First, we are still open for submissions on our Road Trip anthology! We will be posting this one July so of course we need your help with prompts!!!! Send us:

Send your prompt idea (one per person, please) to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com…and March 1st we’ll be picking the prompts that scream our names!

And then, don’t forget about our latest release And The Prompt Is…Holiday Edition. You can check out our wonderful new blog for the links to pick up this wonderful anthology — Go here! The profits for the first ninety days will donated to a wonderful charity in need of help - My Stuff Bags. Want to know more about them? Go here…

One more thing for you…Next Monday, I have a new release out! This one is a little different in that it is a menage story (M/F/M). Yep, that’s a girl in there. Make sure you check it out. I’m betting you’re gonna like it.

Series Blurb:

The Council of Magick has ruled the North American wizarding community for as long as wizards have been around. When an uprising threatens to destroy the Council, five men must accept who they are in order to protect those they love. 

Book Blurb:

Jace & Symon are wizards longing to sell their Detroit-based bookstore and head for the lush nature of the Upper Peninsula – Symon to escape his destiny and Jace to find his. Lovers and partners for years, they are awaiting their third. They just don’t know when she’ll show up.

Lark can’t believe her luck. Just when she’s lost her home, she gets a good-paying job cleaning out a bookstore. Though the work is temporary, she’s willing to do whatever she needs to to keep herself afloat. Things go wickedly awry when she reads the inscription on an old journal and suddenly finds herself with magick beyond her control.

More than Lark’s powers hang in the balance. Will Jace and Symon be able to counter her mistake in time to save her?

You can click on the cover to head on over to Total-e-Bound and pre-order it today!

Okay…time to get on with the prompt! This week is: “Someone’s playing the radio.” A big hug and thank you to Jade, our lovely camera girl, for the yummy eye-candy down below…now let’s see what our boys get up to today. *wink*

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 6

Kaden leaned his forehead against Brandt’s shoulder. He needed to slow down or he’d scare Brandt away. “Need a minute.”

Brandt grunted in response, then jerked Kaden’s shirt from where it was tucked in his jeans. His hands were cold, the air cold too, but Kaden had waited so long for these touches it didn’t matter. His nerves sang like live wires, sparks of heat lingering in the wake of Brandt’s fingers.

“Want me as much as I want you?”

God yes. Kaden rocked his hips forward, pressing his erection against Brandt. He couldn’t talk. He was past that. And Brandt wouldn’t ask him to. Brandt wasn’t the bare-your-soul type either.

Brandt fumbled at Kaden’s waist. It seemed like an hour, but seconds later, cold air then warm flesh closed around Kaden’s cock. He choked back a moan as Brandt’s strokes started tight and quick.

“That’s it. Gimme that cum,” Brandt murmured in Kaden’s ear. “I want it all. Don’t you hold back.”

Kaden walked Brandt backward until they reached the wall. He braced his palms to either side of Brandt’s head and buried his face against Brandt’s shoulder, inhaling deep the scent of cowboy, his cowboy. Fucking Brandt’s fist, that perfect circle of heat and pressure, Kaden’s release spooled in his balls. His breath became ragged and he couldn’t keep a rhythm, but Brandt didn’t seem to mind.

“Come on, doc.” A squeeze of Brandt’s fingers accompanied another hard stroke down. “Paint me.”

Kaden’s arms buckled, but Brandt didn’t let him fall. Didn’t slow down those harsh strokes on his cock either. Another twist of Brandt’s work-rough palm over his cockhead and Kaden moaned against his lover’s heated skin as his release spilled over onto Brandt’s hand.

Brandt gentled his touch, slowing his motions until Kaden jerked at the sensitivity. Chuckling, Kaden pressed a kiss to that spot behind Brandt’s ear. “Didn’t think you’d be a talker.”

“Yeah, well…” Brandt shrugged.

Pulling his shirt over his head, shivering as goose bumps rippled over his skin, Kaden wiped himself off, then buttoned his jeans. He held out his shirt with a silent question and Brandt took it to clean his hand. Even in the dim lighting of his vet office, Kaden could see the flush of Brandt’s skin under his year-long tan.

Kaden stroked a hand over Brandt’s cheek, trailing his fingers down his neck to cup them behind his head. With a jerk, he brought Brandt to him for a harsh, short kiss. He broke away and grinned at the shocked look he received.

Brandt opened his mouth, no doubt to cuss him out, but Kaden silenced him with a hand to Brandt’s zipper. Understanding dawned in those dark eyes and he reclined back against the wall, his shoulders flat to it with his back arched to give Kaden perfect access to his cock.

“Good boy.” Kaden sank to his knees, Brandt’s breathy moan barely loud enough to reach his ears – but it did. He hadn’t been the only one dreaming of this day. “My turn.”

“Always about you.”

“Mm-hmm.” Making short work of Brandt’s jeans and underwear, Kaden didn’t bother admiring the scenery. He wrapped his mouth around Brandt’s cock and sucked him flat down to his root. Both of Brandt’s hands wound into Kaden’s hair, tight fists holding Kaden in place. Kaden refused to give up control so easily, and certainly not this first time. Not to mention the whole breathing thing. He swallowed around the thick cock filling his mouth and Brandt bucked his hips as he shouted Kaden’s name.

“Fuck, Kaden.” Brandt loosened his hold and Kaden sucked his way to the tip of Brandt’s cock, tonguing the slit, tasting the bitter pre-cum leaking into his mouth. “Suck hard. Suck it like a fucking lollipop.”

Yeah, his Brandt was a talker. And it was hotter than hell. Adrenaline raced in his blood and Kaden did what he was told.

“Damn, your mouth is like a furnace. Gonna burn me up.” Brandt’s fists tightened again, and this time Kaden let him do it. “Gotta fuck those pretty lips.”

Kaden moaned around Brandt’s prick, widening his mouth to take Brandt’s assault as he pistoned his cock into Kaden’s throat with every thrust. Kaden slid his hands around Brandt’s hips, digging his fingers into Brandt’s ass cheeks and holding on for the ride.

Brandt’s breathing was heavy and ragged, his eyes glazed as he stared down at Kaden. “Gonna come. Wanna fill your throat. Want you to swallow me.”

Kaden gave a small nod. God, he wanted that too. Needed it tonight. They both did. A final thrust and Brandt gave a shout as he came. Kaden swallowed around the pulsing prick, drinking down the salty mix and savoring the taste. Slowly, he pulled away, licking his lips. They stung a bit with the force of Brandt’s fucking, but he savored that too.

Slipping Brandt’s clothes back into place, Kaden stood. He noticed Brandt’s expression, satisfied as it was, was also laced with pain. Shit. He’d forgotten about Brandt’s ribs. Smoothing his hands over Brandt’s chest, he massaged gently across tight muscles until Brandt’s breathing evened out again. “You okay? Want me to take a closer look at those ribs?”

“Nah. I forget sometimes I’m a lame duck.” Brandt tugged his shirt down. He cocked his head, his brow scrunching together. “Someone’s playing the radio? This late?”

Confused, Kaden stared at Brandt for a moment before he heard the music too. The soft strains of an old George Straight love song drifted from one of his back rooms. It was one that Mike played often on his iTunes player. Something about waiting with open arms and love was gonna make it alright.

He smiled. Mike was a romantic. His slight build, blond hair and sky blue eyes were storybook boy-next-door when he wasn’t running from a thug. More than once Kaden had been tempted by his assistant’s tight ass as he moved around the office. Even now, he could see the strong, lean muscles bunch and move as he worked with one patient or another, completely unaware of the pretty picture he made.

Kaden knew Mike had a crush on him but he hadn’t wanted to start anything with the younger man when Kaden knew his heart belonged to Brandt. Now with Brandt back in town, he had been certain the lust building for Mike would fade.

Brandt nudged him. “That look because of me, K?”

The edge to Brandt’s tone caused Kaden to pause. Should he say anything? He slid his gaze from the hallway to Brandt, whose mouth was set in a grim pout. He settled for answering Brandt’s first question. “That’s Mike’s iPod. One of his favorite songs.”

“And that made you smile?” Brandt’s eyes glittered in the light reflecting from the front desk.

“No. Mike made me smile, dumbass.” Kaden hesitated again, but the curiosity at what might happen…what Brandt would say had him tempting fate. “You know, while you were gone, he’s been here. A constant. A good friend.”

“How good a friend?”

Kaden stilled. “You think you have the right to ask that? Did you worry about me while you were chasing dick all over the circuit? Was I on your mind? You know…don’t answer. I fucking know better and I don’t want you to lie.” Fuck, he’d waited years for Brandt, but with that attitude, the bastard could worry a little. It would do him good.

Brandt blinked at him. Stunned, Kaden was sure. But that didn’t last long. “After what just happened, I have every right to know who my competition is.”

“Competi-“ Kaden squeezed the bridge of his nose with two fingers, counting to ten. This fight was his fault. His wayward thoughts set him on edge and now he was baiting Brandt. “You need to go home.”

“Are you kidding me?” The look on Brandt’s face said he was a long way from being finished with this conversation.

He grabbed his keys and his coat, waiting while Brandt realized he was serious. He needed space to figure out what the hell was going on in his head, to figure out what he wanted. Really wanted. “I’ll drive you.”

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

UPDATE: CONGRATS TO SARA’S WINNER, CINDERS! Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented.

UPDATE #2: Congrats to LYRA for winning the $25 Amazon Gift Certificate! 

Thanks so much for having me on, Em, for today’s stop on the Drop and Give Me… Holding out for a Hero blog tour. Make sure you’ve entered on each blog for a chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate! Not a hardship since we’ve all shared our favorite smex scenes from our books.

Monday: Devon Rhodes hosted Sue Holston

Tuesday: Sue Holston hosted Em Woods

Wednesday: YOU ARE HERE!

Thursday: Sara York will host Simone Anderson

Friday: Simone Anderson will host Devon Rhodes

Everyday heroes are my favourite. Zane and Nick are two everyday hero’s who are just doing their job by saving lives. Zane and Nick are amazing guys, who put other’s first. I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Zane’s Inferno.

Excerpt:

Zane dried his hand on the dishtowel while waiting for Nick to make the first move. They stared each other down, Zane’s dick growing stiffer with each passing second. He glanced down at Nick’s pants, glad to see that Nick had a huge boner too.

“Get over here,” Nick growled.

Zane hesitated but couldn’t deny that he wanted to be next to Nick. His steps slowed as he neared the other man. Nick was slightly taller and more muscled than he. Zane’s legs shook and his hands trembled.

Nick reached out and ran his fingers through Zane’s hair. His touch was initially gentle and soft then he grabbed Zane’s arms and spun him around, slamming him against the wall. He trapped Zane’s hands behind his back and held them there with one hand while his other hand unbuttoned and unzipped Zane’s pants before shoving them down below his ass.

The slide of his hand over Zane’s dick was rough and aggressive. Nick punished Zane’s mouth, demanding entrance then sucking hard on Zane’s tongue. Nick let go of his boner and grabbed Zane’s ass, separating his cheeks enough to slip one finger into Zane’s hole. Zane cried out in pleasure and pain as Nick’s finger found his prostate and played with it, taking Zane from rock hard to about to blow.

“You like this?” Nick asked.

Zane tried to buck off Nick’s hold, but Nick wouldn’t budge. He let go of Zane’s hands, grabbed his dick and squeezed. That did it. Zane came, squirting his cum down Nick’s hand and the wall.

Nick leaned against his back, his breath hot on Zane’s ear. “I want you so bad.”

Zane couldn’t respond. He’d never had anyone take him like that before. He couldn’t believe that his dick had already spent its load on nothing more than a finger fuck. Usually he lasted a long time. The twinks he dated dumped early…never him.

Nick dropped his pants, the belt clattering against the tile floor. “Bed. Now.” Nick pinched Zane’s ass.

“Ouch. You like it rough? Huh?” Anger and lust brewed together in Zane’s belly as he bucked back against Nick’s body.

Nick countered by taking Zane’s hands and holding them against the wall. His cock teased Zane’s hole. Zane’s dick was growing hard again, presenting itself at half-mast. He would be ready to show Nick a thing or two about fucking in a few minutes.

With all of his strength he threw off Nick’s hold and shoved him away. He turned around to face Nick and was hit by the raw lust shining in his eyes. Zane’s dick finished stiffening out when he got a good look at the size of Nick. The man had a tool that Zane prayed like hell he knew how to use.

Nick came at Zane, trapping him once more against the wall. Their cocks brushed against each other sending a shiver through both of them. Nick’s eyes brightened with lust as he brushed his dick against Zane again.

Zane moaned and closed his eyes as their bodies pressed up against each other.

“Open your eyes.”

Even if he didn’t want to, Zane was helpless against Nick’s demands. He’d always been the aggressor. Every guy he’d slept with before had been smaller than he. This was the first time he’d ever had sex with a bigger guy. Never before had he been able to be rough for fear of hurting the man he was with. But Nick could take his shit. The guy was tough.

Zane pushed Nick back off him. The surprise in Nick’s eyes brought a thrill to Zane. He ran to the bedroom, hearing Nick right behind him. Zane had been going to jump on the bed but decided to fake Nick out. Zane slid to a stop and jumped out of the way when Nick tried to grab for him.

“Oh, I am so going to punish you for this,” Nick said.

“You can’t punish me unless you catch me. And I’m faster than you, big guy.”

Nick laughed then lunged at Zane. They bumped into the wall and Nick held him prisoner there as he fondled Zane’s balls. Pleasure almost made Zane forget his quest for dominance. He pushed against Nick but lost the battle. Before he could stop him, Nick had both of Zane’s arms held overhead.

Nick stood slightly away from Zane’s body, his eyes focused on Zane’s cock. “I’m going to have fun with your prick. You’ve already come for me once, and now I’m going to make you do it again.”

 Nick locked eyes with him and Zane’s legs started to tremble. He didn’t doubt for a minute that Nick could make him come again before they even had sex but he didn’t want to. He wanted to force Nick to his knees and have his way with him.

“Not likely. I’m going to make you blow your load first,” Zane said.

“Try and make me.” Nick’s smile was cocky and totally needed to be wiped off his face.

Zane fought against Nick’s hold and won, pushing them both onto the bed. They wrestled for dominance, their bodies sweating and their breathing ragged as they pushed and twisted their way from Zane being on top to Nick being the victor.

Nick flipped Zane over face down and held him with a knee to his back. Zane heard the sound of foil ripping and knew Nick was rolling on a condom. He did his best to get out from under Nick but the man had him pinned.

Two of Nick’s fingers were up his ass prepping him for sex before Zane realised what Nick was doing. With renewed vigour, Zane tried to escape Nick’s hold but lost when Nick grabbed Zane’s hips and lined up to push his cock into him.

The first brush of Nick’s cock against Zane’s hole set off a firestorm of sensations that spread throughout his body. Zane bucked against him, trying to force Nick deeper, but the man clamped both hands even tighter around Zane’s hips, forcing him to remain still.

****

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In trying to decide what to blog about today, Valentine’s Day, I went back and forth with myself on the most obvious subject – romance. Surprisingly it is a volatile subject. What comprises romance, what should be “allowed”, what boundaries should be pushed. I hesitated in bringing it up at all.

But, I am a romantic at heart…and it is my blog, after all.

So….HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Let’s talk romance, y’all. Or rather romance stories.

For the sake of this discussion, this blog, and my own opinion – I refer to the leading organization in romance: The Romance Writers of America. Whether you like the RWA or not, they are a leader in advocating the rights of aspiring writers and authors everywhere. They are a valuable watchdog and a powerful ally. There is no arguing that.

The industry definition for romance is this:

Two basic elements comprise every romance novel: a central love story and an emotionally-satisfying and optimistic ending. (http://www.rwa.org/cs/the_romance_genre)

This means a romance story needs main characters moving toward a relationship (whether they “want” to or not), and they should by the end of the story have found love – whether for the moment (happily for now) or for the rest of their lives (happily ever after).

I admit, I am one of those people who need a happily ever after. I don’t want to think that these two main characters I’ve just invested my heart into are going to toddle off down the road and find someone new. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t begrudge readers who are good with that. To each their own.

For me, it’s like saying you prefer a certain subgenre like paranormal or historical or contemporary. Or saying you prefer a certain pairing like M/F or M/M.

But I can say that you won’t find happily for now in any of my stories. I’m not wired that way. It keeps me awake at night sometimes as I try to figure out how to give my boys a life where they are happy. Or as happy as they can be. That all depends on the story, doesn’t it?

Now, I know some men take a leak outside when the bathroom door is right there, some cry like babies at the drop of a hat, some are dicks 24-7. Some think only with their dicks. But that doesn’t mean all men are that way. It doesn’t even mean most men are that way. And it certainly doesn’t mean that the men in my stories have to be that way.

So I write my romance stories with men who have emotions deeper than a teaspoon (I love that line from Harry Potter!) but can control them for the most part, who pee in the toilet (though you’ll never hear the tinkle), and who can think beyond the cock in their pants at least 90% of the day.

And I write them into committed relationships where they use condoms…and they get their Happily Ever After.

That’s just my style.

What’s yours?

Good morning! How is everyone doing?

Well, you know…I’m doing spectacular today! Why? It’s release day! ONLY SAM is out in single ebook format… you can go here to get it!

Blurb:

When a restaurant goes up in flames, will a spark of love rise from the ashes for a chef and his hero?

When chef Dylan Brookes finds his restaurant engulfed in flames, all he can do is watch his dreams turn to ashes. Shock, hurt and disbelief leave Dylan vulnerable to both the man who wants to love him…and the one who wants to kill him.

Fire fighter Sam Carter has been frequenting the same small restaurant for a year, trying to work up the nerve to ask the chef out on a date. When Dylan’s Omni burns to the ground from foul play, Sam steps in to help.

Now the question is…will his efforts be too late?

You can check here, on the Red Hot Valentine’s Day Blog Hop, for a smexy excerpt (not to mention prizes!)…

And let me point out that the Story Orgy is needing YOU to help with our next anthology! We’ve done the miscellaneous one…we’ve done the Christmas one…well this one will be released in the summer so of course we have to do a ROAD TRIP one!!!! We need:

Send your prompt idea (one per person, please) to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com…and March 1st we’ll be picking the prompts that scream our names!

Okay…are you ready? A big thank you to our lovely Jade for the beauty of the day…and this week is a Hook-Up for me…for which some crazy person (me!) came up with this prompt: Before your character knows it, he’s drank a whole bottle of champayne on Valentine’s Day Eve. Why? What happens? 

I hope you guys enjoy my little change-up here…and I’m sure you’ll like the direction it points to…

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 5 (Hook Up)

Mike sank onto his couch, his head pounding from the shitty night he’d just endured. Kicking his shoes off, he flopped over to the side, one arm flung over his eyes to block out the world.

It was just fucking bad luck that the boss he’d been pining over for the last year finally got his man to open his damn blind eyes. Kaden was a good man, a good boss…and Mike wanted him for himself.

Last Valentine’s Day, he’d thought he almost had him. Mike stared at the empty bottle of champagne on his bookshelf. It was pathetic he’d kept it all this time. Months of dreaming about the day when Kaden would give up on Brandt. He’d listened to Kaden go on about all of Brandt’s virtues, all while Kaden downed that entire bottle of champagne.

The last thing Kaden had said before he’d passed out – Might be time to move on. Yeah, just might be time to forget. – had given Mike hope. But the next morning, Kaden had remembered nothing. Mike couldn’t bring himself to tell him about his ramblings and embarrass Kaden. So he’d told his boss he had crashed as soon as he’d knocked on Mike’s door.

Then Mike had held that night close, letting it flicker with hope. Only tonight, with one look at the two men side by side protecting him from Amos, he couldn’t deny the chemistry between them.

He really envied that.

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Just a couple things…thanks so much for reading our blog story over at the brand new STORY ORGY blog. You know we’ll keep you updated here on our own blogs, but our group activities (heehee!) will be over there. For those of you who missed it, you can head here (http://thestoryorgy.blogspot.com/) and get a whole story – Craving Caven - for free!

Out of that celebration comes the winners of our Word Play Anthology:

From JR’s blog –  Araya

From my post – DianneH

From Hank’s post –  Sherry

From Havan’s post – Sharon S

From Lee’s post – Kyreadinggirl

For their support & following our new blog, Stacia & Christy will also receive an SO anthology!

But all is not lost! For those of you who commented but did not win an anthology, you’ll be getting SO freebies too…just send to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com  your mailing address and we’ll get a little something-something out to you as well.

Okay, now that we’ve got the goodies out of the way…are you ready for some more cowboys? Today’s prompt is Your character finds a black and white photo. Write about it. A big yummo! to our lovely Jade for the eye candy this week…and now it’s time to kick back and enjoy a little Brandt’s Choice…

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 4

Brandt held on tight to the door handle as Kaden turned into Sissy’s drive. He shouldn’t have been shocked that the place looked deserted, but he was. All the lights were out, the cars gone…the place looked shut down. “What the hell?”

“Damn, Austin got this place cleared out fast.” Kaden slung an arm across Mike’s chest to keep him from hitting the dashboard as he slammed on the brakes. “Out.”

Headlights turned in behind them. Brandt swore when Amos Sanders stepped out of his rundown truck with the same nasty grin and deep black eyes Brandt remembered. Mike had described him right. Big and ugly. The guy had too many muscles, no brains and hated fags.

Kaden stood in front of Mike, blocking him from Amos’s view. “Something we can help you with?”

Amos lifted a beefy hand, crooking a finger to point around Kaden. “Just want that little cocksucker.”

“He’s not interested.”

Brandt kept still. Amos hadn’t noticed him yet. Would it be the coward’s way to stay silent and hope the burly bastard went away?

Amos grinned, revealing teeth that had seen better days, and Mike groaned. Brandt shifted closer to Kaden, creating a larger wall between Amos and Mike. A soft thanks came from behind him just as Amos focused on Brandt.

His dark eyes narrowed for a split second before he barked out a laugh. “Hot damn. It’s my lucky day.”

Kaden tensed beside him. “Excuse me?”

Amos beckoned to Brandt. “I’ll get to whoop his ass twice. Come on over here, let’s get this party started.”

Even in the cold winter air, Brandt felt his face heat with humiliation. He hadn’t wanted Kaden to know the truth. “I’m not fightin’ you and you’re not getting the boy so you might as well leave.”

“Didn’t stop me the last time.”

Amos had taken a step forward when the distinct click of a hammer cocking on a pistol breached the air. “Name’s Austin, friend. Got something you want to discuss?”

Brandt shivered at the calm tone of the sheriff’s voice coming from the shadows near the house. He’d heard it before – once. And that man had nearly died for hurting Sissy.

“Fuck. Who the hell are you?” Amos took another step closer to Brandt.

Austin’s left brow crept up a hair. “Does it matter?”

The flatness of Austin’s tone sent another round of chills along Brandt’s spine. He kept stock still though – and alert. Amos was big and stupid, but he was fast.

“Nah.” Amos lifted his hands in the air. “Don’t shoot, mister. I’m not meaning any harm to no one.”

Slowly, Austin lowered one hand from his gun to his hip pocket, producing a pair of handcuffs.

The moment Amos realized what the clinking of metal meant, his cockiness changed to fury. “A fucking cop?”

Brandt’s lip curled, satisfaction hot in his stomach. “Yeah, a fucking cop.”

Amos’s breath came heavy, angry. “He know you fuck men?”

Kaden fairly vibrated beside Brandt. “Austin, get him out of here.”

Amos crowed with laughter, so distracted he never saw Austin move, never saw the swing of the gun. Brandt cringed with the sickening crack of metal against skull. Amos crumpled to the ground, unmoving.

“He still alive?” Mike peeked around from behind Kaden.

“Yeah. I need to get a second set of cuffs from the house. Bastard is too damn big for just these.” Austin walked away without a backward glance.

Mike cleared his throat. “I get the feeling that if this dude wasn’t here when the sheriff got back, he wouldn’t look too hard.”

Brandt snorted. “He dropped him, he can pick him back up.”

Kaden crouched next to Amos with his head angled to the side, looking him over. “Who is this guy, Brandt?”

Should have known Kaden wouldn’t let it go. Brandt shrugged. “One of the circuit cowboys.”

“What did he mean-”

“That’s Amos Sanders, Kaden.” Austin rejoined them. “He’s a roadie for some of the buckle winners, takes care of their animals.”

“And you know this how?” Kaden pulled one of Amos’s arms behind his back so that Austin could handcuff him.

“Got word he was trouble a little while back.” Austin tightened them until the unconscious man groaned. “Been watching since then.”

Brandt knew what he meant. Ever since Brandt had told Sissy about his beating. He needed to get out of there but he couldn’t do without confirming the questions in Kaden’s gaze. A tentative touch to his arm from Mike drew Brandt’s attention. The younger man was searching his face, looking for his own answers. Brandt shook his head. He wasn’t going to press charges. He couldn’t.

He wasn’t ready for the world to know that Brandt Collins, world-class rodeo clown champion, preferred men. The backlash from those who called themselves friends would be huge. Amos was just the tip of the iceberg.

Austin checked Amos’s pockets, coming up with a wallet and a scrap of paper. He flipped the paper over a couple of times, then held it out to Brandt. “Know him?”

Brandt took what Austin held out, realizing it was a photo. It was an old photo, black and white, with only a lone cowboy leaning against a rail-fence. He looked happy though, smiling like whoever was behind the camera was his world. Stepping up to the light, Brandt took a closer look. “Holy shit.”

Chase Macquire? Brandt knew him as local tournament winner. Knew he’d been dead ten years too. Trampled by a horse when he was only twenty-one years old. Or at least that was the story. He shifted his gaze from the photo to Amos, meeting the man’s groggy gaze. “He’s awake.”

Austin peered down at Amos, then turned expectantly back to Brandt. “Well? You know that guy?”

Slowly, Amos’s gaze focused on Brandt’s hands and the photo he held. The sound that Amos made in that moment was all wounded animal. Austin drove his knee into Amos’s back, stealing his breath and silencing the outcry.

Brandt scrubbed a hand over his face. He didn’t know what to do with this new piece of information. “Can ya keep him here until tomorrow?”

“Are you nuts?”

Kaden’s outburst surprised Brandt. Shaking his head, Brandt shrugged. “I wanna talk to him but tomorrow is soon enough.”

Austin nodded. “He’ll be in the barn.”

“Okay.” Brandt tucked the picture in his back pocket. “I’ll be here first thing.” Kaden was sputtering, his hands waving in the air. Brandt smiled a little for him. “Come on. Let’s drop Mike off at his place. We’ll talk.”

Kaden fell silent, but took Mike’s arm and marched him to the truck. Brandt turned to follow them, but Austin stopped him. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Me too.”

****

Brandt rubbed his hands on his jeans, wiping off the sweat threatening to giveaway his nervousness. This conversation was going to be convoluted enough, he didn’t need to be at a disadvantage right off the bat.

Kaden unlocked the front door to his vet practice and led Brandt inside. “Want some water?”

“Nah.”

“Tired?”

“Huh-uh.”

Kaden turned to face him, his eyes glittering with the lamp light he’d turned on. Slowly, he closed the gap between them, moving with exaggerated purpose. Brandt figured Kaden didn’t want to spook him again and that’s why he was treating him like a wounded animal. If it weren’t for his bruised ribs, Brandt would take offense.

As it was, he enjoyed the careful moves, the easy pulls on his clothes as Kaden made room to slide his hands over his skin. There were calluses on Kaden’s palms, but hard work did that to a man’s hands. It felt good – that contrast of roughness against smooth touches.

Brandt arched against him, gripping Kaden’s coat sleeves to hold himself up. He needed this, needed Kaden. He knew the questions would come – about Amos, about that photo, about them. But for now, he wanted these few moments.

Kaden shrugged his shoulders and Brandt let the coat fall from his grasp. With their faces so close Kaden’s breath brushed across his cheek, Brandt inhaled Kaden’s scent – fresh, sweet from drinking soda all night – and he savored it, memorized it. Only a slight shift of his body aligned Kaden’s cock with Brandt’s. Another shift and Kaden’s mouth settled over Brandt’s lips.

It was a slow kiss, matched by slow touches. Subtle sweeps of Kaden’s tongue along his lips encouraged Brandt to open and welcome him inside. He’d dreamed of this so often, it was surreal to finally have the scruff of Kaden’s five-o’clock shadow scraping his face. Brandt kept his eyes open, staring into Kaden’s dark green gaze, wanting Kaden to know he felt this too.

Urgency seeped in, as he’d known it would. And his eyes fell closed against the heat searing him from all around. Kaden’s lips were soft, insistent, perfect. His kiss was the same. Like he’d planned this moment forever.

Brandt had never been kissed this way before. As if Kaden’s next breath would come from Brandt, or that Kaden’s world began and ended with Brandt. When air became a necessity, Brandt twisted away. He tried to catch his spinning mind. A simple kiss – that’s all it had been.

Then why did he feel like his world began and ended with Kaden?

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

I hope you all are enjoying our little hook ups this year. I know they’ve challenged us all. 250 words comes awfully quick, let me tell you.

Well, we couldn’t let our birthday month pass without comment…or free goodies! So make sure you head on over to the brand new, oh-so-amazing Story Orgy Blog — http://thestoryorgy.blogspot.com — where we are going to be giving you, our wonderful readers, a full story today. And since it is our anniversary, it was only fitting that someone very important to each of us donate the words this time. Of course, in true SO style, we’ve jumbled them all up to make an even greater challenge.

Our schedule and prompts are:

6am:  JR — Sea Mammal Trainer, Chicago, Bottle of Wine

9am: Em — Troubadour, Graveyard, Slot Car

Noon: Hank –  Best Friend, Mosh Pit, Oil Rig

3pm: Havan —  Art Curator, Air Plane Bathroom, Silk Stockings

6pm: Lee — Diogenes, Seaworld, Wetsuit

So make sure you stop by the SO blog at each of those times and see the next installment of the story, comment on each to enter to win a copy of Word Play, SO pens, calendars, etc… we think every good anniversary party deserves gifts…

Your Story Orgy writers are up for an award and we need your help! We’d just love you to pieces if you’d click on over to Dawn Roberto’s reading nook and vote for our Breathless Press anthology, Word Play in the LRC Loop’s Best of 2011 Contest! (Voting until Jan 24th)

Did you get yourself over to Breathless Press to download Lee Brazil’s latest story, The Librarian, which was released on January 6? Click here to go there now and get the latest romance from a great writer.

As always, our lovely picture this week was found by Jade Baiser. Isn’t he lovely?

*snoopy dancing* Next week, your Story Orgy writers have something very special planned. We don’t want to just spend the morning with you, we want to spend the whole day with you! Why? Well, let’s just say it has something to do with our very first posts as a group. Think you know what it is? You’ll want to check in on JR Boyd’s site first thing next Monday morning to find out, and that’s all you’re going to get from me.

Okay, on with the post. This week is a Hook Up for me – and I’ve taken a mini break from our cowboys. Don’t worry. They’ll be back after next week (ooh, that surprise again!). Now, our prompt this week is: Something has been mail ordered and is going to be delivered today…what is it? what is it for? What happens? Interesting. Lots of things can be ordered and delivered by mail.

C’mon…let’s go.

THIS ANNIVERSARY

Tony paced the sidewalk. The UPS man was there by five o’clock any time he made a delivery. Five. Not Five-fifteen. Or Seven o’clock – like it was now. And today of all days.

Glancing at his watch for the hundredth time since he’d come outside for fresh air, Tony groaned. Another half-hour and Gene would be home. The candlelit dinner and the soft music would just be another anniversary dinner without this package.

He scrubbed his hands over his face. What a killjoy if UPS showed up after Gene.

The rumble of a truck pulled Tony out of his funk. He whirled around and nearly wept as the large brown truck slowed to a stop at his drive. The heavyset driver, Bob, wiggled into the back, appearing a moment later with a small brown box. Tony scribbled his name and barely remembered to wave goodbye as he raced back inside.

Ripping the tab from the shipping box, Tony pulled the small velvet box from the carton, flipped the lid, and placed it next to Gene’s champagne glass where he’d be sure to see it. Taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart, he admired the glint of silver and gold entwined.

A car door slammed outside. Fifteen minutes early.

With one hand on the back of Gene’s chair, Tony waited.

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Okay, that’s it. Just a little bite. *grin* Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

For what, you ask? Ah…young padiwan…follow me. It is release day for His Hero which includes Only Sam by yours truly. You can go here to order your copy! 

Blurb for Only Sam:

When a restaurant goes up in flames, will a spark of love rise from the ashes for a chef and his hero? 

When chef Dylan Brookes finds his restaurant engulfed in flames, all he can do is watch his dreams turn to ashes. Shock, hurt and disbelief leave Dylan vulnerable to both the man who wants to love him and the one who wants to kill him. 

Fire fighter Sam Carter has been frequenting the same small restaurant for a year, trying to work up the nerve to ask the chef out on a date. When Dylan’s Omni burns to the ground from foul play, Sam steps in to help.

 Now the question is, will it be too late?

And then we’ve got open voting at Love Romances Cafe ( http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/) for best of the year in all kinds of categories…but the one I know you are worried about is Best Anthology which is what our Story Orgy Word Play Anthology has been nominated for! So, (shameless lobbying ahead), I know you want to click that linky-do right there and give a vote for Word Play.

Woohoo! Good stuff! Are you back? Okay…let’s go.

This week’s prompt is: A young man who’s just spent several hours studying at a coffeehouse notices someone watching him. 

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 3

The best Kaden could figure was Brandt was shocked. He hadn’t argued about Kaden taking his keys and putting him in the passenger seat. And he hadn’t said a word since they’d pulled away from Sissy’s place.

Should he say something? What if it was the wrong thing? Kaden sighed as he turned Brandt’s truck down Main Street. Brandt shifted against the seat, grunting through a hissed breath. Kaden narrowed his eyes as he cast a look to the passenger side. “You okay?”

Brandt shook his head. “Bruised ribs.”

Kaden came to a stop at the first of three lights. He thought quickly over Brandt’s last rodeo. “I don’t remember you getting hurt in San Antonio.”

“Mmm.”

“Brandt?” Kaden kept the truck stopped at the light even after it turned green. “How’d you get the bruised ribs?”

A shrug was the only answer he got. Stubborn shit.

Pressing the gas pedal, Kaden headed on down toward Brandt’s end of town. Resigned to no answer, he startled when Brandt spoke. “You never said anything before.”

“No.” He doubted Brandt would understand how hard it was to see him leave every time a rodeo called. Or an event planner needed a rodeo clown for some shindig on the other side of the country. Or some faceless cowboy rang for a little company on a short haul.

“How come?”

“You wouldn’t have stayed.” Kaden turned left at the third light, flashing his lights over the all-night coffee on the corner as he went. He squinted his eyes, looking into the snow swirling around the truck. Had he seen someone against the building? In this weather?

Brandt saved him from wondering. “Was that Mike?”

“I thought-” Kaden tapped the brakes, cursing when the truck slid in the thin layer of snow built up on the road. The tailend kicked around, but a smooth adjustment to wheel straightened them out.

The headlights pointed at the wall where Kaden’s veterinary assistant stood shivering, clutching his backpack and coat in his arms. The boy’s face was pale, his teeth chattering and fear rolling off him in waves. Kaden eased the truck into park and pushed the driver’s door open. “Stay put. Let me find out what’s going on.”

Brandt gave a noncommital grunt that Kaden selfishly interpreted as assent.

Before Kaden could get a foot out, however, Mike launched away from the wall, rushing to Brandt’s side of the truck. The younger man jerked the door open and clambered over Brandt, ignoring the tirade of curses as he pushed and shoved his way over Brandt. “Go, go, go!”

“What the hell is going on?” Kaden slammed his door shut then grabbed Mike’s shirt and hauled him off Brandt, hoping to give the other man a chance to catch his breath.

“Some big guy, too many muscles and not enough brains, watching me. Go. Go, please.” Mike rocked back and forth in the center of the bench seat, his eyes wide and breath coming in short gasps as he pleaded.

Brandt gripped Mike’s arm, stilling him. “What guy? Where?”

“Back there. Big, big guy. Ugly grin. Tattoo on his neck.”

Even in the dark, Kaden saw Brandt’s face blanch. “Tattoo?”

Mike faced Brandt, nodding. “Bucking horse.”

“Fuck.”

Kaden reached behind Mike to touch Brandt’s shoulder. “Know him?”

“Oh yeah.”

Brandt hardly whispered those words and every protective instinct Kaden possessed came screaming to the forefront. Shifting his attention to his assistant, glad to see color seeping back into his cheeks, Kaden asked, “Is he still in there?”

“Yeah, been rooted to that stool for hours. Watching.” Mike shivered and clutched his belongings closer.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” Determination firming his jaw, Brandt popped his door open and had his right leg out before Kaden realized his intentions.

“No!” Mike lunged for Brandt, dragging him back inside the car.

Kaden whole-heartedly agreed with Mike. “If anyone’s going, it’ll be me. But no one is going.”

Brandt met Kaden’s gaze, then nodded before turning away. “Let’s get Mike home.”

Kaden shifted the truck into drive and made the u-turn to get back on Main. “You’re over on Holmstead, right?”

“Yep, make a right, fifth house down.” Mike was shivering hard. Finally, Brandt tugged his coat from his tight grip and wrapped it around his shoulders.

Making the right when Mike gestured, Kaden noticed a set of lights following. “Does your boy drive a truck too?”

“Yeah. Suburban.” Brandt twisted, wincing, to look out the rear window. “Shit. That’s him.”

A whimper came from between them, pulling their attention from the car behind them. Kaden nudged Mike’s knee with his own. “Guess you’re coming with us.”

“Let’s take him back to Sissy’s.” Brandt shrugged when Kaden glanced at him. “More people there.”

A small ball of anger swirled in Kaden’s belly. He might just be a hick town veterinarian, but he handled everything from a house-cat to a full-grown bull. One stupid redneck wouldn’t slow him down a tick. Especially if Kaden’s suspicions were confirmed and he found out the bastard tailing them was the one who put those bruises on Brandt.

Going slow enough the Suburban could keep up, but fast enough he couldn’t catch up, Kaden made his way back to his sister’s. A mile away, Kaden pulled out his cell and dialed Austin. “Hey, brother.”

Laughter spilled over the connection as Austin asked him to hold on while he found a quiet spot. “What’s up, K?”

Not missing the serious tone, Kaden let out a sigh of relief. Austin had their back. Always a good thing since he was also the sheriff. “Got a tailgater that scared the spit outta Mike. We’re coming your way.”

“How far?”

“Mile.” Kaden checked the rearview to make sure he was still there. Yep. Dumbass.

“We’ll be ready, come on in.”

“Thanks, man.”

Austin chuckled. “Never a party without the cops being called.”

“Bad one, brother.” But Kaden smiled as he hung up.

Brandt shifted in his seat, ducking his head to see in the right-side mirror. “He won’t come all the way to Sissy’s.”

“We’ll see.” Kaden offered a prayer that the truck behind them followed right along. He had a surprise waiting for that asshole on the other end of his sister’s road.

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

DEVON RHODES

Woohoo! Y’all, I am so excited to be hosting the most lovely, talented Devon Rhodes today! Can you believe it?! She’s a quick one, wily too, but I managed to pin her down for a quick Five Faves and an oh-so-yummy snippet from her upcoming release, A Ring and A Promise in our uber-exciting anthology releasing on Monday, His Hero. (psst….it up for presale right now! Go Here!)

One more thing before we dive right in — Devon is giving away to one lucky commentor a choice off her backlist! Woot! Make sure you leave a comment!

DEVON’S FIVE FAVES:

Hi Em! Thanks so much for having me on. And…um…could you have chosen any tougher questions? Sheesh.

FAVORITES

1. What’s your favorite food to eat off of someone? 

I’ve never been a huge fan of chewing during intimacy, but licking? I can get behind that in a big way. I’d say wine is probably my favorite. Goes well with natural saltiness…

 2. What is your all-time favorite gift received?

Dad was a pilot in the Navy and always off on carriers. One year, he knew he’d be gone, so he got a Lite Brite for me in the fall, unpacked it, created a picture with a message for me on it, then wrapped it back up for Mom to put away until Christmas Day. That was a great surprise.

3. What’s your favorite song? You know, the one that makes it onto almost every play list you create?

I honestly listen to just about everything, so I really don’t have a favorite like that. Right now I’m into pop/dance music. But I like about anything. I tend to trend…so Top 40 lately, alternative a few years ago, classical a decade ago, country in college… Tonight, I was listening to Hawaiian music and really enjoying it.

4. What’s your favorite recipe (care to share)?

Kalua Pork—just like at a luau, and it’s so easy to make. Just buy a pork shoulder roast, however big. Put it in a baking dish with a cover, fat-side up. Sprinkle with rock salt, add a couple shakes of liquid smoke and about a cup of water. Then just cover and bake…as long as you want. Longer the better. For a 3-4 pound roast, I bake at around 300 for 3 hours or so, have left it in for up to five. To serve, pour off the water, then just peel the fat off (and the salt with it). It’ll pretty much shred if you look at it, though I do use a fork. J I serve with either rice and steamed veggies, on warm corn-flour blend tortillas, or top a taco salad. Leftovers? Just warm and toss with BBQ sauce and throw on a bun.

5. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re alone? Would adding a mirror change your answer?

I love to sing and dance. Not that I’m good at it or anything, but still…

LOL @ the mirror! I’ve been watching my daughter at her dance classes, so I’ve been practicing spotting turns across the hardwood floor in my entry/living/kitchen (pique turns, chaine turns, etc) pretty much every time I cross the house…except if I’m carrying coffee of course!  

***

Oh, I bet you sing and dance just fine, Devon (and the coffee is sacred – no spilling!) LOL….

Okay – you guys ready to see a little bit more about A Ring and A Promise? Me too…

BLURB:

Careers in military service are never easy on relationships—even less so when both lovers are in different branches…and both are men.

Naval Academy graduation now under their belts, Cary Barrientos knows the reality of the upcoming separation from his roommate of the past four years. Owen is more to him than just his best friend—he is the one person Cary can see spending his life with.

Owen Marsh knew that when he became Cary’s lover, the day would come when he would have to walk away. Now that day has come, and he’s having a hard time convincing himself that it’s just sex between them. Even with DADT repealed, there is no way a Marine and a Navy flier can be together. He’s just being realistic not expecting more.

When Cary switches their Academy rings, hoping Owen won’t notice, he makes a vow—he will do whatever he has to do, including believing enough for the both of them, to make their unlikely relationship stand the test of time. But when his Marine is called up for duty overseas, can a piece of jewellery and a promise be enough to get them through?

NSFW BLURB:

He slid his hands along the sleeves of Cary’s uniform jacket down to his the cuffs then grasped his hands while he continued the heartfelt kiss. God, he loved the way Cary looked in his dress uniform. He wore it well, as though he’d been born to wear it. It was bordering on a fetish for him, and had made it damned uncomfortable this past week when they’d worn their dress uniforms for so many Commissioning Week occasions. But right now their privacy was guaranteed, and Owen wanted to indulge in a bit of fun while Cary was still so sexily attired.

It was too bad that Cary was without his hat. They’d both had fun adhering to tradition before the ceremony and had tucked an envelope with some money and a letter of advice inside both of their caps for some lucky kid to claim. Maybe they’d hear from them someday.

Cary gave him an enquiring look before tossing the bag to the ground in the direction of the dresser. When he turned back, he grinned and lowered his gaze to the front of Owen’s khakis. Cary pursed his lips briefly before giving his lower lip a quick swipe of his tongue.

Hat or not, Cary was absolutely the sexiest man he’d ever seen.

Maybe he’d fuck Cary with his new officer’s cap on someday.

Groaning, both at the mental image and the sure knowledge that that day would be far in the future—if at all—he took Cary by the biceps and firmly placed him against the wall with one last hard kiss, then knelt before him.

“Owen…”

“Mmm…” He slid the belt latch and undid the buckle, pulling the end out of the clasp. Then he unhooked and unzipped the fly. He bracketed Cary’s hips with his hands and glanced up. Cary’s blue eyes were wide and a bit wild. Holding his gaze, Owen leant forward and mouthed his hard cock, faithfully outlined by the white cotton. Cary’s lids slid closed and Owen took that as the invitation it was.

Without lowering the trousers past Cary’s hips, he pulled the tighty whities down just enough to expose Cary’s erection. After a moment’s thought, he did a bit of manoeuvring and was able to lift Cary’s balls up over the wide elastic band before letting it gently retract against his skin once again.

He stood and backed far enough away to get a good look. From the waist up, his lover was still attired according to regulation—minus the cap. Pretty much regulation, anyway, considering he was wearing his now-defunct midshipman’s uniform instead of one for the officer he now was. Still…he was all nicely turned out on the top half.

But below the belt…

Owen caught his breath at the vision of decadence that was his handiwork. Cary’s hard and reddened cock and his balls sac were protruding lewdly from above his underwear. With his pants still mostly on, still wearing his polished white shoes, he looked debauched, as though he’d been caught unawares hard at work and enticed into forbidden play.

He met Cary’s eyes once more and could see the effort it was taking Cary to hold himself there, exposed to view without the reassurance of touch. Owen suddenly had no wont to prolong the foreplay any longer.

He hit his knees then took Cary’s cock deep.

A strangled cry was his reward, enticing him to use his tongue to wet the hard length then slide down. He repeated the action, gliding with firm pressure downwards and adding suction on the way back up to the head, gradually taking Cary most of the way down to the base.

With Cary’s balls hiked up as they were, Owen could feel the hot skin of his lover’s sac on his bottom lip at the furthest point. On the next pass downwards, he opened his mouth a bit and was able to stroke his tongue across the taut skin, feeling the closest orb shift with the pressure.

“Ah! Oh fuck, Owen.”

Tasting a bit of saltiness on the way up, Owen grinned around his mouthful and looked up from under his lashes. Cary was behaving himself and letting Owen take the lead. Time for a change of scenery, though. He pulled off with a smack of his lips.

“Please tell me you brought supplies.”

“In our kits,” Cary panted.

Owen rose to his feet and pulled Cary in for a slow, involved kiss that sent an emotional wave of warmth through him. In the room they shared at the Academy, Owen rarely felt comfortable enough to take his time with simple affectionate caresses. Mostly, their physical contact had been hurried and silent, the sole purpose being coming to completion without being caught.

“Why don’t you grab the stuff and get out of that uniform?” He gave in to impulse and cupped Cary’s cheek, pulling him back in for another kiss as Cary began to move away to follow his suggestion. He didn’t want to be apart from him for a moment…

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he abruptly dropped his hand and span around to hide what had to be a shell-shocked expression. Maybe it was the emotional culmination of their schooling at the ceremony today. Maybe it was the knowledge that their separation was looming. But when he looked at Cary, when he touched him, he was finding it hard—no, impossible—to keep from turning what should be companionable sex into lovemaking.

Love…?

***

Dev signing at GRL

Omigosh! I can’t wait for this antho to come out so I can read this!! How about you?

Don’t forget to leave a comment to put yourself in the running for one of those Amazon Gift Cards ($150, 100, 50) or one of Devon’s backlist ebooks! 

~Em

Only a couple things to poke and prod you about this morning… Don’t forget Lee Brazil’s The Librarian came out last Friday at Breathless Press (oh, and it’s a goodie!)…you can go HERE to get your copy.

And as an added something-something…

Can you believe the Story Orgy has been writing and posting blog stories (not to mention three anthologies) for a year now?! I mean…a whole year! So you know we can’t let that go by with a simple fare-thee-well…we asked a select group of our admirers (our significant others) to hand over some prompts, then we scrambled them all up and wrote ONE full story for your enjoyment. We’ll give you more details as we get closer.

Okay. Ready for a Story Orgy Hook Up? Me too.

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 2

Kaden wasn’t sure what just happened but he’d be damned if he let Brandt walk out now. Somehow he’d fucked up what was most definitely the best kiss of his life. Now he had to fix it.

Brandt stood by the front door, glaring at Kaden while tugging his coat over his arms. “I have things to do.”

“Like what?” Kaden kept his voice low. The others at the party were being loud but he knew they were tuned into what was going on between him and Brandt.

“Sleep.” Brandt pulled his coat closed, mutiny shining in his dark eyes.

The tousled way Brandt’s hair fell over his forehead begged for Kaden to comb his fingers through it. Taking a deep breath to steady himself for the coming battle, he took his own coat from the closet and slipped it on. If Brandt thought he was leaving alone, he was sorely mistaken. “Fine. I’ll make sure you get home okay.”

Brandt tucked the zipper together and jerked it up. He swore – and Kaden thought he might have stomped his foot – at the sound of tearing fabric.

Sissy clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles, then, with a fix this look at Kaden, excused herself to find Austin.

“Slow down, cowboy.” Kaden brushed the stubborn man’s hands away, noting the slight shake before Brandt dropped them to his sides. “I think you broke it.”

“Screw you.”

Kaden leaned in as he slid the zipper down. “That’s the idea.”

<<TBC>>

Don’t stop now! Make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve got up their sleeves…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

Have a great Monday, y’all…

~Em