Flynn's Funny Farm

My Yahoo Group Went The Way Of The Dodo

2012-01-01T08:40:00.000-08:00

With the New Year comes changes... this needed to be one of them. Why you may want to know?? There's a long & short answer (as there is with everything but since we're all busy, let's go short).

It wasn't being used the way it was intended. Like 90% of people were on special notice. I don't send special notices. I still got emails about things that I posted, so people weren't really paying attention anyways.

Basically, with getting more active with FB & Twitter (short versions group messages & quickie posts) the yahoo group seemed obsolete and I've got the same people on there too. And since I've spent hundreds of hours on a website that has all the information people ask for anyways, I was always replying to messages... instead of writing. So one had to go, the yahoo group got the short straw, lol.

But on the plus side I've got more time to be better at FB, Twitter, & website.

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

Shadow's Epilogue.... Who Needs Christmas? Free Read!

2011-12-31T16:57:00.000-08:00

“I look like a damn waiter,” I grumbled, trying yet again to get the stupid tux tie done. I glanced over at Terry, who was so excited about the Ball I thought he and Jade would stay up all night gushing and braiding each other’s hair.

Okay, that so wasn’t fair but I was cranky. I sighed when he stood up from trying his dress shoes. Terry was gorgeous, hot, breathtaking, and fine all wrapped into one studly ball of muscle and sex appeal. Fine, I would trying not to bitch about the stupid Ball if I got to go with the hottest man at the party on my arm.

“How can you be cranky after the fun we’ve had today?” He chuckled moving over by me and taking the tie out of my hand. “Your father gave Wade and Jade a birthday they will never forget.”

“Yeah, setting up a petting zoo in the media room with real dinosaurs will be hard for anyone to top.” I shook my head, biting my lip to keep the giggles in. “Alexi fainting was totally worth the clean up, too. I mean, it’s not like he’s fainting from his heart condition anymore so—”

“I know what you meant, love,” he replied, kissing the tip of my nose. “It was funny. I’m glad Box thought ahead to have a camera ready. And Cadan was almost as excited as the twins. I can imagine it was something he’d never thought he’d see either, and given his job, his enthusiasm was understandable.”

“Says the man who wanted to keep the baby tyrannosaurus as a pet.”

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked with a pout as he finished my tie. “He was like the cutest little thing. He needed two loving dads.”

“Right, preferably ones that wouldn’t look like dinner in a few years,” I replied, throwing my arms around him. He hugged me tightly, and I wondered if there was something more going on here. “This wasn’t just about getting a pet, was it, Terry?”

“No,” he whispered sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling me into his lap. “I have to ask you something, I know it’s way too soon for how long we’ve been mated, but I just need to know if it’s out of the question or not.” I nodded, not sure I had a friggin clue what he was talking about. “Do you want kids?”

My eyes went wide, and I felt my heart race at the idea of being a parent. Terry’s hopeful gaze turned to one of sad acceptance. He moved me off his lap and went to brush some nonexistent lint off his tux in the mirror.

“That’s fine. Most couples have the talk before they marry, and I just wanted to see what your thoughts were.” I tried to get my mouth to work, I swear I did, but it was as if my jaw was wired shut. “Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I slumped down, feeling dejected as he walked out the door. I’m sure he felt the same, but I didn’t know how to fix it. And this was the worst time for this conversation. Since we’d met right before Christmas, we both decided not to get or exchange gifts until New Years. I mean, how could I get a meaningful present for my mate without any real time to think about it? We were even going to be cheesy and exchange gifts at midnight.

I needed to think. And I didn’t have time for it. And when all else fails, I feel it’s best to get advice from the one person I trusted most on this particular subject. Or someone who would just smack me around until I got my head out of my ass… My mother.

I quickly texted Horse that I would meet them at the Ball and to please watch after my mate and that I had to make a quick stop. Then I teleported to Ireland. The guards at my parent’s castle knew me now and let me right in. It was lunch time there and I raced directly to their private dining room.

“Terry asked me if I want to have kids,” I blurted out, not even bothering to greet my parents.

She eyed me over for a moment. “And after all you’ve been through, just starting to put your life back together, letting love and your family in, the idea scares you.”

Again my mouth wouldn’t work so I nodded.

“Okay, let me ask you something then,” she said slowly as if choosing her words carefully. “You like children, right? I’ve seen you with Jade and Wade and they adore you, so it’s not that you have issues with being around kids.”

“I love the twins and kids I guess,” I replied, relaxing at the mention of my niece and nephew. “They’re great. But the twins are well-behaved. What if I got bratty kids? How would I handle that?”

“Well, since you’d be raising your own child from a baby, you’d mold them into a good child.” I could see the laughter in her eyes. Yeah, I was a dork. “What about the idea of a baby with Terry’s eyes? Maybe his gorgeous hair with cute curls.”

“He would make a pretty baby,” I agreed, liking the idea.

“You both would.” She chuckled. “And you wouldn’t be alone in raising a child, Shadow. We’d help whenever you needed it, and you have an army of uncles that would do anything for you or your child.”

“Right. We help with Jade and Wade a lot.” The more she talked the less freaked out I was getting. “How would we do it?”

“I’d find you a surrogate. Given your blood line and who your father is, it would be an immense honor for one of our kind to help in this way.” She let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “For the record, I think you’d make a wonderful father.”

“So do I, Son,” my father agreed. “You’ve got enough love in your heart for a houseful of children.”

Then I voiced my worst fear. “But I’m not gentle. I’m a fighter and violent. What if I hurt the baby? I could drop it or be too rough with it.”

My father’s eyes went wide as he stood and wrapped his arms around me. “Shadow, when you have a child of your own, something inside of you just falls into place. It doesn’t matter how tiny they are. You just know how to love them and protect them. Wade and Jade are still fragile as small children and you’d never let them be hurt in your presence. If this is what you want, you can do this.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, sinking into the hug. “He asked and I panicked, not even being able to respond.”

“Then I think you should get back to your mate and start kissing his feet,” my mother said with a laugh. “That’s not a question one just ducks out of answering without causing serious trouble.”

“Right.” I winced. My poor mate had to put up with a lot when it came to me. I wasn’t very good at this kind of emotional and personal stuff. “Will you look into finding a surrogate for us? Not for tomorrow but maybe for six months down the road?”

“It will be my immense pleasure.” She stood as my father let me go and gave me a quick hug and a kiss. “We’ll see you later this week for dinner and to discuss it.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s what parents are for, no matter how old you get.” My father chuckled as he touched my arm. I felt his surge of power and then was at the museum. I smiled. I was glad my parents were back in my life. We’d decided to start doing weekly dinners after I realized how much I missed them. They got along with Terry like cake and frosting, so it was easy to be around them without any in-law stress.

I worked my way through the crowd, already having missed the cocktail hour. Everyone was moving to their seats for dinner and that’s where I found my mate. I froze when Terry glanced up and saw him, his eyes getting dark with anger and hurt. Sitting down next to him, he very obviously ignored me and talked to Cadan, who was seated next to him.

From across the table, Horse shot me a look and raised an eyebrow. I told him what had happened telepathically and he got this look of understanding on his face that made me wonder if he and Bren had had a similar discussion. By the time the salad and first course had been served and cleared, I couldn’t take anymore.

“Will you come with me for a moment?” I asked Terry quietly.

“We’ll talk later,” he answered shaking his head.

“Please, my love?” I begged. “You’ve been looking forward to the Ball since you heard about it. I don’t you to be upset or ruin it for you. And I want to dance with the most handsome man here later and not while he’s mad at me.”

“Fine,” Terry grumbled, excusing himself before leaving the table. I trailed along after him until we were far away from the crowd and in one of the Native American exhibits. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I went to lay my hand on his arm.

“For not answering an important question, ditching me before the Ball, or not wanting kids?” He pulled away before I could touch him, and I realized I was in a lot more hot water than I thought.

“All of it except that last part. I do want children. I was just thrown off because I hadn’t thought about it yet. But when I went to go see my mother, she asked me some questions after I calmed down and I realized I wanted nothing more than to have a baby with your hair and eyes one day. I was just scared. Would I be a good parent? Would I hurt our baby because I’m not gentle? What if we had bratty—”

I was suddenly shut up by Terry’s mouth on mine as his arms wrapped around tightly around my waist. We made out for a few moments, keeping it calm and loving, instead of hot and heavy.

“I asked my mother about finding us a surrogate in six months. I thought we should figure out some options.”

“Options are great,” he whispered against my lips, leaning our foreheads together. “You really want kids?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure if I’ll be ready in six months, but I want us to have a child together. I just didn’t know that’s what I wanted, and when I saw how hopeful you looked, I panicked.” I stared into his eyes, hoping my love for him shined through. “Even if I didn’t, I’d do it for you, Terry. I’d do anything for you, my love. No matter what you want, I will give it to you.”

“Naw.” He chuckled lightly as we moved slightly apart. “This isn’t the kind of thing you do unless both parties are into it.”

“So, am I forgiven?” I asked hopefully, wishing more than anything for this night to not be spoiled.

He bit his lower lip in a cute, pondering way for a moment. “Only if I get my present first.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” I snickered, shaking my head. We separated so I could reach into my jacket pocket. “I suck at giving gifts, and I never know what’s the right thing, so that’s why I never do presents.”

He gave me a funny look like he wanted to say something, but I quickly pulled out the box and opened it. “I wanted everyone to know, whether they were in our world or not, that you’re taken. I asked my mother to help me get it commissioned from her finest jeweler.”

Terry reached out and touched the ring reverently, and I didn’t think he was just doing it for my benefit. Or so I hoped. I’d gotten him a white gold Claddagh ring with a pink diamond in the heart, because he said he liked pink sparingly and those were the best kind of diamonds. In the band there were several smaller diamonds of excellent clarity.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he whispered as he held out his hand for me to put it on. I shook my head and placed the ring on his finger, sighing in relief that it fit. “You’re the perfect gift, Shadow.”

“Huh?” I didn’t see that one coming. Terry smiled gently as he cupped my cheek and pulled me close enough so our bodies were flush against each other.

“To me, your friends, your family, you are the perfect gift. Having you in our lives is the best gift anyone could ever have. You’re loving and loyal and fiercely protective and would do anything in your power for any of us.” He held up his hand with the ring so I could see it. “This is beautiful and I will cherish it always. But it’s just a thing, my love. What it represents is what makes it so special. It represents you and how you feel about me.”

“So you like it?” I asked, my face heating up from his praise.

“Yes, but it’s you I love,” he answered, brushing his lips over mine. “You are the best present I’ve ever gotten, and I will spend all of our days together thankful for the moment you found me.”

He kissed me again and suddenly I understood. Presents were just a symbol. It didn’t matter if it was an ugly sweater or a cool car. It was the thought put into them that mattered to the people we loved. All the presents I’d gotten this year meant more to me now, and just as Terry had said… I had the best gift ever in my arms.

The End…

How to Make Love to an Elf by A.J. Llewellyn

2011-12-24T08:37:00.000-08:00

When my cherished and adored friend Joyee Flynn mentioned her kick-ass twelve Christmas books in twelve days and how she wanted a blog about elves - her kind, the sexy kind. She asked if I had anything significant to add. And of course being a bit of a smart ass (well, I was the class clown way back when) I suggested a blog about how to make love to an elf.

She said something like, "This I gotta see." And of course, I feel challenged, nay, encouraged to educate you all about the private problems associated with having sexual relations with elves.

Especially at Christmas time.

Look, don't believe men, especially the human kind, when they use work as a reason not to get down and dirty. How can they say they are too busy and too stressed out to have sex? Work problems? Ha! Ask an elf about that! I mean, from June 9 to December 25, each and every year, they work nonstop.

They do have tea breaks (Elf Union Rules) but they are the horniest bunch of mystical men you'd ever want to meet.

Now, let's get a few things clear. Elves have certain...er attributes that make their tendency toward practical jokes and nasty pranks a little more palatable. You know how they say human men with big feet tend to have big cocks?

Nobody has a bigger one than an elf. Check out their ear size and double it. Yep. Huge. I mean, really huge.

What? You don't believe me? Have you ever heard of an elf's wife complaining about the lack of sex? Do you see them blogging or writing self-help tomes or selling creams, toys and potions to try and improve their sex lives? Heck, no!

They're too busy lying on their backs trying to catch their breath!

Just so you know, elves have a bit of a fondness for humans. Men and women. And their wives thank them for it. If you're going to bang an elf however, there are a few things you need to know.

Firstly, bring creme de menthe. Drink it. I personally recommend grasshoppers, because I love cream. Blend the two with a bit of creme de cacao and you'll be so toasted you won't freak out when you see that giant schlong emerging from the elf's thin body.

BTW I should have mentioned that all elves are thin. It's all the screwing they do. Maybe Santa should have a think about that. Anyhoo, this is a quick recipe:

3/4 oz green creme de menthe
3/4 oz white creme de cacao
3/4 oz light cream

Put these into a cocktail shaker and shake, baby, shake. Sip fast. Elves like to fuck and they don't have time to waste. It's almost Christmas, for Santa's sake!

For the truly adventurous, you could add a drop of elf come and make it a Flying Grasshopper. Yep. You guessed it. Elf sex is like smoking weed. Not just any weed, but a blunt of the smokin'est Maui Wowie. Not that I would know anything about that of course.

Ahem...

Anyway, you have to make sure you have the right elf. Not all elves and humans are compatible. Norwegian elves are known to snack on salmon in bed and that gets awfully messy, especially when the salmon is still alive.

Not very sexy.

So, make things clear from the get-go. No pole fishing from the bedroom window.

Personally speaking, blood, sex and ice aren't my favorite combination but I am told that Norwegian elves are the bomb. As in, when they come inside you, it feels like a bomb went off. in your brain, and your body.

You might need the ice after an explosive orgasm like that...

Oh...did I mention elves like to bonk in rooms overlooking ice skating rinks? It's some weird rule in their union code. I didn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.

Anyway, the rules are that elves are allowed to be naked for sex but they must keep their socks on. I think they've all been watching way too many Falcon Studios movies. I mean for fuck's sake, have you watched their videos lately? Why do the guys ALL strip naked, completely, then put their shoes and/or socks back on?

It makes no sense but elves think this is mighty sexy, but then they're elves. They work for a chubby guy in a red suit who says "Ho Ho Ho" to everything so you just know he's a dirty-minded bugger.

So. As I was saying, don't even think about asking for foreplay. Elves expect you to have started the hard work (their words, not mine) before they run and jump you for the fun part. Now, a friend of mine once had sex with a cross-bred human and elf and she swears by sex with these rare beings. They are called Light Elves. She said she hardly felt his weight on her body but loved what he did to her.

She has been in a mental institution ever since, so perhaps sex with a regular elf is better than one of the orbital beings. She claims her Light Elf shows up constantly to 'fiddle with her' but I can't confirm or deny this.

Anyway. Where was I? Oh, yes. Sex is fast with an elf. The orgasm packs a wallop. I recommend riding the elf so you can get up and leave when you want. They tend to fall asleep on top of you and their breath is kind of...fishy.

Don't think about leaving your name and number. He's already got it. And he will respect you in the morning. Enough to fill your stocking with some fun stuff...and leave you some presents, too.

So, do your research. Find a good elf. DON'T whatever you do pick a Dark Elf. They fuck for longer periods of time but they're looking for sexual hostages, not relationships. They prefer sex in dank caves and can smell kind of...slimy.

Not that I know this from personal experience. I do research, baby. Research.

My friends all tell me English elves are the best, in spite of their horrid teeth. English elves make them cups of tea, tell jokes and give them a rollicking good time by the ice rink.

Anyway, with Christmas about to come - and go - like an elf!!! - keep your eyes peeled for elves. They're all about to be unemployed and horny. Be prepared to walk funny, think green and of course, to have a big ol' smile on your face.

Until next time kids, Merry Christmas! And don't whatever you do eat Santa's cookies!

love,

A.J.

www.ajllewellyn.com

*AJ's Giving away a copy of his new book Christmas in Flip Flops! Same rules apply, email Andi & she'll pick a winner.

I suck

2011-12-22T15:53:00.000-08:00

Yes, I suck. Pretty well from what I hear.... but anyways. Today was hell for me, I didn't get my blog post done in time, there's snow which it seems no one in Colorado can handle even if there are mountains all around... I guess the Springs never gets it. Anyways, I had planned to write about how Button is probably one of the most like me characters I've ever written, how I always joke I need my own zoo keeper, and that's how both characters were born. BUT, big BUTT... the say has gotten away from me, I'm trying to finish Zane's story... so here: http://www.lpzoo.org/ one of my favorite places on earth. Check it out and talk amongst yourselves, LMAO. (I hope someone got that reference!)

Ummm, contest. right. I have a cat series, Purrfect Mates. What's kind of shifter is in the first book of the series? (The main character, Avery)

Prize: Signed Purrfect Mates Poster!

Email Andi, follow the rules, yada yada. *Gives big kisses, apologizes again, & runs to drink some more Mt. Dew before getting back to writing*

I forgot

2011-12-21T19:55:00.000-08:00

I totally friggin forgot about blogging today & the contest... my bad. I got wrapped up with Zane, Brian, & Banning, hee hee. They're distracting!

So, let's do a signed Screw Santa when it comes out in print to make up for it! (keep in mind it's not coming until Feb).

No question, just email Andi & follow the rules.

The Vamps

2011-12-20T13:41:00.001-08:00

I have a few vampire series. I like vampires, I never try to deny that. And anyone who reads my books obviously knows I find the whole idea of paranormal creatures fascinating. Are they real? Who knows and since I’ve not met every person in the world I refuse to comment one way or the other.

That being said… I tend to write my paranormals as misunderstood good guys. Not this time. The witches are assholes and the vamps are soulless demons. It was a fun twist and something different to try after writing so many books that the vampires are the good guys. Sure, the wolves are still cool (I didn’t want to screw with all the different paranormals) but the vamps are the things we fear in the night. It was hard, because I kept thinking of my Marius Brothers and the subsequent series and how they were so sweet and strong and… yeah, I got lost a few times.

And on that note… that’s why there’s a surprise at the end of series. While the vamps might all be bastards, there’s always that one diamond in the rough. His name is Terry. But we’re not quite there yet.

Today’s Question: What was my first vampire book?

Same rules apply, good luck to all that enter! Oh, the prize… let’s do any of my books, just make sure to send to Andi which one!

Crazy Holiday Cheer from Havan & Lee!!

2011-12-19T11:21:00.000-08:00

Setting:

Joyee Flynn's house…Christmas time

Cast:

Lee Brazil – Über-talented writer and member of the Story Orgy writing group

Havan Fellows – newbie writer and also member of the Story Orgy writing group

Marius – Joyee's trusted companion and Lee and Havan's inside agent

Elves – lots and lots of hot elves…

and

Joyee Flynn – writer extraordinaire times like a hundred or so

Scene:

Lee and Havan, worried about their good friend Joyee pushing herself too hard with her new series Who Needs Christmas?, try an intervention…*cue danger music*

Havan) I'm telling you, Lee, it's true. Marius used the 'special code' for us to get our assets over to Joyee's place. She has gone off the deep end this time. There is no way that any human can possibly write 12 books for the 13 days before Christmas! We have to save her from herself!

Lee) Havan, you know I love Joyee, but she doesn't take kindly to people interfering in how she runs her life. And think of the fans, those folks will be furious if you talk her out of this.

Havan) *eyes go wide* Eeeeek the minions! They have to understand…don't get me wrong—I would give good money to be dominated by Horse, that elf is freaking hawt! And if Cave wanted to play with me like his toy I would so be okay with that and Flower *swoons* I dream of being caught in his *blushes* contraptions…but this can't be healthy for Joyee!

Lee) So, the truth comes to light. You've sneaked a peak at the goods, haven't you?

Havan) *blushes* Well…yeah…for Joyee's sake only…honest! I mean, why do the elves get all her attention? You know she has to be missing us, right? *looks up at Lee and pouts*

Lee) I'm sure of it. Who wouldn't miss your bouncy perky self?

Havan) *giggles and bounces then stops* That was a compliment right? *looks at the basket Lee's carrying* Sooooo…we both know that Joyee never remembers to eat when she is writing…whatcha bring with you? I brought the Mountain Dew! *big grins*

Lee) You kow, it’s a little known fact that Joyee is a fairly decent cook. This is fudge made form a recipe she shared with me last year. You'll never guess what the main ingredient is. Go on, try... never mind. It's Andes Mints! Who would have thought?

Havan) Really? Andes Mints? For real? That sounds better than the Dew…*reaches into basket…jerks hand back and rubs it* Owie Lee! That's just wrong…

Lee) Oh, come on! You know that didn't hurt! Besides I left a big tin back at The Story Orgy hang out for us.

Havan) *swoons a little* You are too good to us, Lee! You know most people would suffice to write AN elf story for Christmas…yeah just ONE elf story would be enough…but noooooooo…our Joyee has to do a series of 12 of them…in 12 days…Who Needs Christmas?...what about who needs Joyee…she is slacking on the lovey'ing us department she is! *shakes head in amazement*

Lee) I'm not sure this is a good idea. I said that already didn't I? I think this is the place.

Havan) *looks at imposing front door and steps behind Lee* You knock…she likes you better. *nudges Lee closer to door*

Lee) *frowns* That's not true. *knocks softly*

*door swings open…Marius appears and walks behind us…corralling us into the house*

Havan) Why do I want to make a Lassie joke right now, Lee? *giggles and jumps when Marius nudges my leg* Hope you brought treats for Marius too…hehe

*Marius leads us through the house…papers and books strewn everywhere…down the hall…into Joyee's inner sanctum—her office…clay-mation version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town on the television*

Lee) *looks around* Wow...

Havan) Awwww look at her…she fell asleep at the computer. She is so cute…I just wanna pinch her cheeks and…*reaches forward to do just that…Marius growls at me…jerks my hands back quickly* Or maybe not?

Lee) You know, I think maybe we should reconsider this. Leave the basket, clean up a little, feed Marius, and keep quiet.

Havan) Well…she is finally sleeping some…and I agree Lee—we really don't need to be waking her up…but look…here are two of her Christmas books…Screw Santa and Hells Bells…wanna read while we wait for her? *giggles and squats on the loveseat to get comfy…looks over at Joyee with her head on her keyboard* You think she'll believe that Marius set this whole thing up? *giggles some more*

Lee) Shhh. *fingers over lips* Don't wake her. Look, she's typing in her sleep... how cool is that?

Havan) So that's her secret! WOW!

*Today we'll do a elves T-Shirt & Signed Calendar... see previous posts for rules!

And The Winners Are....

2011-12-19T11:16:00.000-08:00

Chicago- My Hometown
Dawna Barber

What's In A Name?

Pao Lor

The Speed Bumps
Gretchen Lassy

The Baby Epilogues
Melissa Carriveau

The Witches

Sheri Vidal

Congratulations!!! I'll be sending the prizes out sometime this week

And Now A Word From Gabrielle Evans...

2011-12-16T09:10:00.000-08:00

It was a dark and stormy night.

Okay, no it wasn’t. In fact, I think it was bright, sunny, and about two degrees hotter than the fires of Hell in Texas. So, a little strange to be talking about Christmas and elves, right? But that’s when the idea for Who Needs Christmas? was born.

When Joyee first told me that she had this idea for a series with twelve elves who hated Christmas, of course, I thought she was brilliant. Then she goes on to explain there will be twelve books, released in twelve days, and she’ll have them all finished by such-and-such date.

At this point, I think my reaction was something along the lines of, “Are you fucking insane?” Which, honestly, was a stupid question, because Joyee never does anything unless she’s going all in, balls out. I might have even said something to that effect. I probably did. I’m pretty uncensored where she’s concerned. (Love you, snookums!)

Considering that I get bored if I write more than three books from the same series in a row, I couldn’t even begin to imagine writing twelve. It was such a fabulous idea, though, so completely original, that I couldn’t help but encourage the insanity.

Then she sent me a list of the elves’ names. I think I might have ruptured something from laughing so hard. Next came the subject of titles. Joyee likes to give me way more credit than I deserve here.

I think my major contribution to this part of the project was suggesting “Screw Santa” instead of “Fuck Santa.” Somehow, I just didn’t figure that one would fly. After offering numerous titles for the second book, I finally gave up and growled, “Well, hell’s bells!” Yeah, so my cursing became the second title. Go me! Flush the Twinkles was actually just the fact that I can’t hear. Because when Joyee said lights, “You know, lights that twinkle,” I instead heard, “tinkle.”

Seeing the final product and holding the first book in my greedy little hands (on my e-reader) was incredible. After all the hard work and many hours, pouring everything she had into these kinky little elves, it was so amazing to see it all come full circle.

So, Bravo! Joyee. Your talent and dedication is inspiring. And this series is hot enough to short-circuit my Kindle. All I can add at this point is, “Next, please!”

-- Gabrielle Evans

We'll go easy today... What was Gabrielle's first Midnight Matings called?

Same rules as before, contest ends Dec 18th @ noon, MST

Let's do a signed cover calendar today. Good luck to everyone!!

Today's release is Down With The Tunes!

A Blog Post from the Intern

2011-12-15T09:09:00.000-08:00

Since June I have been interning for Joyee Flynn. When I first started this position, I had to play a lot of catch up, familiarizing myself with the events that occurred in each book from each series and learning what was expected of me in general. It was quite an extensive process, but, after all these months, I think I am finally starting to get a better handle on what I'm doing.

When Joyee began her Christmas elf series, I got to experience what it was like to start a series from the beginning rather than just being thrown in to the middle of a work in progress if you will. This gave me a glimpse into all the thinking and problem-solving that goes into developing a new series. Working with pre-editing and editing the books in the Who Needs Christmas? series was different from the previous work I had done for Joyee overall because I was given the opportunity to see and be a part of a collection of works being completed from start to finish.

As Joyee has mentioned in some of her previous blog posts, this project was not without its share of obstacles. She had done a ton of planning beforehand—making charts, taking notes, and so on. However, one cannot plan for everything.

For example, having all of the titles you were set on using for your twelve books be rejected.

This occurrence was definitely one of the most memorable ones that I had while working on the pre-edits and edits for these books. I remember Joyee coming up to the room where I was working, announcing what had happened, and asking for my and her friends help with brainstorming twelve new titles. Admittedly I wasn't much help, but it was a valuable experience to watch what had seemed a huge crisis at the time be averted with a combination of quick-thinking and collaboration.

In general, Joyee and I encountered a variety of other "speed bumps" along the way, but none of them were insurmountable. Although the process of completing this series was a roller-coaster at times, the end result is ultimately something her fans will enjoy.

-Andi

Today’s Contest Question: There isn’t one! Free entry day for the drawing!

Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

If you’d like to enter please email Andi, my intern at joyee_intern@yahoo.com. Put the title of the blog in the subject line so she can keep them all straight. In the email, put your answer, full name and address.

The prize for this contest is one of the Who Needs Christmas? Books! So please include which one you would like!! *Contest ends Dec 17th at noon MST.

Good luck and today is the release of Holy Stockings!!

The Witches

2011-12-14T14:13:00.001-08:00

I know some authors will pick one paranormal creature and that’s all they have in the series, without any supporting cast. I like to make each world unique and show as much of it as I can. Including which other beings are out there.

In Who Needs Christmas? I wanted to play with some of those ideas. One of which, is the witch. (Pun intended there). Most show the witches as gentle beings with magical gifts who are all about mother earth. I wanted to go the exact opposite way and show them as what we normally mean when we call someone a witch. A bunch of bitches and bastards!

So, the witches are actually the bad guys in the series. Think the ultimate con man or woman that has magic to help them. As those of you who have read today’s release know, Stupid Mistletoe, the witches are so evil that even I wouldn’t want to meet any of them in a dark alley. I had a blast on the way the elves handled them and I hope it brings a smile to everyone’s face as well!

Today’s Contest Question: There isn’t one! Free entry day for the drawing!

Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

If you’d like to enter please email Andi, my intern at joyee_intern@yahoo.com. Put the title of the blog in the subject line so she can keep them all straight. In the email, put your answer, full name and address.

The prize for this contest is one of the Who Needs Christmas? Books! So please include which one you would like!! *Contest ends Dec 16^th at noon MST.

Good luck and today is the release of Stupid Mistletoe. I hope everyone likes my spin on witches!

-Joyee

The Baby Epilogues

2011-12-13T08:23:00.000-08:00

Today’s rant is going to be short and sweet… mostly because I over did it at the gym yesterday and my whole body hurts and typing doesn’t help that, hee hee. Plus, if I don’t finish the next Midnight Matings soon I’m going to start banging my head against the wall because I freak if I’ve been working on one project so much longer than it should take me.

But, back to the elves. So for those of you who’ve ready the first or second books, you know I didn’t use a very big timeframe. About nine weeks to be exact. Yeah, that took a LOT of planning on how the hell I was going to squeeze 12 different stories in 9 weeks. Kinda like sticking a circle in a square hole. (Dirty. You totally just went dirty with that, didn’t you?)

So there really wasn’t time for each elf to have his own epiphany or epilogue at the end of the book when I was already tip-toeing into the next one. That’s kind of how I ended up doing someone’s epilogue at the end of the next book. That and I screwed up. I got to the end of Horse’s book, Screw Santa, my intern did the pre-edits, I submitted it, signed the contract, and went… Oh. Shit. I never resolved his issues with Santa!

That’s how I figured out how to give them their own epiphanies and why they end the next book of the series. I think it worked out well, ends each book with little fun, and keeps it a series instead of 12 individual books!

Today’s Contest Question: So who won’t get an epilogue in the books?

Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

The prize for this contest is one of the Who Needs Christmas? Books! So please include which one you would like!! *Contest ends Dec 15^th at noon MST.

Good luck and today is the release of Hell’s Bells, the one I dedicated to my ma!

-Joyee

The Speed Bumps

2011-12-12T13:14:00.000-08:00

There’s always a problem.. with any project in any industry or at any job… there’s always a problem. It happens, it’s unavoidable, and all you can do is sit back with your fingers crossed and pray that it’s not too bad.

There were some pretty good ones with Who Needs Christmas? I mean, yeah, like crawl in a ball in the corner with some Jack Daniels… then again since I live in fantasy world I tend to be a little over dramatic. But then again, considering it’s a twelve book series and hundreds of hours, months of work put into it… I feel justified for having a few meltdowns.

The first problem was months ago, when I was doing 4.5 or 5 books a month trying to have current releases and stock pile elves… long before anyone knew about the series. Sure, I’d talked to my publisher, a few of my friends about it, bouncing around ideas, etc.

So the phone rings and I groan because it’s the owner of Siren… Now, I want to be perfectly clear, I ADORE her and the inside staff at Siren. They’re great to work with and the owner I actually consider a friend I could turn to if I needed something and would do just about anything for. But she is the Boss, with a capital B. The great part of being an author is I can do what I want, but at times, yeah, she’s totally the boss of me. And she’s also crazy busy, so she doesn’t normally call to say hi and ask how my weekend was. It means I screwed up. Kinda like getting sent to the principal’s office.

Hell, I answer the phone, “I didn’t do it,” most of the time when she calls. Partially because it always makes her laugh. So we’re talking and she says the dreaded words no author wants to here, we have a problem. Originally, I was titling the books On The First Day, On The Second Day, etc because well, it went with Christmas, it was easy (I find coming up with titles to be very hard), and I thought it was cute. Then she informs me that the 12 days of Christmas start on Christmas and are the days following. And since we were doing the days before Christmas it didn’t really fit.

Yeah, I can’t even remember what combo of cuss words came out of my mouth but luckily she’s cool enough to realize I wasn’t swearing at her, but just, kinda in her direction. I hung up with her and stared at the wall. I was already on book four, had everything all outlined, and wow didn’t need a wrench thrown in my plans. My wonderful intern, Andi was here that day in my office, and I didn’t want to scare her by screaming in frustration. That left calling Gabrielle Evans and whining until I was a little annoyed with myself. But in true Gabrielle style, she stayed calm and simply said, “okay, then we come up with 12 new titles.”

Now, being an author, a lot of times you feel like you’re on your own little island so first off, I’d never been more grateful for a we. We were going to fix this and it wasn’t all on my shoulders. I raced up to my office, put her on speaker and with Andi’s help, we came up with 12 new titles. Gabrielle came up with the first one, Screw Santa, and I just went, “I can’t name a book that!”

“Why not?” Gabrielle asked me with a laugh. And I had no reason really besides my ma might smack me but damn it was a funny title. We went from there, coming up with the craziest, most innuendo laced titles I think I’ve ever seen. And I didn’t have to do it alone, so crisis averted.

The other main bump in the road came right after the New Orleans conference. I got another call from the publisher, this time at like 7 in the morning so there was the I’m so not up yet factor as well. She tells me we can’t call the series the Grinch Elves because Grinch is a registered trademark. Well fuuuuuuck. I’d already given out promo materials with it, had a banner designed, trailer on the way, poor Jinger had all the covers done. Yeah, huge cluster mess. So we hang up and I’m online checking… technically we could have, the trademark is for calling a character The Grinch but really, that sounded like I might just be asking for trouble.

Who do I call? Yeah, you guessed it. I called Gabrielle after my ma and bawling in her ear. Actually, it wasn’t us that fixed it this time… it was the staff at Siren, namely the EIC and Chief Imprint Editor. I sent them some ideas and they had already been thinking of some of their own. When I saw Who Needs Christmas? I called Gabrielle back and went, they got it. They got the new series name. She agreed and I wanted to drive to TX (Siren’s headquarters) and inappropriately kiss both of them for saving my ass.

Then it was just a matter of damage control. Reese Dante, who’s my goddess of all things pretty, changed the banner and trailer. Jinger, my lady of gorgeous covers, immediately jumped on getting me new ones with the right series name, and Andi and I changed the site and everything else. Yes, it was days of racing around to fix things, but it could have been a lot worse and again, I had help.

Lots of drama on this series? Hell yes, but I think it just gave the stories that much more character and a journey I won’t ever forget.

Today’s Contest Question: I actually have a book cover where there is a road on it… Which is it? (Hint: Think wolves)

Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

The prize for this contest is a L or XL Who Needs Christmas? T-Shirt so please make sure to include which size you’d like!! *Contest ends Dec 14^th at noon MST.

Good luck and today is the release of the first of the series, Screw Santa, the title that always makes me laugh because only Gabrielle would have come up with that one!

-Joyee

What’s In A Name?

2011-12-11T11:43:00.000-08:00

Personally, I think a lot. Which is why I have such a hard time picking character names. Certain names, normally X-boyfriends, leave a foul taste in my mouth so those are the bad guys. Some just don’t strike me as sexy, leading men type of names. No, don’t even ask me to list any, I’d so end up offending someone and I’m not falling into that trap.

In the beginning, when I was a new bright eyed author I never wanted to use any of the names that I’d seen in other books. Right… that lasted about a month until I realized that ALL the names had been claimed by someone at some point in time. Granted, I try not to use the ones my friends just used if I’m paying attention but there’s just going to be some overlap and I refuse to lose sleep over it.

Now, 52 books later, I have trouble not using names I’ve already used. I know I have a Gabriel, a Gabe… actually, I might have two Gabe’s. Yeah, that’s exactly my point, it’s hard to keep up with it all. Half my books are ménages, that’s three guys, the rest are two guys, some have more, times 52 books (I’m working on number 53), and my head spins when I try to come up with character names.

And there’s also the pitfall of using too weird of names that no one can pronounce and then I get dozens of emails asking me how to say it. Or people who email saying that’s not a real name, or they didn’t like the name, or… yeah, so I try to avoid that as well.

So when I first came up with the idea of the elves I was thinking about the world I would build and plotting… I do so love plotting. But I was talking to my good friend, Gabrielle Evans and she was apologizing because she used some first name for her character that I already had and I started laughing. We’ve all done that because there are only so many names to use.

But then I thought… what if the elves named themselves? I liked the idea and turned to my yahoo group asking them for the craziest names they could possibly come up with. I didn’t tell them the whole idea, simply that I was creating a world where at five years old, the guys named themselves. I smiled as I saw the ideas, names, and reasons behind the names rolling in. They were so unique that I’d fall over in shock if someone said they read the same name in another book. I mean seriously…

Horse. Cave. Idiot. Surprise. Why. Flower. Chiquita. Box. Champ. Button. Maze. Shadow. Not nicknames… but actual, those are their names.

I laughed so hard, I mean, yeah, I named my leading man Idiot. I used the puns, and goofed around with their names, letting the fun flow. I gave them human names, all with the generic last name of Smith because there are so many of those that it would be what elves would think Joe Human would be called.

So that’s how the elves got their crazy ass, weirdest names ever. But they are unique!

Today’s Contest Question: What is Horse’s mate’s name? (The answer can be found in the blurbs of Siren’s website or on mine)

Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

The prize for this contest is a signed Covers Calendar for 2012! *Contest ends Dec 13^th at noon MST.

Good luck and tomorrow Screw Santa comes out! The wait is almost over.

-Joyee

Chicago – My Hometown

2011-12-10T10:56:00.001-08:00

Unlike Frank Sinatra, who I adore and sang the classic song, Chicago, it really is my hometown. I am a born and bred Chicago-ian. We are our own breed of people and I always laugh and say that maybe outsiders should have a special passport to enter. Yeah, we’re that different. We speak our own language at times and real Chicago-ians, not the suburbanites, growl when someone says they’re from Chicago, and really they’re from Rockford. Or like when someone asks where you’re from in Chicago and you answer that you’re a Cubs or Sox fan. (Meaning that Cubs fans are on the North side while the Sox own the South side).

While I might have moved to see what else is out there in the country I love… Chicago will always be a part of me. So when I first came up with the idea of doing a Christmas series, I instantly knew where it would be set… in my hometown. I know I am completely, totally, and out rightly bias but Chicago at Christmas is one of the wonders of the world. From Michigan Ave all lit up to the ice rink in Millennium Park to the way Navy Pier turns into a constant winter festival. Not to mention how the Chicago River gets those chunks of ice in it and when you walk over the lit bridges and see them, there’s something magical about it.

As I wrote more and more of the series, I couldn’t get over how many of my favorite places in my hometown worked their way into the story. Natural History Museum, Wrigley Field, and Lincoln Park Zoo to name a few. But the food I did understand. I’ve talked to a few of my friends who I grew up with and have since moved for various reasons. Any time we talk, besides missing our families or parents, all we whine about is how we miss the food. No one has better Chinese food than in Chicago (in the US at least that I’ve found), the pizza is the best, and it carried over into my elves, how they’re always ordering Lou Malnati’s pizza.

There’s also my love and respect for the Chicago Police Department, having grown up with a parent who was on the force. Even more so is the rules most Chicago-ians live by. It cracks me up how when I go other places, people assume that Chicago-ians are so rude because they’re from such a big city. Nope, we just know the rules.

Where I live now my neighbors are always in my business, to the point I can’t take out my garbage without having one come over and talk to me, wanting to know everything. Yeah, I like my neighbors, one is a really good friend, but who the hell wants to chit chat when it’s balls cold out and you’re dealing with the garbage? See, in Chicago, we know the rules. You see your neighbor, you wave. You want to talk, you take a step in their direction and if they don’t reciprocate, you go don’t bug them. And if you’re asking them questions and they give one word answers or grunt at you… you leave them alone. Not keep asking! Which I actually find to be very rude.

My point is not to pick on my neighbors, but to show that everywhere is different and really one isn’t better than another. We just have different rules. In Chicago, it’s none of our business what our neighbors do as long as it doesn’t bother us or their house isn’t on fire. And we take care of our own. To the point of violence. You screw with my family (which we include our friends in that), you screw with me. I never doubted growing up or even when I was an adult that my friends had my back. And a lot of that attitude and mind set is present in the series to give a view into the minds of 12 Chicago-ians.

I get a lot of emails, comments, editorial remarks, and what not that I write too colloquial and have too indigenous of a voice in my writings. Yup. So? I never saw that as a bad thing and it’s one of the few things I won’t budge in changing. English is my first language and if someone doesn’t understand certain phrases I might use here and there, they can do one of two things: look it up or figure out the gist from the rest of the conversation or paragraph. How boring would books be if the author’s voice wasn’t in the story? Sometimes I try to not let my Chicag-nese (our Chicago-ian language) slip out too much in my books but for this series, I let it run wild. It was fun!

My point in this blog and giving everyone a background on the location of the series? To show there is more of me in these books than most of my previous writings. I tend to keep to myself and don’t like to talk about my personal life too much. But in Who Needs Christmas? I let the story flow and a picture of the city I love and the way it’s influenced me show.

Starting today, with this blog there will be one every day and there will be a few guest blogs about the series. There will also be contests, giveaways, and mostly, lots of fun. On that note… here’s the first contest: What is the name of the ice rink in Millennium Park?

Why ask that? It’s on the cover of all the books for those of you who aren’t Chicago familiar! Read these directions because only the people who do it right get entered!

If you’d like to enter please email Andi, my intern at joyee_intern@yahoo.com. Put the title of the blog in the subject line so she can keep them all straight. In the email, put your answer, full name and address.

The prize for this contest is a Who Needs Christmas? T-shirt so please also put if you’d like a L or XL! *Contest ends Dec 12th at noon MST.

Good luck & only two more days until Screw Santa! I hope you all enjoy the maddness in my head half as much as I did writing this series.

-Joyee

Last Chance!!

2011-11-15T11:22:00.000-08:00

As some of you know, I am planning on sending out a little something for Christmas to my fans. We will be doing a drawing for extra goodies out of all the addresses we receive. If you want in on it and have not yet sent Andi your postal address, please send it to joyee_intern@yahoo.com! :)

FYI!

2011-10-27T12:01:00.000-07:00

I am planning on sending out a little something for Christmas to my fans, so if you want in on it, send your mailing address to joyee_intern@yahoo.com! :)

Edric Excerpts

2011-10-05T17:47:00.000-07:00

Here are the excerpts for the next upcoming book in the Resistant Omegas series, which will be available with Siren Publishing on October 15!!

Story Excerpt

I was standing in Carson Evans’s living room in Chicago ready to piss my pants. I’d been saved two months ago from my birth pack in South Carolina when my parents died and my uncle wanted to make me his Omega and bitch. Yuck. Double yuck.
But that was then, and the now was I couldn’t think of the last time I’d been this scared. Well, I hadn’t been since I moved in with Carson and his inner circle. I was supposed to be interviewing potential Alphas and Betas who wanted an Omega because unfortunately I had to go to someone.
“Now that we’re alone, I can check you out how I want,” the nasty Alpha Marcus drawled as he circled me like a shark. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?” I squeaked. The man had about a foot on my five-four and a good hundred pounds on me. If he wanted me naked, I would be. And I wasn’t happy that Dorothy let them in the front sitting room before Carson was ready. They promised me I wouldn’t be going through these interviews alone.
For reasons like this.
“I want to see what I might be buying,” he whispered in my ear and then grabbed my groin. I whimpered, not the happy “fuck me now” kind of whimper. Oh no, it was more the “get me the fuck out of here please” whimper. “Very nice. I like the way you respond to me. You’ll be a good boy to add to my collection. Daddy likes you.”
“M–My parents are dead,” I stuttered. I saw the Betas exchange a look of shock. I had a feeling they didn’t have a clue that sicko Alpha had a hidden harem. Fuck, I was so screwed.
“I’m your daddy now, boy,” he snarled in my ear and squeezed my bits tighter than I would ever have liked. “And you will learn to mind me and please me. Now, I said get naked.”
“No,” I whispered as tears formed in my eyes. “You can’t boss me around.”
The fist I got to the back of my head said he felt otherwise. He let go of my groin as I fell to the floor, grabbing my head.
“Alpha, I don’t think our hosts will be happy if he’s hurt,” one of the Betas said as he stepped in front of me.
“I’m in charge here,” the Alpha snarled.
“I understand that, but they get a say in who buys the Omega,” he replied. I realized something. He was saying the right words to appease the Alpha, but I could see his profile, and I thought he was going to vomit when he said buys. “And we don’t want them running their mouths to the High Council.”
“Too late,” Carson said from the doorway. There were others behind him, but I couldn’t see from the floor. I was trying to move slowly away from the crazy Alpha and not be seen.
“This doesn’t concern you, Omega whore,” Alpha Marcus said firmly as he pushed his Beta aside. “I want this one.”
“No!” I screamed and scurried around the couch and toward Carson. I felt a hand pick me up by my hair and then froze.
“You come into my house and talk to me that way!” Carson shouted as two strange men came to my aid.
“You okay, baby?” one whispered as he released my hair from the Alpha and pulled me up into his arms. I wasn’t normally all about touching strangers, but given my two choices here, I clung to the new guy and wrapped my body around him.
“He wants to add me to his harem of boys and call him daddy,” I whimpered as the tears started to fall. That really didn’t sound any better than the crap with my uncle I’d been rescued from.
“Not going to happen,” the nice man said kindly as he rubbed my back. “They weren’t even scheduled to meet with you right now. We were.”
“Okay,” I replied and realized I was nuzzling his neck. He was hot, he smelled amazing, and he’d just rescued me. So sue me. Wait, they were here for me, too? Fuck, this was all so confusing.
“Release me from your spell, witch,” the Alpha snarled. “You have no power over me.”
“It would seem otherwise.” Carson snickered and used his gifts to wave the guy back and forth like a rag doll. “You will be brought to the High Council for accosting an Omega in sanctuary. I also would like to know more about this harem.”
“So would we,” one of the Alpha’s Betas growled. “It’s bad enough we got assigned to this asshole, but he’s got a harem? I want the fuck out of here.”
“You’re not in this with him?” Carson asked, and I realized he was freezing all three of them.
“Fuck no! Percy and I were brought in by the High Council because the old Betas disappeared. Yeah, I’d disappear after working with this douche, too. We’ve only been on with him for a couple of weeks.”
“How’s the pack? Is it him or all of them?”
“The pack is scared. He rules them like a tyrant with an iron fist.”
“Would you be willing to go on record saying that?” Carson asked as he released the two Betas.
“Yes we would,” the other one, Percy, answered, who had jumped in front of me earlier and did something that shocked the shit out of me. He pulled back his arm and decked the Alpha in the face. Alpha Marcus passed out but was still being held up by Carson’s powers. Nice. “I hate the fucker. And now he’s got some hidden collection of boys that call him daddy? That’s just sick.” He turned to me then with kind eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Just shaken up, thanks,” I answered and went to let go of my other rescuer. He held me tighter, and I glanced at him.

Adult Excerpt

“The penalty of deflowering an Omega, even if the contract is signed, in an unofficial ceremony, is death, Edric. Would you risk that for sex with them? No matter how much the ceremony would suck.”
“No, no I wouldn’t,” I whispered, feeling like a complete asshole. “Can you tell them I didn’t know that, and I just want to think tonight? I know I’m being a coward, but my brain hurts from all of this, and I just need to calm down and let it settle.”
“Okay, Edric,” he said gently and kissed my forehead. “I’m glad you understand why they said no at least.”
“Yeah, I just wished they had told me that there was even a penalty before I threw myself at them begging.”
“Ouch.” He winced for my rejection. “Yeah, that would have been smart.” And with that he left. I slowly pulled off my clothes as a massive migraine formed at my temples. All this drama could have been avoided if someone had just told me. But then again, how could they have known I would desperately beg them to break the rules?
I didn’t know, and my head was pounding as I crawled into bed. Mostly I just felt like a fool. I was just finally starting to doze off when the bed moved.
“What?” I gasped as I felt a tall, built, warm body mold against me. Naked.
“I don’t want you to lose your virginity like that either,” Colin whispered in my ear as he ran his hands down my lithe body. “It kills me that our first time together will be like that. I can’t let that happen to you, baby. It’s bad enough you have to go through it at all.”
“No, Carson told me the penalty,” I moaned and tried to push away. I ended up pushing my ass back against the hard cock rubbing on me, but I had had the intention of moving.
“No one will ever find out. I promise.” He reached down and one hand moved along my dick as his other one rubbed my hole. “You want me, right?”
“Yes, so much,” I groaned. “But we’ll know, and is that something you want to keep from Blaine and Rowan?”
He froze, and I knew the answer because it was the same one I had. No. It would be wrong to keep this from them and neither of us wanted that. “Shit.”
“Yeah,” I whispered as I turned around in his arms so we were facing each other. “I can’t believe you were willing to risk death to give me what I wanted.”
“I wanted it, too, baby. I don’t want you to go through this tomorrow, especially without knowing real passion.”
“I’ve felt real passion every time any of you kisses me,” I said with a smile against his lips.
“Good to know.” He chuckled as he ran his hand up my thigh and brought my leg over his. “Let me give you a taste of how real lovemaking can be. You can hold on to that tomorrow during the ceremony and know there’s more to come.”
“Yes,” I hissed as his hand started working my cock again. “I want to experience everything with you, Colin. There’s so much I want to do.”
“We will, baby. I promise we will.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming as his thumb grazed that sensitive part under the head of my dick. Then he leaned forward and took my mouth as he rolled us so he was on top. “Tell me if I get too rough.”
“Mm-hm,” I mumbled as his cock slid against mine. I wrapped my legs around him, thinking that if just rubbing off on each other felt this good, I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like to have him inside of me.
And damn did he know how to draw out the pleasure. He’d go hard and fast until I was right on the cusp and then slow it back down. Colin kept us on edge like that for at least twenty minutes while I begged, whimpered, and clawed at his back.
“Please, Colin,” I gasped as he backed off once again. “Please, I need to come. Please!”
“Okay, baby,” he panted, and I was glad at least I wasn’t the only one affected. He thrust faster, our combined pre-cum slicking us up so there wasn’t any dry chafing going on. I gasped as I felt the tingling start up my spine again, whimpering as I pleaded with my body to hurry up. Colin kept moving as he took my face in his hands. “You belong to us, Edric. No one else, right?”
“No one,” I said, and then my orgasm slammed into me. I started to cry out, but Colin swallowed it down with his mouth on mine. I felt wet heat all over our abs as I came, and then Colin grunted as he followed me right over. I moaned as I felt his seed mark my body, totally turned on that I’d made him peak.
He rolled us over so I was sprawled on top of him as we gasped for air. I nuzzled his neck as he pulled the covers up over us. Then he hugged me as if he was never going to let me go, which I hoped he didn’t.
“Can we do that again?” I asked a few minutes later when our hearts had settled again.
“We can do so much more than that anytime you want after the ceremony,” he answered with a chuckle. “You’re going to have three strong, virile men to satisfy.”
I thought about that for a minute and couldn’t help the smile on my face. “I’m going to spend most of my time on my back with my legs up in the air. Aren’t I?”

Why My Intern Is Starting To Reply To My Emails…

2011-09-22T07:44:00.000-07:00

***Please don’t read this if you offend easily, aren’t a fan of sarcasm, or already think I’m a bitch. This is all meant in good fun and I’m writing this at 1am because I can’t sleep.***

1- I’m an author… I’m supposed to be a little “off” and some people don’t get that.
2- No matter how sane someone is or how normal the question by the 50th time you answer you start wanting to mess with people. i.e. “Are you there?” “Nope!” And I never said I was even sane…
3- I’m born and bred Chicago-ian. I don’t beat around the bush, am blunt, and most people think I’m a bitch.
4- Sarcasm flows in my blood. I don’t just tip the scales… I push it over the cliff, giggling and wave as it plummets.
5- Dane Cook and I have a lot in common, one of which is we’re both Catholic and have wanted to screw with the priest during communion by grabbing the bowl and running away with it. (Yeah, I really almost did once.)
6- If I was fit to be around the general public I wouldn’t work by myself, from home, up in my cave… I mean office.
7- I spend most of my time in fantasy land, coming back out into the real world can be a shock to my system.
8- No matter when I go to reply to messages the first one is always one that just chaps my ass and I swear it affects my answers to the rest.

That being said… here are some of my normal, reasonable questions (and some not) I get in emails and my very smart ass replies that I want to give sometimes.

Have you thought about writing any of the other Marius Brothers stories?Nope, thought I’d leave the last three hanging and laugh at them or maybe just kill them off.

When is (insert book I’ve not even started writing yet) coming out?
Sometime after I write it & submit it.
Reply I’ve actually gotten several times: Why haven’t you written it yet?
I’m busy working on other projects.
When are you going to get to it?
Hell if I know? I’m still wondering what I’m going to eat for lunch at 8pm.
Why don’t you work on it now?
That’s about when I stop replying…

Is (insert series) ongoing?
Yes. It’s on my website that all series other than Hounds of Hell is ongoing. Other questions can be answered at www.joyeeflynn.com
Oh, I don’t have time look that up, it’s easier if you just answer my questions.
Easier for who?! The whole reason I set up the very time consuming webpage is so people can see what’s going on and don’t have to wait for my reply. Every time I get emails like this I get unmotivated to even work on it, which is why it’s so far behind. And honestly I set it up also so I can keep writing and not spend hours replying to emails. If you can’t take the time to click on the link and read what’s there, why should I take the time replying? Plus, it would just be quicker to click the link…

I’m interested in reading your books. Send me the blurbs to all of them and your excerpts.
Seriously? Not even a please or thank you? Do I look like McDonald’s drive thru? I didn’t see “order here” on my forehead this morning…. And I washed my face. I currently have 39 books out… that would be one long ass email with all the blurbs and excerpts… and they’re all on my website.

Are you going to write (some minor female character)’s book?
I have 39 books out, 48 written currently… M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M, and M/M/M/M/M/M… there’s a theme there, I swear there is.

How could you end (insert title) that way? Are you nuts?
Yep, and I take evil pills every morning just to make sure I’m well rounded

How much did you make on your last book?
F*&* @#()*&*& @#&(*&@(* #@*)()&$ none of your business.

Why are all your books the same and so predictable?
Why the F do you keep reading them then if they all suck? If they’re all the same why do I bother changing the names…

Are there going to be anymore (one of my series)?
Nope, I killed off the rest of the characters even though I have on my website that the series is ongoing and I left the ending of the last one open ended.
*yeah, I get that one a lot, at least 3x a day, and I start to get creative. It’s a normal question but again, I’m not fit to be around people*

Why the fascination with male pregnancy? It’s obviously impossible and takes away from the story.
I have one series with male preggos and two characters in other series… and no kidding it’s impossible, but I write FICTION. If it takes away from the story then how can you read the ones without it, you know, with the vampires, werewolves… all that REAL stuff.

Why do you keep writing ménages? They’re unrealistic and I hate them.
Right, let me cater just to you. That’s logical to expect.

I don’t think I set up my Kindle right. Can you tell me what I’m doing wrong and set it up?
Do I look like Amazon? I can’t see what you did. How do I know what you did wrong? Read the instructions! I don’t email Brad Pitt when my Blue Ray player is confusing me….

And last but not least, but my favorite I get asked in my personal life ALL the time….

You’re an author! Have I ever read anything you’ve written?
How the HELL would I know what you’ve read? I’m an author, not a telepath!

If I pissed anyone off and they want to email me complaining… please don’t. This was my way of sharing some fun sarcasm. It was this or bang my head against the wall. =0)

Excerpts: My Feisty Kitten

2011-09-09T11:33:00.000-07:00

Here are the excerpts for the next upcoming book in the Purrfect Mates Series!

STORY EXCERPT

“I’m heading up to Conley’s estate now that I finished loading the last of the Bears’ stuff.”
“And, oddly enough, they are actually bear shifters.” Aaron Loman chuckled on the other end of my cell. His deep voice always sent shivers down my spine. And no matter how silly or stupid the comment, if he laughed, I couldn’t help but smile. It was like his mirth was infectious.
“I know, right? Who came up with that one?” I rolled my eyes, trying to picture if my name had been Sasha Saber-Tooth Tiger instead of Sasha Donovan. Yikes! That’s just a horrid name.
“The older I get, Sasha, the more I see that people aren’t always that creative. But I am excited we’re finally going to get to meet.”
“Finally?” I laughed and felt my heart warm. “We’ve been talking for a week or so. You make it sound like it’s been years.”
“Sorry, I’m just really lonely since I moved to Conley’s,” he replied with a sigh. “And it’s really not about losing Logan. I’m happy he found his mates; I just want mine, too. After all the shit that went down with Harold and then betraying Curtis to go rescue Logan, everyone here looks at me like I’m a viper, Sasha. I don’t know anyone besides in passing, and I feel like I’ve got the scarlet letter fucking tattooed on my forehead.
“And some of the vamps here are total douche bag elitists. I know they look down on me for losing my partner to two shifters. What the fuck should that matter? They’re his mates. All around, I just feel like I’m losing my mind here. The only thing that doesn’t suck is talking to you and helping coordinate the evacuations.”
“It’ll get better, Aaron. Curtis was never mad at you, and Conley isn’t holding anything against you,” I said gently. I felt so bad for him and everything my new friend had recently gone through. “After we get everyone to the designated safe area, packs, or vamp covens and things calm down, I think you need a vacation.”
“To where?” I could hear the smile in his voice, which was what I’d been shooting for.
“We could start small,” I answered after I thought about it for a moment. “We’ll go to my brother Avery’s place. They’ve got a huge ranch with horses and the local pack there, so it’s not isolated or in danger from Hunters or zombie things or the boogeyman.”
“Hey, it’s going to be okay, Sasha,” Aaron said tenderly, and I wanted to hug the phone, pretending it was the man. Shit, when was the last time I had a good hug where I was the one being comforted instead of doing the comforting? Yeah, so long I couldn’t even give a month estimate.
“I had to move my parents out of their farm yesterday, Aaron. It’s been in our family for a while. My mom was crying, and my dads were frazzled from needing to sell it in this crap market. I get why the Council and the vamp Council are doing this. It’s smart, we need to stop acting alone and ignoring the dangers in the world for paranormals. But the Bear family had lived on that land for seven generations. It’s a part of them, and they’re giving up so much. It’s just not fair!”
Just then I saw what I guessed was a streak of light dart out into the street. Going off my gut, I turned right to follow it even though the street would take me away from the expressway that I needed to go on. But since when does light randomly flash like that? And it was leaving some sort of shimmering trail.
“Let me call you back, Aaron,” I said and hung up the phone. I felt bad that I hadn’t heard what he’d been saying, and I was being completely rude the way I didn’t wait for an answer from him. But this was all too weird not to have my full attention. I kept turning, winding around corners back and forth in what seemed to be a deserted warehouse district in Casper, Wyoming.
It seemed the current economy had hit this area of the country as well. A few of the buildings looked like they’d been vandalized. One seemed to have started being dismantled for parts but not by professionals. Almost no windows were intact in any of the buildings. And it wasn’t just dark there, it was creepy. It was like I knew there were people around, eyes to watch for when I left so they could get back to their nefarious dealings.
Finally the trail stopped and there was a small blue ball huddled in a corner. Oh so many jokes about blue balls to be made on that one if the situation had been different. I was almost scared to check it out and not just because self-preservation was kicking in and screaming, “Don’t approach the freaky blue ball, you moron. You run away from fucking eerie lights, not toward them.”
I threw my twenty-foot moving truck into park and hopped out. I got about six yards away when I realized it was a man wrapped around himself, shaking…and he was my mate.
“Help me,” a soft fanciful voice said as I got closer to him. I gasped at the bite marks all over his neck and chest. They looked like vamp bites, and if so, one or more had been snacking on him big time. His gorgeous ivory skin that looked so soft and inviting was a collage of pain. Okay, but why was he shining blue? I seriously was having trouble getting over the sparkling blue light.
“Do you need a ride, little one?” I asked as I knelt down in front of him. He looked up at me and his blue eyes flashed violet, and then he was on me.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Yes, ride. Need to ride you,” he moaned and whimpered as he thrust his hips against mine while kissing my neck. “Need release. Ready to explode soon from power. Vamps kept bleeding me but no one would fuck me. Need to come. Fuck me, suck me, touch me, let me ride you, I don’t care. You’re hot, I like your body. Need to come.”
“Okaaay then,” I drawled. What the fuck was going on here? “Do you know who I am?”
“Stranger who stopped to help me.” He was nodding as if that was the same as calling me by my name as he quickly unbuttoned and yanked down my pants. In a flash, he had his off, and he was lowering himself onto my cock. Right on. Nice of him to really ask, but then again, I was hard because he was hot. And I’m pretty sure I was shocked stupid at the whole thing.
“Wait, you’re not stretched.” I gasped as he impaled himself. I grabbed his hips to try and stop his progression, but he easily pushed my hands away. Damn the little guy was strong! Something brushed against my hands, and I wondered if he had some remnants of a shirt on.
“Always stretched. Always ready. Need release from magic buildup.”
Seriously? It was like trying to talk with Rain Man. Fine, a really hot, blond-haired, blue-eyed, lithe Rain Man, but still the point is the same.
He mashed his lips down to mine and moved his hips quicker than any human could. I couldn’t believe I was having sex in an alley in the middle of nowhere really with my manic mate riding me before even knowing my name. I was so going to need professional help after this.
“What is your name?” I asked, grabbing his hips to stop him and breaking the kiss.
“Imogen. Imogen Milford,” he answered, looking at me as if he was wondering why I cared. The blue light that surrounded him got even brighter. “Please! Talk after. Need release. Magic too much.”
“Imogen, what are you?” I was in awe of him and his ethereal beauty. Now that I was so close to him, almost inside and a part of the blue light, it was magnificent. It shimmered like water but honestly was almost more colorful than any rainbow I’d ever seen with all the different shades.
“Fairy. Fairy with too much buildup. No one would fuck me, only bleed me.”
“Do fairies have mates? Because I’m—”
“Talk after, fuck now,” he cried out and batted away my hands. “Please! Need now. It hurts so bad.”
“Okay, Imogen,” I whispered against his lips. “As long as you promise not to run after because we need to talk.”
“Yes, yes, stay with hot tiger with big cock. Imogen promise to follow tiger and run from vamps.”
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about, but when he started riding me like a rodeo star again, I couldn’t think much past how much I wanted to come in his tight ass. He was like a flash the way he moved. Hell, if I wasn’t focused directly on his light blue or purple eyes, I would have gotten dizzy.
“Fuck, Imogen.”
“Yes, fucking Imogen good. Good tiger. Imogen like the way you fuck. Going to come now.” He threw back his head, went stiff for a second, and then shot his load with a cry all over my chest and neck. Damn, he really had been built up!
“Jesus you’re gorgeous,” I gasped as he came, riding the waves. His eyes fluttered and the tendons in his neck stood out.
Then his ass clamped down on my cock, and I had my own orgasm. It was so strong that I wondered if my balls were going to cramp up with the force of it. I held Imogen’s hips tightly as I just kept shooting more of myself into him while he finished his ride and collapsed onto my chest. I smelled something funny, like walking through an herb garden and fresh-cut lawn as something shocked me.
And when I say shocked, I don’t mean like static shock from a carpet…more like sticking my finger in an electrical socket that didn’t hurt.
“Take my magic, hot tiger with the big, very pleasing cock,” Imogen whispered as he kissed my chest. Then it stopped, and I was completely spent.
“Holy shit!” I gasped for air, my heart feeling as if it was going to leap out of my chest. “Is sex with fairies always like this, or is it because we’re mates?”
“Probably,” he said as he sat up and tilted his neck, staring at me inquisitively. “I know the magic release is good as an orgasm for most people, but this was a bigger one than normal. This word ‘mates,’ I know it but cannot place it. Would you please elaborate and tell me your name as well, tiger?”
Well, at least he was speaking in full sentences instead of manic fragments. “First, maybe we should get off the dirty ground and into my truck. Didn’t you say that there were vampires chasing you?”
“Quite right, I do apologize,” Imogen said with a slight blush. He pulled off of me and stood up, holding out his hand to me. I took it, and he easily pulled me to my feet. Well, he was much stronger than his small five-four frame looked. “Allow me to tend to your clothes and sanitary needs if you would?”
“Umm, sure?” I replied, raising an eyebrow. He blinked rapidly, and suddenly it was as if I’d showered and changed into fresh clothes. I was tucked back into my jeans, none of his cum was cooling on my shirt or neck, and I even felt as if my teeth had been brushed. I gasped and stared at Imogen who looked just as put together.
His wounds seemed healed on his neck, and he was dressed in a three-piece suit without the jacket complete with tie that looked ridiculous given where we were. Sure, he would have been perfectly dressed if we were walking into a boardroom, but in a deserted alley in the middle of nowhere good, it was comical.
“This is either the freakiest dream I’ve ever had, or I’m tripping on acid.”

Excerpts: Cheetah in Charge

2011-08-17T10:43:00.000-07:00

Here are the excerpts for the next upcoming book in the Purrfect Mates series!!

STORY EXCERPT:

“No more, Cass,” Raz snarled and grabbed my arm. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’m fine,” I slurred and tried to pull away.

“Settle your tab, and let’s go,” Rash said firmly, and he gave the pretty bartender the signal that I wasn’t having anymore drinks.

“I’m the oldest,” I replied angrily, falling back onto the stool when I tried to stand up too quickly.

“Then act like it,” Ragu said coldly as he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me so our noses were touching. “Someday we will learn what happened to you, Cass.”

“Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?” Their faces paled, and I ignored them as I signed the credit card slip the bartender was holding for me. I added a fat tip and thanked her. My litter-mates stood there frozen as I stormed out. Well, I would have if my body was working right then. Instead, I was stumbling all over the place and trying to keep upright.

“You want to leave?” Rash asked as they caught up to me outside the club. He lifted my arm over his shoulder and helped me walk. “What happened, Cass? Why won’t you tell us? You hide it all so well that the younger litter has no clue that you even went through anything. It was never our place to tell what we were feeling from you when we all shifted, but if you don’t stop this shit, that will change.”

“And that’s the way it stays,” I growled and went to one of the waiting cabs. I opened the door but didn’t get in. “And yes, I want to leave. I’m tired of always being responsible for everyone else. I should not be in charge of anyone or have their lives in my hands.”

I wanted to say, “So I can’t fail them like I did Rolf.” But then they really would pester me to know.

“We’re adults, Cass,” Ragu growled and spun me around to face them. “You take charge, and we let you, but we’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves.”

“So be it,” I said with a nod and pulled my arm away. “Then I’m going home to pack.”

“Cass, no!” Raz gasped as tears filled his eyes. I shook my head and crawled into the cab, closing the door on their faces.

“The Bellagio, please,” I said and slumped down in the seat. The driver had heard all of that but wisely didn’t say a word. Good man.

I stared out the window at the lights and glamour of Vegas and wished I was alone on a deserted island. At least that way I could choke on my memories and pain without hurting my family. But then again, if they ever found out what had happened with Rolf, they wouldn’t love me anyways and wouldn’t care.

I made it about halfway to the elevators I needed to ride to our rooms when lo and behold there was more family of mine in my face.

“Cass, are you drunk?” Sari asked, his jaw just about hitting the ground. “Where have you guys all been tonight?”

I glanced over at Cam, the youngest of our litter, and blind, as he looked down at his shoes. Yeah, since he couldn’t see, I was pretty sure he was just hiding his reaction to the conversation. He knew where Ragu, Raz, and Rash had been but hadn’t said anything. What was there to say? They didn’t know anything about my life really, or my pain, just that something had happened.

“Yeah, what of it?” I snarled, sounding more cat than man. “I’m going to pack.”

“Okay, but we’re here a few more days,” Curtis said slowly. They were all standing around one private craps table. And of course, it was all of them. “So there’s no reason to pack.”

“I’m leaving,” I replied and went to stumble away. “I’m leaving. I’m packing up my shit from Curtis’, and leaving.”

“We weren’t done talking to you,” Raz called out as they raced over to me. Great, just fucking great. “This ends tonight, Cassiel Cowell, or so help me god—”

“Or what?” I shouted in his face and shoved him hard. If I’d been sober, he would have gone flying, but instead I almost landed on my ass. “What are you going to do, Raz? Tie me down so I can’t ever leave? I want some fucking peace for once, and I’m leaving.”

“Why would you want to leave us?” Shem asked quietly as he moved closer to me. My other brother was blind, too, but since I was yelling like a mad man, it wasn’t hard to figure out where I was. The problem was Shem, more than any of my siblings, pulled at my heart strings. I loved them all, but Shem was so sensitive and helpless at times that I’d do anything for him.

“I just have to, Shem,” I whispered and backed away. “I can’t keep doing this anymore. My litter won’t leave me alone, you and your litter have no clue who I really am, and I never get any peace.”

“Because you never sleep?” he asked so only I would hear. “Why do you never sleep, Cass?”

“You knew?” I gasped. “What else do you know?” I shook my head and took another step away. “It doesn’t matter what you know. I’m leaving.”

“Why won’t you tell us, Cass?” Ragu begged and grabbed my arm. “It can’t be as bad as you think it is, brother. Just tell us and let us share your pain and help you.”

“You-know-nothing,” I ground out in between clenched teeth. He dropped my arm as if I burned him. They all stood there with their mouths open in shock, so I took the advantage and booked it. The confrontation had been enough for me to sober up some.

ADULT EXCERPT:

“And that time will come, but you’ve got some claiming to do.” I watched Merrick as he leaned over the bed seductively and presented his ass to me. “I think we were about here, right?”

“Yes,” I hissed and practically pounced on him. I pulled back the cheeks of his ass as I shifted, ready for the pleasure instead of the hurt serious talking could bring. Lining up my cock, I pushed over half of myself inside of him. I wasn’t a small guy when in human form, but in my half-and-half form I was even bigger, so I had a good nine inches to give my mate.

“Claim me, Cass. Make me yours,” Merrick cried out. I felt a thrill go through my body at the idea. Mine. Someone that was all mine. Well, mine and Logan’s, but the sentiment was the same. I thrust hard, my control gone, and bottomed out inside of him.

“So hot,” Logan moaned. I glanced at him and realized he had moved. He was now sitting on the green, plush comforter with his legs spread wide as he stroked his cock. I was wondering why he wasn’t joining in when he answered my question before I’d even asked it. “I like to watch. I really like to watch before I get in the mix.”

“Voyeur.” Merrick snickered.

“If you can talk, then I’m not doing my job right,” I said as I pulled out of him slowly. I thrust back into him so hard I knew he’d have a bruise on his ass tomorrow. But he didn’t seem to care, because he went wild under me.

“Oh yeah, Cass. Pound into his sweet ass,” Logan groaned. Him watching while pleasing himself moved up the erotic nature of our joining to another level. My hips started snapping harder than I ever thought possible. I was grunting, Merrick was grunting and then some, and I swear Logan was whimpering. If there was no other pleasure or stimulus, I was ready to blow just from the sounds Merrick was making under me.

“Gonna come,” I panted as I leaned over Merrick’s back. “Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed and tilted his head to the side. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. Seeing his sleek neck stretched out for me, with its corded muscles straining and his jaw ticking as I plowed into him, undid me. I licked once over the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder and sank my canines into him. “Oh, sweet mercy!”

I grunted as he came, his ass clamping down on me. I drank him down, feeling our mating bond snap into place before lifting my head and roaring out my release. I pumped my seed deep into my mate as my hands convulsed on his hips from the intensity of my orgasm. His tight hold massaged my dick perfectly, milking everything I had to give him.

He collapsed onto the bed, and I didn’t have any strength left to keep myself up, landing on top of him. Merrick groaned and squirmed as I gently licked my bite to close the wound.

“Fuck,” Logan gasped, and we both turned our heads to watch as he came, pumping his cock faster than any human could ever move their hand. He shot all over his chest and even hit his chin.

“I think he really likes to watch.” Merrick chuckled, and I felt the vibrations throughout my body.

“Oh god, don’t do that,” I moaned as his muscles tightened around me. My whole body spasmed at the attention to my sensitive dick. Logan crawled over when he was spent and kissed Merrick gently.

“Was it as good as it looked?” he asked as he gasped for breath.

“Probably better,” Merrick moaned as I rolled off of him. I felt pride that I’d sent my mate into such bliss, and it turned me on to see him lying there completely spent and debauched. I turned to Logan with a feral grin on my lips.

“Your turn,” I purred as I crawled over to him.

“Give me a minute,” Logan panted, but I wasn’t having any of it. He lay flat on his stomach, and I climbed behind him, straddling his thighs as I rubbed my claws gently over his ass. “Or not.”

“I vote for not.” I pulled one cheek of his ass to the side and rubbed my now painfully hard cock against his hole.

He’d been stretched out earlier before we started talking, but I didn’t worry about him not being slick enough since my dick was covered in my own cum from being inside Merrick. Logan went to push himself up, and I firmly kept him in place as I pressed the head of my dick past his tight ring.

“Shit,” he hissed in pleasure as he tried to push back and take more of me into him. “I’ve never done it at this angle.”

“Makes you so nice and tight,” I purred as I slid in farther, working my cock into him as slowly as I could without dying of need.

“I might end up becoming a voyeur, too,” Merrick whispered as he watched where our bodies joined. “I can see how it’s appealing.”

“See, and I just felt left out when you guys were kissing and stretching each other.” I froze and felt Logan go stiff under me at the confession. I panicked and thrust hard into him to distract them from what I said. I so didn’t want to talk about that right now.

“I don’t like to bottom, but I think I change my mind on that,” Logan whimpered as I held still and gave him time to adjust to the penetration. “Or maybe it’s who I was doing it with.”

Excerpts: Kitty in the Middle

2011-08-08T09:51:00.000-07:00

Here are two excerpts from the next upcoming book from the Purrfect Mates series!

STORY EXCERPT:

When some friends of Diets, we started playing host. Most of them must have come from the same fire Shem’s mate did because they all looked like they’d been through the wringer. There was soot all over their hair and clothes, and they wore expressions of exhaustion. Though most of them were my walking wet dreams, this was so not the time to try and pick up a date.
Besides, I was probably the most un-smooth man on the face of the planet. I was the eldest of my litter, and in my family I was loved, and my younger siblings came to me for advice a lot. But in the real world, I was invisible. Even at college I swear people walked through me most of the time. I was just plain and unnoticeable, except for the red hair with the black highlights.
I was trying not to pout that all these gorgeous men would never notice me unless I was holding the coffee and they wanted some when a strange, but sweetly intoxicating, scent hit my nose. Immediately, I zeroed in on the elevator as the doors opened and a god of a man stepped off. His eyes locked on mine for a split second, and he did a double take before focusing back on the group. Damn!
He had intense light green eyes that I swear looked almost yellow under the harsh lighting of the hospital. His short, light brown hair was sticking up all over the place from running his fingers through it while it wasn’t totally dry. The wet dream still had on his fireman pants with suspenders and a tight black shirt. And damn, he was tall with muscle on muscle. Yummy!
“I was told Diets’s brother is here,” he said loudly. I stepped closer to him without even knowing it. I’m sure everyone thought I was going to Shem when the man was referring to him. Shem had told the hospital staff that he was Diets’s brother so he could get any type of information. Mustn’t scare the humans by saying he was Diets’s mate.
“Me,” Shem squeaked out and then tried again. I heard a couple of growls as the man went over to Shem and invaded my brother’s personal space. Then I realized one of them was mine, but not because he was looking as if to intimidate Shem…because I didn’t want my mate focused on any of my brothers. He should only want me!
“Diets doesn’t have any brothers,” my mate whispered to Shem. None of the humans would have been able to hear him, but we could. I snuck closer until I was standing right next to my brother and mate. “But you’re just like he described the man he was in love with. Shem, I assume?”
“Yeah,” he sighed and then smiled at my mate. I kept the growl down this time, but I was still ready to grind steel with my teeth. “Sorry, but they wouldn’t give a flying fart that I’m his boyfriend. I figured since Diets spent some time in the foster system, maybe I could get away with saying a foster brother.”
“Smart and cute, Diets is a lucky guy.” My mate chuckled and stood up. Damn, he was tall. “Right, forgot you’re blind, sorry.” I glanced at Shem then and realized my brother was holding out his hand and waiting for my mate to take it. To touch him! “I’m Kaleb Bauer. Diets is my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Shem Cowell.”
“And I’m Ham Cowell,” I purred as I took Kaleb’s hand from Shem. I was being completely rude, I knew this. But it was either interrupt their conversation and get my mate to stop touching one of my brothers, or shift and drag my mate to a back corner until he focused on nothing but me. “Diets has such attractive and hot friends.”
“Oh? You think so?” Kaleb chuckled as he turned to look away from Shem to me now that I had his hand. When he closed his fingers around mine instead of me just holding his, I swear I felt a bolt of lightning shoot from him directly to my heart and then further down to my cock. Kaleb must have felt it, too, because he gasped. “You are so pretty—did you say Ham?”
“Yes, I’m Hameal, but everyone calls me Ham,” I whispered as I moved closer. God, I wanted to fucking hump his leg like I was in heat. Well, I was about to be in heat, so I guess it made sense. “And I’ll be your pretty anything, Kaleb.”
“Actually, most of my friends call me Kale,” he said seductively as he reached out to touch my face. “Jesus, you are so fucking gorgeous that I basically just outed myself to the men of my engine, and I don’t seem to care.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied with wide eyes and went to move away. “We shouldn’t do this here then. Drop your hand, no one will notice.”
“I don’t want to drop my hand, Ham,” Kale said as he eyed me over as if I was dinner. His Ham dinner to be specific. “I want to keep both hands on you at all times.”
“Are you free tomorrow for some lunch?” I asked, trying to focus on more than letting him touch me wherever he wanted. “I know there are a few things on you I’d like to eat.”
“Depends,” Kale drawled. “Are you normally this flirtatious? Am I just going to be a notch in your headboard?”
“Ham flirt?” Shem busted out laughing before I could answer. “Yeah, because he’s got such great lines. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him flirt or date.”
“Hey, I can flirt,” I said softly, wanting to roll my eyes at how stupid I sounded. I knew I was pouting, and Shem probably didn’t realize he was being a cock block, but like, damn.

ADULT EXCERPT:

When he reached for me, I turned around so he could get me ready.
“W–What?” I asked, worried he didn’t want me. Kale smiled softly at me as he turned me back around, spread my legs, and leaned over, reaching behind me.
“I want to see you, Ham.” I grabbed his arms and moaned as he ran his fingers over my hole. I could see the emotions flickering over his face as he pushed his middle finger in quickly. “I wanted to take all the time in the world to explore you slowly, baby. But we just don’t have it right now.”
“I know,” I whispered and tilted my head up. He kissed me as he stretched me, gently at first, but then the passion between us flared. I ignored the burning when he slid in a second finger, my hole not yet completely ready. It had been over a year since I’d had sex, and even then, I really didn’t have much experience.
But it was worth it to be with my mate. I was careful to show no signs of the slight pain. It startled me at first, though I found I enjoyed it when he scissored his fingers back and forth inside of me. It was heaven.
“Tell me what you need, Ham,” he whispered against my lips.
“Love me,” I blurted out. He froze for a moment and simply stared into my eyes. I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. I held my breath waiting for his response. Kale slowly smiled at me as his fingers started moving again.
“I think I will very easily, and the idea thrills me,” he said with a growl. Before I could reply, he pushed in a third finger, and I moaned as he instantly rubbed them over my sweet spot. “Will you be mine alone, baby?”
I hesitated for a moment. I wouldn’t be just his. We had another mate somewhere. So I said what I could to not ruin the moment but also not lie to my mate. “I will always be yours, Kale.”
“I like the sound of that.” Kale kissed me fiercely, nipping and sucking my bottom lip. I moved my arms up and around his neck as I pushed back on his fingers. In a flash, he pulled his fingers out and lifted me up. I got the idea and wrapped my legs over his hips as he lined up his cock with my hole. “You’re all mine now, baby. I’ve never met anyone who responds to my touch the way you do. I’m going to be addicted to you after this.”
“Okay,” I cried out as he lowered me onto him. He quickly kissed me quiet, which was smart given where we were. I’d gotten swept up in the moment and forgot we were still in the supply closet. I moved my hips so that I could take more of his huge dick into me. Kale was by far the biggest man I’d ever been with, and I wasn’t willing to wait until my body was ready.
I wanted him now!
“Sweet hell, Ham,” he groaned softly as my ass met his sac. “Never has it been like this. We’re a perfect fit.”
“Glad you want to keep me.” I giggled. His eyes flashed with lust as his nostrils flared. He moved us so that my back was against the door before he started to pull back out. Then, when just the head of his cock was still in me, he slammed into me hard. I bit my lip from crying out.
“If we weren’t in here where people could find us, I’d want to hear every little noise. It fucking gets me hot to know you’d be screaming my name. Does my cock give your sweet ass that much pleasure?”
“No,” I gasped as he thrust hard into me again. “Not your cock, you. You give me this much pleasure, Kale. All of you.”
“Right answer,” he growled and started to pound into me. I’d never had sex with, much less touched, anyone with this kind of need. Kale acted like he needed and desired me more than air, and I soaked it all up like rays of sunshine.
Maybe the socially inept artist would be able to find happiness after all? I knew I’d never have anyone understand me, even if it was just sexually, if they weren’t my mate. But how would Kale react to not only the news I was a shifter but my awkwardness?
“Stay with me, Ham,” Kale grunted as he thrust his hips faster. “Were you thinking of someone else?”
“No, never,” I said firmly as I stared in his eyes. “I was wondering how you seemed to know what I need from you before I even knew. How does your body knows what mine wants?”
“It’s fate,” he groaned and kissed me again. Yes! At least he believed in fate. That had to be a good sign.
I let go of my fears then and gave into the pleasure he was bringing me. When I did, it didn’t take long for me to come. My cock was rubbing against his toned, ribbed abs, and it was the sweetest torture.
“Kale!” I gasped and then bit my lip so hard it bled as I fell over the edge into my climax. My whole body shook with the force of it as I filled the space between us with my cum. His eyes went wide when my ass muscles clamped down, and Kale buried his face in my neck, moaning in pleasure. I was still riding my orgasm when he released his inside of me, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck, Ham,” he panted when we were both learning how to reuse our bodies.
“I’m pretty sure we just did and did it well,” I said with a smirk, trying to not laugh.

Excerpts: Spells and Bananas

2011-08-01T10:48:00.000-07:00

For those who've been waiting for the excerpts!!!

EXCERPT:
“And just in case you think to try and break this spell,” Elder Burke said, “we have added a special clause. Anyone that attempts to negate the covenants of this spell will instantly be cursed as befitting their race. Vampires will no longer be able to drink blood. Shifters will no longer be able to shift. Magic users will have no magic, and so on. I’m sure you get my point.”
The two Elders went to stand back with their fellow Elders and turned back to face the crowd. “Now, children, good luck. We expect to see each of you in twenty-four hours. May your hunt be successful.”
I stood there for a split second in shock before the room detonated like an atom bomb. Then I did the only thing an intelligent person does when given a spiked drink…I stuck my finger down my throat and tried to vomit it back up. As I was ungraciously gagging, some chick groped my dick.
“Mmm, nice package. I’ll take you.” She purred and used her other hand to grab my shoulder. “I’ve always wanted monkey sex with a real monkey.”
“Fuck off, cunt,” I snarled, turning only my head to face her. And then she bitch slapped me. I shook it off and narrowed my eyes. “I don’t have a problem hitting women.”
“You shouldn’t mess with me, monkey,” she sneered. “I have powers beyond your comprehension.”
“But not as many as I have, Meghan,” a deep voice said, sending shivers down my spine.
“Amery,” she gasped. “Have you called this one? I did not know.”
“No, but you will unhand him immediately,” he answered. In a flash her hands were gone. “I suggest you go ask someone else if they’d like to be your mate. You know full well our laws prevent forced mating.”
While they were talking, I went back to trying to toss my cookies. The next thing I knew, she was gone and a large hand was gently stroking my back. What had she said his name was again? I swear when she smacked me she rattled my brain around.
“The spell will prevent you from banishing it from your body, little one.”
“It was worth a shot.” I sighed and turned around to face him. My body did a full shudder of lust at the gorgeous sight before me. “Any chance you wanted to claim me then? I mean, we have to mate, and you’re hot, and you’re sweet enough to have just saved me, and I am a monkey, so the sex with my kind is really hot and—”
“You’re adorable when you ramble.” He chuckled and cupped my cheek. “Would you really want me?”
I eyed over the reason for my hard-on like a thirsty man. He had black hair and caramel-brown eyes like I did, but his hair was just a tad longer than my short cut. But we definitely weren’t built the same. I was five-five and lithe while he was probably six-five and so ripped his muscles had muscles. Though not in that obnoxious way that just screamed steroids.
“Yes please,” I whimpered and dug my fingers into the wall behind me to keep from reaching out to him. “You’re not a monkey, right? We have to cross mate.”
“I’m a witch, and I would be honored to mate you,” he said, his voice going an octave lower as his eyes filled with the same need I was feeling. “What’s your name? I need to know what I’ll be shouting during our hot monkey sex.”
“Kirby,” I moaned, giving in and reaching for him. “Kirby Saxon, but you can call me yours.”
“I intend to,” he purred in my ear as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around me. “All I need to know is that if we mate, there will never be another for you. I don’t believe in open matings.”
“I’d never cheat on my mate.” Cheating on your mate was a death sentence if caught amongst monkeys, but he was talking about it as if he was expecting me to step out on him.
“Good. Some witches believe that mating doesn’t mean you stop having sex with other people, but that’s not what I think.”
Light bulb!
“I’m so glad,” I whispered into his massive chest. Then I let out a sigh. I’d never felt so safe and wanted as I did right in that moment from a simple hug from…I still didn’t remember his name. “What’s your name?”
“My apologies, Kirby.” He chuckled. “It seems I’m only thinking with my dick right now. I’m Amery Goddard.”
I leaned back in the embrace, so I could get a good look at him again and then nodded. “It suits you. I like it.”
“I’m so glad,” Amery said with a smirk, tossing my early words at me playfully.
We both turned when the door the Elders had left through opened again and they re-emerged.
“Do we need more time to talk, or should we be first in line and get the hell out of here?”
“We’re going to have to work some things out, Kirby,” he answered slowly as his eyes searched my face. “I mean, this is forever once we do this. We don’t know anything about each other or—”
“I’ve never been so drawn, felt so safe, or gotten an insta-hard-on from someone else before,” I said firmly, interrupting him. “I trust my gut, and while I’d love to take the time before officially mating to get to know everything about you, we only have twenty-four hours.”
“You’re right,” he sighed as he nodded. “I’m just scared. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, it’s a huge step to take in the matter of a few moments. I get it. But it feels right, too. Or is that just me?”

ADULT EXCERPT:
Amery wrapped his legs around my hips when I bottomed out inside of him. It was the most heavenly, magical feeling I’d ever had…and not just because he was a witch. It was Amery. This was right, and I knew no matter how we got there, we were meant to be mates.
“You feel it, too?” he whispered, almost as if he didn’t want to break the trance we were in. I nodded as I leaned forward, folding him in half so I could move my hands under his shoulders.
“It’s like coming home to a place I never knew I was missing,” I said softly as I stared into his sparkling caramel eyes.
“Yes. As if my whole life was leading up to me finding you to start really living.”
“But that’s crazy, right?” I asked, more to myself than him, but when I saw Amery’s face fall with disappointment, I wished I could kick my own ass right then. “I feel it, too, Amery. Don’t doubt that, okay?”
“Okay,” he said with a nod, though his eyes didn’t revert to their previous bliss, and I wanted to change that.
“I only meant that I’d never heard that mating could be like this in a world where there are not fated mates like you read in books.” I started moving my hips slowly because if I didn’t, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Amery was perfect, his body and the way he felt better than any dream I could ever have had. The temptation to take him was just too much to resist.
Not that he was complaining of course, but I probably should have waited until we were done talking. He just seemed so sad, and it might have been a cheap shot to take him when he was obviously distracted. I just wanted us to focus on us, nothing else.
“I thought you were saying that I’m crazy,” he admitted and turned his head away from me.
“Wait—what? No! Amery, no!” I stuttered and gasped. “Don’t ever think that! I just meant the intense feelings we’re having after the mating seals seem a little nutty to me. But if you’re crazy, I’m right there with you, babe.”
I almost fell on top of him ungracefully as I moved both hands at once to turn his face back to me. I was able to right myself at the last moment with my left hand while my right hand grabbed his chin. Growling when he fought me, I turned his face to me none too gently.
“No games and no hiding, remember?” I snarled as I moved so our noses were touching. Then I switched tactics when I saw him practically crawl into himself as his face seemed to shut down on me when his eyes lost focus and expression went blank. I kissed the tip of his nose and then each of his eyes. “Why do I think this is more than just you thinking I called you crazy, my mate?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly as if the light bulb went off over his head, and he just put the pieces together. “I’ll tell you everything but later, if that’s okay?”
His smile was so hesitant, almost frightened, that I knew I wasn’t going to like this. But I pushed my feeling to the side. Amery needed me, needed to be loved more than anything if his actions since we’d met were any indication. And I was just the man for the job.
“Nothing else right now but us,” I whispered against his lips and thrust into him hard. “Us and mating sex. Everything else waits at the door and takes a number for when we’re done.”
“Right. Right, sounds good,” Amery moaned as he lifted his hips to meet me. “Just us, only our mating.”
“Your compliance is appreciated.” I winked at him and quickly kissed him when I saw he was going to start laughing as the corners of his mouth crinkled. And then we got to the hot monkey sex.
I intertwined our fingers and moved them over his head as I snapped my hips faster.
“Oh gods, yes, like that,” Amery exclaimed as he went wild beneath me. “Do you bite me?”
“No,” I grunted, not slowing down our rhythm. “I’ll shift and throw feces on you.”
“What!” he gasped as he tried to get out from underneath me.
“Kidding!” I laughed and then changed angles to nail his sweet spot. “I’ll shift, my monkey will sniff your neck, and then I will beat my chest in approval. That’s it.”
“Smart-ass,” he mumbled as he raised his head and then took my lips in a toe-curling kiss.
When we both needed air, we broke apart and simply stared at each other. I made sure my flat stomach was grinding against his leaking cock as I fucked him with everything I had.
“Perfect and no condom,” he moaned. What was with him and the lack of condom? Before I could process what he’d said, Amery started whispering in a language I didn’t recognize. All I could tell was it was very old. Then he switched back to English. “Do you accept me as yours, Kirby Saxon?”
“I do, Amery Goddard,” I said softly. Suddenly I needed to come right then or I thought my heart would stop. With energy I didn’t know I had, I pounded into my mate. I just needed to hang on until…Amery cried out as he filled the space between us with his release. Now that he found his climax, I let go to have my own. “Amery!”
My orgasm hit me like a two-by-four upside the head. I screamed as I shot deep inside of him with one more thrust. Our bodies shook with the force of our releases. It seemed like hours that we came even though rationally I knew it was minutes, but his gaze never left mine.

Website Under Construction

2011-07-20T10:01:00.001-07:00

It is... though I don't have it up there, know Andi and I are working on it. In theory it will soon be more user friendly with lots of fun stuff including character charts to see who's mated to who and keep up with all the different families and characters in each series.

So just wanted to give everyone the heads up to look out for changes and lots of fun to come!! Okay, back to the secret project!! Hee hee

THANK YOU!!

2011-07-13T19:26:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who left posts and their thoughts, I got dozens of emails on the side as well and it truly made me smile. I tried to reply but my own stupid blog locked me out.... rat bastard. But I wanted to let everyone know I don't let things fester... I just had to get out my pent up feelings and then I was done.

I talked with Andi and I wanted to do something special for everyone who took the time to make me smile... hee hee. If you email her at joyee_intern@yahoo.com and give her address we'll get a mailing together and send out something that will hopefully make you all smile!!

Now back to the super secret project... I swear I'll announce it soon. But just know I'm pushing some limits, trying some new things, and having WAY too much fun with it!!

Monkey See Monkey Comment

2011-07-01T06:58:00.000-07:00

I’ve been published a little over a year now and 30 something books later I’ve taken some time to reflect on how things are going and the criticism of my writing. And when I stopped focusing on the individual comments I noticed something that I wasn’t sure made me want to laugh or cringe.

There’s a pattern, or a cycle.

My first few books all the negative comments were that I was a hack. I was copying everyone under the sun and couldn’t come up with my own ideas if they bit me in the ass.

The next few were all about the crying. My characters were pussies, needed to wear skirts, weren’t real men, and on and on.

Then it was the sex. The scenes were the same as everyone else’s, there weren’t enough, or there were too many. Or they weren’t realistic. (And people wonder why authors don’t listen to too many comments and reviews from strangers when no one can have the same type of criticism.) But they were all about the sex in the books.

Next it was the pet names. I used baby too often or babe (which I rarely use) or honey, or whatever pet name, which is actually a theme and personal joke of mine in Purrfect Mates in response to that and how no matter what I do some people just love to hate it. Why they keep reading my stuff when they seem to despise it I have no idea… what’s the definition of insanity again?

After that it was the Irish accents. God help me if I hear one more time I couldn’t write a brogue or knew anyone Irish I was ready to scream. Never mind that I’m last name is FLYNN and I can speak in a perfect brogue... but speaking and writing it are two very different things. There are different ways to do everything in life, including writing. I went with phonetically doing it instead of other options because I thought that would be best.

Then it was the mountains of editor, spelling, and grammar errors. That one kinda got me so I started asking people for examples of mistakes. Am I saying my books are flawless, hell no. Every book has boo-boo’s but the replies I got to my inquiries… 90% of them were NOT mistakes. Kinda instead of kind of is not a mistake, it’s the way I talk and slang just like ain’t versus isn’t. Mother fucker can be two words or one, but when I say it out loud it sounds like two to me. You can hiss when it’s not just an “S” sound because hissing is also defined as an angry or emotional whisper.

Next few books was about me mostly writing in 1st person and how people missed so much of the book and characters because 1st person doesn’t go deep enough into the personal aspect of the story. That one confused the this out of me because to me nothing goes more in depth than 1st person, but I’ll get back to that one because that’s currently going on as well and I figured something out.

Now it’s the Midnight Matings series in general. And that one I want to address because it truly saddened me. I’ve gotten emails, reviews, comments, rude ass posts accusing my idea for the world the books are set in from being unbelievable to immoral forced matings to flat out rape. Unbelievable in fiction is part of fiction so I just sighed that some people were so quick to judge and jump on the criticism band wagon they seemed to miss the moral of the story. I tend to throw in a little political, stereotype breaking, or other ideas into my books as the underlying comments of the world around me.

The characters are forced to find a mate to join communities, packs, and species. I did get several people who got the parallelism… arranged marriages, which is very believable and happens all the time around the world. Yes, the Elders are like the parents who see a bigger picture and do what they think is right without considering the people involved. The books are from the mates perspectives and how hard it is to make their lives work when others step in where they’re not wanted. HOWEVER they are forced to find a mate amongst hundreds of hundreds of people at one very large conference. That is different and less “ouch” in my mind than a straight arranged marriage. And while the original idea was mine I do feel that bringing in Stormy Glenn and Gabrielle Evans helped mold the world to where we had lots and lots of fun bashing, beating, and flat out making the Elders the bad guys for having their heads up their asses at the idea they came up with. And rape? I have so many comments on that one but all of them would have my email full of responses because I yelled and opened my mouth. I do think if some people would stop being so quick to tear everything down and picking on every little aspect they’d “get” it and understand the moral to the story.

That being said, reading some of these comments finally had the light bulb going off over my head on the 1st person thing. It’s not 1st person that people keep complaining about… it’s that I don’t rotate it. I’m sitting here for months completely not getting why I get these emails saying that I don’t delve into the characters in my stories and only skim the surface when I write in first person instead of 3rd. It’s tense I write in, they’re actually wanting for me to go back to switching between characters. I have started it on a trial basis with the Hiding Hounds series just to see how it went over. One is 3rd person for one character & 1st person for the other. The second book is rotating first person which I had other authors and people warn me not to do because it was too confusing. Though I have to say I didn’t get one comment, email, or post as to that. But it’s also not something that’s done very often until recently when a few authors tried it after I did.

However… I find it takes away from the story when I jump back and forth from perspectives at times instead of really delving into what one character is thinking and dealing with. I had a long, long talk with my good friend Gabrielle Evans last night and decided to try something new with her encouragement. I asked her, “can’t I just write one half in one guy’s perspective and the last half in the other one’s.” And like my wonderful friend, she laughed at me and said, “you’re the damn author do what you want you goof.” Or something along those lines. I do call her wen I need a kick in the ass. So it works for us.

So, my fourth Midnight Matings book, Fur and Flightless will be half and half. And for the first time I’m listening to the random comments of strangers and willing to try something knew that hopefully will work for me as the author and keep my groove when I get all into my character telling the story and will give readers that both sides of the coin they’ve wanted… now that I get what people were saying. That being said, I’m honestly and truly hoping people share their opinions on what they thought after it comes out. POLIETLY. Rude people get no consideration in my world because my mommy taught me manners. But I do want honest.

That’s what’s in my crazy brain. I’ve been a bad blogger so I thought I’d share. Now I’m off to go finish my newest book and maybe find my bed at some point today. ~Joyee

Man Candy Monday

2011-06-13T10:58:00.000-07:00

Happy Release Day to MEEE!!

Higher Rank Excerpts!! Sons of Thanatus

2011-06-07T12:36:00.000-07:00

Higher Rank
Sons of Thanatus #2

Available June 13th with Siren Publishing!!
http://www.bookstrand.com/higher-rank

Blurb:
Finn has been fighting his feelings for his trainer Raven since arriving at the Sons of Thanatus compound. Raven is attractive, strong, and completely unattainable. On the night of their friends Josh and Madden’s wedding, Raven finally gives Finn a clear sign that he, too, is interested. The night is heavenly until Finn realizes Raven’s feelings for him are only casual.
Left feeling used, Finn tries to ignore his still growing attraction to Raven. The men must work together on a mission to recruit a member of Finn’s old unit, and sharing his body with a man who wants only a bed buddy is breaking his heart.
When Raven’s cold treatment of him hits a new low, Finn is crushed, and he decides he and Raven need a clean—and final—break. Will Raven let him go, or will his facade finally crumble in the face of Finn’s departure?

STORY EXCERPT

“Finn, dance with me, big guy,” Josh said as he took my hand. I looked at Madden with wide eyes, and the jerk just laughed, giving me a nod that it was fine with him. So much for hoping it wasn’t polite to take the groom from the groom at a wedding.
As we started moving, I realized what the little sneak had been doing. “Thanks, Shortie.”
“I don’t know what you’re speaking of,” he replied as he batted those long eyelashes at me playfully. Then he stopped as if realizing what I’d called him. Sure enough, he smacked me in the chest. “And I’m not short!”
“Vertically challenged?”
“Oh, blow me!”
“Um, no, you have a hubby for that now,” I teased, feeling much better that we weren’t in the group. Plus, Josh was a wicked dancer, and I couldn’t remember I’d actually been the one dancing instead of just watching. But since I worked at a gay leather-and-chains bar until Madden and Josh found me six weeks ago, it made sense I didn’t get to have the fun. I worked security. Not who people rush to try and dance with at most clubs.
I started to really let loose when I saw Madden and the man of my dreams leaning in to each other, whispering. And then I stumbled when Raven shoved Madden, ready to jump in. But then I realized they were just playing around.
“He’ll pull his head out of his ass eventually,” Josh said gently as he grabbed my arm to make my stumble seem as if he’d been in my way.
I probably should have acknowledged his comment or played dumb and asked who he meant. But it was Josh’s wedding reception. It wasn’t the time for my aching heart. “So most everyone got you guys some fun toys. Word leaked out into your kinky-ass activities.”
“Really?” he exclaimed. “Sweet!”
“Yup,” I answered, glancing over at the man I’d love to get kinky with. As if Raven knew my thoughts, he chose that moment to look at me and lick his lips. Fuck! I was a goner. One glance from him and I was ready to cream in my cargos. And then I realized he was coming over here. “What do I do?”
“Play it cool,” Josh answered as he took my hand and had me spinning him. Just as he finished, Raven tapped Josh on the shoulder.
“Mind if I cut in? Your husband needs a little TLC,” Raven said calmly as he looked at me with heat in his eyes.
“Of course,” he replied, giving me a quick wink. “Maybe we’ll play with some of our presents.”
“Just pace yourself, Shortie.” I chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“No promises!” he yelled before racing over to Madden and leaping into his arms. I smiled. They deserved to be happy.
“Do you have a thing for Josh?” Raven growled as he stepped closer. “I heard you kissed him.”
“Josh isn’t my type,” I answered firmly, taking the leap and making sure he knew exactly what I was implying. “I did it to help Madden pull his head out of his ass. Josh is just my buddy. He’s sweet and makes sure I’m okay, always like a good friend.”
“Why wouldn’t you be okay?” He raised an eyebrow as if confused… not concerned. If he had sounded concerned, I might have answered, but he wasn’t, so I wouldn’t. Instead, I shrugged and stepped away from him, about to leave. The party was over for me. Raven reached out lightning-quick and grabbed my wrist. “I thought we were dancing?”
“I thought you came over here to tell me to stay away from Josh,” I answered as I gave in and stepped closer to his firm body. As confused as I was to his sudden notice of me outside of a professional capacity, I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to touch him. Raven was stunning, six-two, nicely built, and well-toned. But since I was six-eight, his head reached my shoulder.
“I thought we should talk about our trip,” he said as he moved one of his thighs in between mine. “We were supposed to leave at the beginning of next week, but the Patriarch likes the idea of looking into those tracking chips when we’re out on assignment. So if you think you can swing it with your contacts, we’re leaving in a few days.”
“You don’t have to dance with me to talk business,” I replied as what he was saying sunk in. I started to push away as he slid one hand up my chest and around my neck while moving the other to my hip.
“I’m not here for that,” he said huskily when my hard cock brushed his stomach. “Yes, we need to talk some business, about your contacts and your Marine friends in Iraq we’re going to see, but that’s not why I came over to you and asked to dance.”
He had really asked Josh if he could cut in, not asked me if I wanted to dance. But he was in my arms where I wanted him, so why split hairs? I moved my hands slowly from his arms, down his ribs, past his stomach to his lower back, my fingers grazing the top of his firm ass.
“How does a man with blond hair get the name Raven?” I replied, leaning in much closer than I needed to so he could hear me over the music. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he licked his lips.
“I was born with a full head of black hair, so my mother thought it was fitting. A few months later, it turned blond, so the joke was on me.”
“I like you as a blond,” I purred as I reached up with one hand to run my fingers through it.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Yeah, let’s go fuck in your room,” he groaned.
Well, that was easy! I stood there shocked for a moment before I realized he was tugging on my arm. I let him lead me out of the ballroom, catching Josh’s wink and gesture to call him with details. Dork.
I hurried and unlocked my door when we got to my room, standing aside for Raven to go first. Once inside and the door locked behind us, I watched in awe as Raven quickly stripped.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are we going to fuck?” he asked as he stopped getting naked and eyed me over with his hands on his hips, looking annoyed. I snapped out of my stunned stupor and yanked off my shirt. “Better. Hurry up and get on the bed on your hands and knees. Are your supplies in the nightstand?”
“Um, yeah,” I answered, shocked at how fast he was going. By the time he retrieved my well-used, small bottle of lube, I was naked and crawling onto the bed.
“Been getting a lot of action since you got here?” Raven asked as he tossed the lube by my knee. I couldn’t see his face, but his tone didn’t sound like he approved of the idea.
“No.” I laughed at the idea of me being a slut. “You’re the first person since I’ve been here. Actually, you’re the first person besides me to touch that bottle. I like to play with my ass when I jerk off.”
“Good to know.” I heard him taking off his belt and then his slacks as I started to shake with anticipation. He knelt on the bed when he was naked, and I glanced over my shoulder so I could at least get a glimpse of him naked. “Spread your legs.”
I did as he asked, shivering when I saw him pick back up the bottle and slick up his fingers and then his cock. Moaning as his fingers rubbed my hole, I leaned forward on my arms. I knew I looked like a wanton slut presenting my ass to him like that. But I didn’t care. I wanted Raven from the moment I saw him.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” He grunted as he pushed in a finger. “I love a nice firm ass begging to be fucked.”
I didn’t answer since it seemed to be a rhetorical question. Instead, I simply felt the rush of sensation he was stirring in my body. While I’d told him the truth that I hadn’t been with anyone since I came to Miami with them, I left out the detail that it had been much longer for me than that. It took me a moment to think of the last time I’d had sex. When I realized it had been over a year, I didn’t feel so bad for hopping right into bed with him.
“Look how pretty your hole is.” He purred as he pushed in a second finger. “It’s almost begging me to take it.”
“Okay,” I groaned, not sure what else to say. Hell, if he was happy, that meant I was about to be very happy. I wasn’t sure why he was giving me a commentary, but to each his own.
He quickly stretched me out, rushing a little as he slid in a third, then fourth finger. I was so on the edge of losing control, I didn’t mind some rough play. The next thing I knew he was pulling his fingers back out, which got a whimper from me.
“Gonna fuck you now, don’t worry,” he said as he pushed his cock against my hole. Before I could say anything, he thrust hard into me, bottoming out in one shot. “Oh yeah, your ass is as good as I thought it would be. Bet you’re loving a hard cock shoved in you.”
Again, I wasn’t sure what to say, so I decided to just enjoy finally being with him. He started hard and fast, no preamble or foreplay. I found that odd but then decided he was probably too excited for us to be together to have worried about the niceties. Next time I’m sure there would be some tenderness.
“This ass was made for fucking,” Raven grunted as he slammed back into me. “How many men have enjoyed this ass? I bet lots, with an ass this great.”
Not really, but okay then. Maybe he just got off on talking dirty? I pushed back so I met him thrust for thrust. Raven had a huge slab of meat, because I’d never felt this full during sex before. I loved it. We didn’t say anything for a while, listening to the erotic song of our bodies. He was fucking me within an inch of my life, setting a punishing pace that barely left me enough time to gasp for air before he slammed back into me.
“Can’t hold out any longer,” Raven moaned as he grabbed my cock roughly. “Come now.”
“Almost,” I gasped as I moved my hips faster, fucking his hand.
“I said now,” he growled.
I don’t know if it was the demand for me to find my release or the growl that set me off, but set me off it did. I hollered as I shot my load, lights flashing behind my eyes at the intensity.
“Yeah, this ass was meant to be fucked good,” Raven groaned before going stiff. Then his cock exploded in my ass. I gasped at the sensations of feeling a partner’s seed for the first time. I hadn’t known before this that I was immortal and couldn’t catch diseases, so I’d always made my partner wear condoms. As soon as we were both spent, I collapsed on the bed, and Raven pulled right out of me. “You liked that, baby?”
“Of course,” I panted as I tried to get more air in my lungs.

Start from the beginning with...

Find Book 1 at the following link:
http://www.bookstrand.com/my-maven-my-everything

Man Candy Monday

2011-06-06T07:05:00.000-07:00

Happy Monday!

Man Candy Monday

2011-05-30T08:50:00.000-07:00

Happy Memorial Day!!!

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2011-05-23T10:25:00.000-07:00

Happy Monday!!

Man Candy Monday

2011-05-09T13:08:00.000-07:00

Happy viewing!

Man Candy Monday

2011-05-02T10:11:00.001-07:00

Happy Monday!!!

Man Candy Monday

2011-04-25T10:36:00.001-07:00

Now that I'm drooling... back to work!!

Man Candy Monday

2011-04-18T07:39:00.000-07:00

Have a great Monday!!

Update Thurs April 14th

2011-04-14T12:33:00.000-07:00

Rocked it out yesterday, got 10, 219 words done on the new Sons of Thanatus & YES it's Finn & Raven's story. Sat up until 1am naming all of Finn's Marine buddies they're going to go get from Iraq and get into the order. Trying to get that all straight in my head & crank out at least another 7k words today before Vampire Diaries so I can relax and just pack during my shows before working on the cover requests I should have already have done. Whoops! The new Midnight Matings series website is up www.midnightmatings.com and there's more to come with that. So lots to do that will keep me out of trouble (yeah right)!

Update Weds April 13th

2011-04-13T11:29:00.000-07:00

Now that we've officially announced the Midnight Matings series I can say that I finished my second book for that series Monday & submitted it without calling it a secret project. So secret project #1 gone, and secret project #2 moves to #1 I guess, LMAO. But that's not being announced for months. Started Higher Rank: Sons of Thanatus #2 today and already 6k into it! So it's flowing today! Good thing because I'm behind on my writing goals. Bad Joyee! Maybe someone will send me to my room. Who knows, maybe I can make s huge dent in my back work & crank out like 14k today!

Man Candy Monday

2011-04-11T09:41:00.000-07:00

I decided to start with full out shockingly nummy for the first one this week. I sooo just want to trace every tat with my tongue *gasps* did I say that outloud? ENJOY!!

Update Tues Apr 5th

2011-04-05T10:03:00.000-07:00

Vet Found: Hiding Hounds #2 is done & submitted! Today is some edits, some cover request sheets, a few blurbs.... not my favorite things, lol. But I will also be starting the next book in Secret Project #1... as soon as I figure out their names!

Man Candy Monday

2011-04-04T06:59:00.000-07:00

For everyone who, like me, woke up thinking, "Cowboy take me away!"

Update Sat April 2nd

2011-04-02T18:19:00.000-07:00

HAPPY APRIL!! I always love the first few days of a month. It's always full of potential and excitement as to what the month with bring!! I'm working on my 7k a day writing goal while starting to pack for the move at the end of May/June. I figure a little here, and a little there and it won't be so bad. Or at least that's the current plan. So I should be done with Vet Found by Monday & get it submitted since I'm on the last 11k words. (Sundays are reserved for Super Secret Project #2). But the weather's been great today, nice spring breeze, and while I got a late start to the day because I got a bagel sandwich in town that didn't go over with me will since there was like HALF a raw onion on there that I took a huge bite into before realizing it, lol. But now I'm rocking and rollin while pup's trying to find trouble.

Update Thurs Mar 31st

2011-03-31T10:00:00.000-07:00

I'm all done with March goals & books that needed to be finished as of Tuesday. Yesterday I started on April's books & had a 12 hr race with Stormy Glenn to see who could write the most words. I could kick my own ass for saying "Oh, let's go 12 hrs." It sounded great in theory, it really did. THAT'S A LONG TIME TO WRITE!! Even though I won & we had tons of fun with everyone in our groups & on FB... that so won't be happening again, lol. My hands were like claws this morning and I'm now almost finally able to straighten out my fingers, lol. But getting 14028 words done yesterday was a HUGE jump for my April goals of 7k a day. Gotta build a stock pile of books, instead of this last minute scrambling for deadlines. Especially with Ma coming out for a week in May & hopefully moving out of this shit hole, should be condemned house, lol. Started the next Hiding Hounds, Vet Found, yesterday after submitting Secret Project #1. So that's on the docket to be finished in April, along with Secret Project #2, Lust & Wrath is on there too... and maybe Damian's story? I'm not really sure, I'm going back & forth between Damian & Sons of Thanatus #2. So which ever one I don't do in April will be written in May. I'm also working on Secret Project #2 on Sundays since that's my "relax" day & there's no pressure for that project, lol.

Man Candy Monday

2011-03-27T23:20:00.000-07:00

This week's yumminess is sponsored by the wonderful & talented Stormy Glenn!! She is also having a give away for one lucky winner who leaves a comment Monday 3/28 for her new book Love Sexy which comes out Tuesday!!

Logan Stone lives a lonely existence as the beta of his wolf clan. It's his job to protect his people and follow out the orders of his alpha. That doesn't leave much time to find a mate or fill the empty hole in his heart. When he spots a set of sexy eyes staring at him during the moon festival, Logan knows he has met his mate. Finding Love Star is not as easy as keeping him.

Love may be fascinated by all things wolf but when Logan goes feral during their mating, Love runs for his life. Logan has to call for help to find Love, only discover his mate is hiding right under his nose at the Stone Clan compound. Instead of convincing Love of the merits of being mated to a wolf, Logan has to depend on Love to protect himself even as he tries to shield the man from the dangerous world he has just entered.

If they survive the interference of well meaning friends and a coyote shifter bent on killing Love, they just might have a chance of finding out what fate has planned for them.

Update Weds Mar 23th

2011-03-23T13:35:00.000-07:00

I know, I've not been on here besides MCM. I suck, what can I say... Got swept up in the new website for days & then a new project that's top secret... while juggling everything else, getting stuff done for RT & another convention in June, plus the NOLA trip. I'm a busy little girl who's assistant needs and assistant, LMAO

So, pushing to get 12k done today to finish the next Dragon book, having fun posting updates on FB everytime I break & stretch, let pup out, get food, you get the idea. Plust I've got stuff to get ready for tomorrow's mail, and a BUNCH of signing to do now that I got my sliver sharpies since I ordered promo stuff in black. (Hey, it was pretty, wasn't thinking I didn't have pens that wouldn't show up on it!)

TTFN & I'll post tomorrow

Marius Brothers Trailer

2011-03-20T20:50:00.000-07:00

Man Candy Monday

2011-03-20T19:01:00.000-07:00

This week's flesh fest is brought to you by: Drea Becraft!!! And she's doing a give away! Anyone who leaves a comment will be randomly selected for a free copy of her book at the end of the week.

Blurb:Vengeance is only a mouse click away, but what happens when you fall for the one you're supposed to hate? Diane Miles lets very few people into her life, and the ones she calls family she never lets go of. But what if is she to do when her best friend is dying and her whole world as she knows it is about to be torn apart.
Chase Griffin is in shock when a woman accuses him of treating one of his employees wrongfully. When she takes over his system making it impossible to work, he doesn't know whether to strangle her or spank her till she begs for mercy. When he discovers who his local vigilante is, strangling is the last thing on his mind as she becomes his rock during the last days of his sisters life.

Man Candy Monday

2011-03-14T09:40:00.001-07:00

Update Thurs Mar 10th

2011-03-10T08:20:00.000-08:00

Finished Purrfect Mates #4 last night!! I also got a few hours of work done on the new website, and got caught up with the Names Game contest... sent out winner certificates & got it off my list.

Today it's on to Norther American Dragon #3... had some inspiration last night so gonna roll with it. See where that leads. Feeling a little better today, not best, but better and pup is dying to run free outside since it's a balmy 40 degrees out. It should be interesting to say the least!!

Update Tues Mar 8th

2011-03-08T08:56:00.000-08:00

Sooooo it turns out I'm sick. (For anyone who just thought mentally, smack yourself upside the head since you're too far for me to reach). I've got Mono & Strep....... and before anyone asks since people of FB were messaging me on the side. 1-No, I won't tell you what meds I'm on. 2-if you don't know what those are and you want to, don't ask me, I'm an author, not a doctor. Andddddddd as you cans see, being sick also makes me cranky.

I've not gotten any writing done since Friday, changing that today. Today is all about the writing and finishing any of the logistical stuff I didn't finish yesterday. I took the weekend off & just read, hee hee.

Oh, and the new website is coming... I put in a good hour on it yesterday. So my goal is to have it up before April... shit, I gotta get my taxes done too. Never ending friggin list

Man Candy Monday

2011-03-07T09:12:00.000-08:00

Marius Brothers Trailer

2011-03-02T15:12:00.001-08:00

It just fucking rocks... there's no other words for it! I LOVE my new trailer!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JHORAI8ykA

Update Wed Mar 2nd

2011-03-02T10:01:00.000-08:00

It's 11am here & I'm just getting the chance to update/plot out my day.... yeah, been THAT crazy already. My microwave broke yesterday & after one day without one, I was like fuck this shit, LMAO. So right away pup & I headed out to Walmart this morning and chose one from the 5 options. (Beggers can't be choosers) & I picked up a Bissell carpet cleaner since I killed my little Green Machine baby carpet cleaner. Guess what? It was cheaper to get my own carpet cleaner than having someone come in to do it.... so add cleaning the carpets to my never ending list & setting up a new microwave.

I did pick up a Venti latte because I'm going to need it for everything on the docket today.

-I got 6417 words done on Purrfect Mates #4, which I've named, but I'm not sure how I'm feeling about my chosen title. I'm supposed to be getting at least 8k words done a day... so yeah, I suck, but then again I was supposed to be on bedrest yesterday & today, so something is better than nothing.
-Still have those edits.... *sigh*
-Gotta talk to the designer of the new Marius Brothers trailer, woman is a genius...

But since I've been up a little over 2 hours, already got errands done. Talked to Gram on the phone since I'm WAY behind on catching up with people with the craziness last month. God I miss that woman, she always makes me laugh. I got my post-its (I ordered the wrong size, D'oh), my USB drives, & my new notebooks from Amazon.
I've already backed up & pulled stuff off my laptop for those drives & labeled them. (Yeah me)
-Still have to label & transfer my story notes into the new notebooks. 10 series CANNOT fit in one notebook without massive amounts of chaos. So each series now gets 1/2 of one of the pretty notebooks. (They really are pretty too, hee hee).

So, the list:
-8k words for Purrfect Mates #4
-My Maven, My Everything edits
-Trailer notes to designer
-Start transferring notes into new/organized notebooks
-Put together carpet cleaner & start in the living room
-All the other shit we all do in a day, lol

More ramblings tomorrow.....

Game Plan/Updates - Tues Mar 1st

2011-03-01T09:25:00.000-08:00

I'm working on how I'm going to structure these, still working out the bugs of my current plan. Sorry if they end up sounding like a to do list!!

So while vet ordered bed rest for Marius & I since we're both sick... However, it's the 1st of the month, which is one of my favorite days. I'll nap later, but there's too much to do!! On the Agenda today:

-Starting Purrfect Mates #4 - which is Shamael & Curtis' story w/a new character addition.
-1st round edits of My Maven, My Everything
-Hanging & putting stuff on the new wall calendar to keep my better organized
-Working on getting some of the boxes & crap out of the office & living room (Yes, I still have boxes & wrapping materials in there from X-Mas presents)
-Throw in a shower & a nap, and it should keep me pretty busy & out of trouble.

On to the destop in the office to write... the internet in there sucks since the computer is over 7 years old, so that should help me not get distracted!!!

Man Candy Monday

2011-02-27T19:28:00.001-08:00

Man Candy Monday

2011-02-20T19:18:00.001-08:00

Man Candy Monday

2011-02-13T19:09:00.001-08:00

Happy Valentines Day!!!

New Release: Sheriff Found

2011-02-01T09:41:00.000-08:00

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, bondage, sex toys]

Mates are the stuff of legends. But Toby Walker doesn't think things can get much harder than they are. Sent out into the human world by his pack to find help, Toby is shocked to find that the legends might be true when he spots his mate. His only problem is that the sheriff thinks he's just a cute little beagle pup, and he's sick with the mysterious disease that is killing his pack.

Sheriff Randall Markins is shocked when a beagle pup pees on his leg. He's even more astounded when he discovers that the pup is a gorgeous man that says they've mated. Randall has already been through so much in his life, and to discover that Toby has mated them without his permission might be more than he can handle. Can Toby convince Randall otherwise, or is he doomed to live without his mate? And what about his dying pack?

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

“Sorry, it’s the rules, little guy,” he said gently as he lifted the dog into his arms. “Your owners will come down and find you.”

“Owners, my ass,” Randall swore he heard someone say. Looking around, he saw the parking lot was empty besides him and the beagle he was holding. Obviously, the dog hadn’t talked. Randall chuckled at the idea. His sex life was bad, but not bad enough to push him into crazy world yet. Glancing down at the pup in his arms, he got licked by a soft, wet tongue.

“You really are the cutest pup I’ve ever seen,” Randall whispered as he scratched the dog behind the ears. He walked through the front door, and the lady at the front desk, who was talking on the phone, waved him through when he showed her his prize. The pup started whining and trying to get away when they went in the back. “It’s okay, little guy, we’re just going to see the doc.”

Randall gasped when the little head and floppy ears managed to wiggle into his shirt between the buttons. The pup started licking and rubbing against his sparse chest hair at the top of his wifebeater.

“Oh, you’re so going to keep him.” Dr. Cameron Dalton chuckled as he walked up toward them.

“No way, we met by him peeing on my leg.” Randall snickered as he pulled the beagle back out of his shirt. “He doesn’t have any tags. Can you see if he’s got one of those digital ones embedded in him?”

“Of course, Sheriff,” Cameron replied as he went to take the pup. They both jumped when the dog gave a loud growl. “Whoa, why didn’t you leash him and cage him?”

“He’s been the sweetest pup I’ve ever seen until now,” Randall said, shocked at the dog’s reaction. Pulling him back, he held the dog tightly until he calmed down. “The doc is just going to scan you, pup. I’ll hang on to you the whole time, okay?”

He was shocked when the dog gave a quick bark and licked him like he understood what Randall was saying. Looking up at the Sheriff, Cameron shrugged his shoulders and went to get the scanner. When he came back, Randall held the pup tightly as the vet ran the wand over the dog’s neck.

“I got nothing, but I want to check his teeth,” Cameron said, setting the scanner aside. “When he growled, I saw something. I think he’s sick.”

“All right, just stay calm, little buddy. The doc’s going to check you out,” Randall cooed as he held the dog up so his muzzle was facing Cameron. The doctor snapped on some latex gloves and reached for the dog’s mouth. Randall watched as the pup just about opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue for the doc.

“Shit,” Cameron hissed as he pulled away from the dog. “We can’t keep him here. He’ll get every animal here sick.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Randall asked, pulled the pup closer to his body. “Is he going to be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Cameron answered, taking off his gloves. “He’s got parvo, Randall. It doesn’t seem to be either of the two most dangerous strains since he’s not lying in your arms like a wet noodle. But he’s going to need intensive and constant care for a few days, which we can’t give him here. If this spreads, we’re going to have to put all the animals down. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Randall growled when Cameron went to take the pup from him. “Tell me what to do. I’ll take care of him. You can’t euthanize him.”

“Sheriff, he’s already been vomiting blood,” the vet said gently. “Even if you help him, there’s no guarantee he’ll make it.”

“I’ll take that chance, doc. I won’t just give up on him because he’s sick,” Randall stated firmly. He was a little shocked with himself that he was fighting so hard for the pup he’d just found. He had a feeling this dog had wiggled into more than just his shirt. “Please, Cameron? We’ve been friends for years. I’ve never asked you for anything, but I’m asking you now. Help me save him.”

The doc was quiet for a few minutes, searching Randall’s face and then the pup’s when he gave a whimper. “All right, I’ll do what I can, but I can’t make you any promises.”

“Fair enough,” Randall agreed. “What do we do?”

“Right now, I’m going to give him a shot to help with the nausea and put in an IV,” Cameron explained as he grabbed fresh gloves. He kept talking as he walked around the exam room and grabbed supplies. Randall watched in awe as the doc filled IV bags with all types of other fluid combinations. “He’s going to need this IV constantly for a few days. Today’s Friday, so I’ll stop over Sunday to see his progression and what we do next.”

“We’re going to make you all better, little guy,” Randall whispered in the pup’s ear. “We need to listen to what the doc says, and you be a good boy.”

The pup whimpered as the doc gave him a shot in his neck, twisting Randall’s heart. Then Cameron inserted an IV port into the dog’s leg, taping it down. “When you get him home, hook up one of the bags. Take it out only when you’re not watching him or he’s got to go out, okay?”

“You got it, doc,” Randall answered as he took the bag full of supplies. “We’ll see you Sunday.”

“Call me if he gets worse. You have the number to my cell,” Cameron said, giving them a weak smile. “Parvo works fast, Randall. I just don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“I know, but I have to try,” the Sheriff answered as he gave the doc a wave.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Hurry, Randall, please,” I whimpered as I moved my hips against his hand. “I want you inside of me when I come this time.”

“Just a little more, baby,” he said as he changed the way he touched me, wiggling his fingers back and forth instead of just rubbing that one spot. I kept my hands on his biceps as I stared up into his light green eyes as he took me to heaven. When he slid in a third finger, I arched my back and gasped. “Am I hurting you? I can go slower.”

“Doesn’t hurt.” I moaned as I pushed my hips down on his hand. “Feels amazing, Randall.”

“I want you to feel amazing during your first time,” Randall assured me, licking along my neck. “Your first time having sex should be amazing.”

“It is,” I panted, wanting to say more but coherent words escaping my mind.

“And we’ve not even gotten to the sex yet.” He chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of me. I groaned at the loss and almost empty feeling but got more excited when I saw what he’d be replacing them with. He pushed my legs up to my chest and placed my hands on my thighs. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll go slower, okay?”

“Okay, Randall,” I answered, nodding so I wouldn’t drool at the sight of his massive cock lining up with my hole. I did give pause for a moment as to how his at least ten inches would fit inside of me, but I trusted my mate. When he pushed the first inch in, I held my breath at the burning I felt shooting through my body.

“Breathe, baby, just breathe through the burn. It won’t last,” Randall said gently, and I did as he wanted. He worked another inch into me, moving his hips slowly so that each time he moved forward, I took more of his dick. “Almost there, Toby, and then it will be nothing but pleasure.”

“It’s just a little burn,” I replied, trying to take that look of concern off his face. “It’s worth it to be with you.”

“God, your ass is like heaven, so fucking tight.” He moaned as the last of him pushed into me. I was actually pretty proud of myself for being able to take someone that big my first time having sex. And Randall seemed to be enjoying it, so at least I was pleasing my mate. Randall kissed me passionately as he moved my legs to the side and then wrapped them around his hips.

“This is better than I’d ever thought it would be,” I said, gasping as he pulled out of me before thrusting back into me gently. Randall smiled widely at my assessment, and I felt myself blush. “Not the right thing to say during sex?”

“No, it’s perfect. It’s just most people wouldn’t be so open about what they were feeling during their first time with someone,” Randall answered, winking at me as he snapped his hips. I moaned loudly, loving the feeling of him inside of me.

He’d been right. There was no more burning, only more pleasure than I’d ever felt in my life. I lifted my hips to meet his thrust, and Randall seemed to like that. He groaned as he started taking me faster.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” he grunted, and I was thrilled he liked it. I moved them faster as he did, wanting to make it as good for him as he was for me. “Oh, god, Toby. Fucking amazing, I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Me either,” I panted, not trying to make a joke and just being honest with him. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

“I do, too, baby. Your sweet little ass is like heaven.” Randall moaned. He leaned back a little bit, and I had to slide my hands down his arms. But when he did, he hit that spot in me again, pegging it with each thrust. I’d heard about that sweet spot. I think all men did. But I’d never found it the few times I’d played with my own ass. “Come for me, Toby. I want to see my baby climax again from the pleasure I give him.”

Man Candy Monday

2011-01-31T08:06:00.000-08:00

This buffet of yummy men was brought to you by the lovely, wonderful, and kinky Jade Baiser!!!
THANK YOU JADE!!!

The Birth of Resistant Omegas

2011-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00

I really fucking hate stereotypes. They piss me off on so many levels.

1-Blondes are dumb.
2-Women are the weaker sex.
3-Real men don't cry.
4-The Irish are drunks, etc.
Blah, blah, blah, blah… bullshit, bullshit, & more bullshit.

1-I'm a natural blonde & I've got a genius level IQ. I'm a member of MENSA. I graduated high school at the top of my class, scored a 33 on my ACT's & a 1520 on my SAT's. I graduated University of Illinois Urbana/Champaign in four years with two degrees & honors. Though after going to a school with one of the largest Greek systems, I'm sure I have a lot less brain cells.

2-Kiss my ass, I can beat up most men I know and some I have. I've boxed with the Navy, am X-Military, grew up in Chicago, & have a tendency to intimidate people when I meet them. I actually soften my voice when I talk on the phone because I come off sounding rough around the edges & hard.

3-Tear ducts don't actually respond differently based on your DNA. I've seen my dad & gramp both cry at times & they are men with a capital M. I tend not to cry. Most times I can't. Never have at funerals, wakes, injuries, sad movies… I can if I'm so pissed off that I'm seeing red. I cry tears of anger, frustration, rage, whatever you want to call it. And I've check.. no dick, vagina here! So yeah, I'm a girl, I'm not a crier, men can cry and be men.

4-And the Irish one… well I kinda just threw that in because with a last name like Flynn you wouldn't believe the shit I've gotten over the years. I can hold my booze, but I'm also half Polish, so blame whatever genes that can have me drink hard liquor. Beer… beer's another story, I'm not a beer girl. But either way, I'm far from a drunk. And tequila… well I tell that story another time but it involves OCS & a worm.

I learned in 1st grade that boys & girls were held to different rules. A friend & I went to join a football game a recess & the boys wouldn't let us play unless we could burp the alphabet. I showed them… I burped it backwards, then threw the ball further than the guys could. I got yelled at by the nuns for playing football, but it was okay for the boys. It was my first WTF moment that I can remember, even if I didn't know what that meant back then.

My mother, the poor woman, always said I don't just have to be different or march to my own tune, but I seemed to have been born to break every mold I can find. Granted, I had no clue what that meant as a kid, but now that I'm an adult, I understand it. And I kinda feel bad for the shit I'm sure I've put my parents through for never being a typical girl. Hell, I didn't even fit the role of tomboy; I managed to even break that mold.

I had three Barbie's when I was a kid. One I melted with a magnifying glass in the sun, because doing it to ants seemed mean. One had an "accident" with a firecracker I strapped to it and used to scare a friend down the block. And the third… I wanted to see what was inside of the plastic. Needless to say, after that, I stopped getting Barbie's as presents.

I begged my parents to let me be a golf caddy at the age of 12 because a bunch of the guys in the neighborhood were & it seemed cool. Plus even in 6th grade I was planning for college & there were scholarships for caddies. Most cheerleaders in high school worked out together, I worked out with the wrestling team at my brother school because those were my friends. I joined the Reserves on the contingent that I'd be attending college & they let me be part of the NROTC battalion. I won several awards for boxing, sailing, sniper training, and a few others.

Most women don't like me & I've had several X-boyfriends tell me that I'm the man of the relationship & it's annoying to them. I've gotten in fights with my dad when he jokes around with pup, saying he's the Alpha because there's no Alpha in my house, certainly not my dad at my age. I like to pretend I'm the boss, but pup's totally in charge & he knows it. My gram is proud that I'm an independent woman but her & my mom worry that I'll never be able to get married since I've lived by myself for 11 years & I'll kill any man daring enough to take on the roll of my husband.

I don't whine when I break a fingernail, I can change the oil on my car… granted I don't like to & still take it in to be done, but I CAN. I know how to change a flat tire & have actually done it in 3in heels. I don't sort my laundry, I only have one thing that's pink & that was necessary evil since it was the only PJ's Walmart had in my size that weren't hideous & I needed jammies I could wear in front of people. I don't take an hour to shower & get ready to go out. I don't drink "girly" drinks; I'm a rum & coke or Jack & coke kinda gal. And lots more of those "typical" girl things that I guess make us the weaker sex.

All that said… I've always written stories. I wrote my first full length mainstream novel in Feb 2009. I tried to get it published, & while I got a lot of rejections, I got a few that said they really liked it but I had no publishing experience & I was too great a risk. So I did my homework & found out several big New York Times selling authors started out in Erotic Romance. So then I did some more homework & found out I liked M/M the best. I emailed my Yoda, Stormy Glenn, & for some crazy reason the woman liked my ideas & thought I had potential… the rest is history.

Also, I figured of ALL the genres I could get into, I would have the least amount of constraints, stereotypes, & molds in M/M. So color me shocked & confused when I find them EVERYWHERE. I've gotten ripped apart by "reviews" that my characters, namely my Warrior Camp vampire warriors, cry to much and should be wearing skirts like the pussy's they are. Hmmm, warriors that wear skirts… you mean like Scottish warriors of the old? Yeah, that's a group that I'd fuck around with and call pussy's. *rolls eyes while trying not to laugh*

I've also gotten a shitload of reviews, comments, emails, etc about some of my characters being weaker Omegas. The first time I sat there & had a WTF moment, not having a clue as to what that meant. I looked it up & basically, they were calling my characters weak, submissive, small, wimpy, followers. And here's where I go back to my shock that there'd be such stereotypes in a genre like M/M or GLBT where there's a lot of controversy, prejudice, issues, and all around wanting acceptance as equals.

So I started to get pissed… yeah, I have a brutal temper, just ask my Yahoo Group who recently felt it. (Sorry guys, still love y'all even if I blew up at you). Why do my characters who are smaller have to be weak? And why does lack of physical strength seem to mean submissive or wimpy? Especially when said characters are WEREWOLVES, VAMPIRES, OR SHAPE-SHIFTERS who are stronger than the biggest human. And not being an "Alpha" or demanding to lead doesn't make you a follower. If the Military taught me anything it was "lead by example" & the best leaders know how to follow at times.

That's how Resistant Omegas came about in my crazy head. I saw a stereotype that pissed me off, Omega = weak, etc. & knew I just had to fuck with it. I've had people ask me where I get my ideas, or if there's a story behind a series or book I write & this time there really was so I thought I'd share. Stereotypes to me are like assumptions about who people are… & you know what they say when you assume things! So this series is my response to the people who stereotype, assume, labeler, judge, and other people that annoy me. And the best thing about what I do… if you don't fucking like what I write, my characters, or what I have to say, refer to Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind & you can be Scarlett!!

Man Candy Monday

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I went for "random nakie" Man Candy Monday today... I googled "naked men" under images... these are the best results I got. Enjoy!!

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