was a long-sleeved bright yellow shirt worn under the same bright yellow overalls. The overalls had huge splotches of lurid colors all over them, mimicking paint splatters, and across the center back, in big red letters was “The Paint Store.”
But the outfit suited the store. It was very modern, very bright, very eye-catching. And so was the store. Ed could hear movement and talking, then laughter and the sound of cars. Before he knew it the staff had all arrived, every one of them in uniform and with smiling faces. As instructed, they lined up across the front of the store and watched through the huge windows as crowds gathered, the mayor spoke, the ribbon was cut, and the door opened.
Before the customers could flood into the store a lot of photographs were taken, including some with all the staff, and then people entered, laughing and talking.
It was like a holiday, Ed thought. Everyone was so carefree. People were laughing, joyous. Nothing was too much trouble. Ten people in line ahead of them? No problem, they just chattered gaily to everyone in line with them. The store sold so many rollers and paint trays he had to go out to the store room and restock the shelves. Then he handed a note to Robyn for her to order in more. By the end of the day more displays had been depleted and he was busy restocking a lot more shelves. That had to be good news for the company.
It was late when he finished, with all the displays neatly tidied and fully restocked. But he was thrilled about how the store looked and all the sales they’d made.
Basil met him in the locker room. “Well done, Edward. You did great!”
Unlike the other three owners, Basil was wearing a uniform as well. It looked even better on him than it did on anyone else, especially with his bright red boots and green and purple hair. Ed had first noticed his voice, a light tenor that tingled up Ed’s spine and sent sexy shivers running through his body. Now he noticed the frank look of sexual appreciation in his gaze as well.
Ed gulped. Surely this owner couldn’t be interested in him. Obviously they were both gay, but still…
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now the store is officially opened I won’t be around as much anymore. We’ll be in and out for the next few days, but after that you people will be managing it from day to day yourselves. Then I won’t be your boss as such any more. So, next week, will you come out for a drink with me?”
“A drink?”
Basil’s mouth said a drink but Ed could read much more in his gaze. His dick hardened at the thought. Basil intrigued him. The man was everything he wasn’t. Cool, confident, successful. But he was interested in him. How could that have happened? Ed wasn’t sure whether what he felt was hero worship or not, but there was lust bound up in it, just as there was lust in Basil’s eyes.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
“Why don’t we meet at noon on Sunday in Pinky’s?”
Ed smiled. Pinky’s was a gay bar. “I’ll see you there.”
Wow! A date. He had a date. Ed was filled with happiness. His life had taken the most incredible turn and he could hardly wait for Sunday.

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