Thanks so much for having me on, Simone! This is the final stop on this week’s Drop and Give Me… Holding out for a Hero blog tour, so make sure you’ve entered on each blog for all five chances to win a $25 Amazon Gift Certificate! Not a hardship since we’ve all shared our favorite smex scenes from our books. ;)
Monday: Devon Rhodes hosted Sue Holston
Tuesday: Sue Holston hosted Em Woods
Wednesday: Em Woods hosted Sara York
Thursday: Sara York hosted Simone Anderson
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I love military guys—and having grown up around them, I was bound to end up having a strong opinion one way or the other! J So when I heard about the anthology, I knew that my men in uniform were going to start out at the iconic Naval Academy graduation. And the rest of the story went from there!
I’d love to share a copy of my new release with someone here! My story from the His Hero anthology, A Ring and a Promise, released as a standalone this week! Here is the blurb and a NSFW excerpt:
Careers in military service are never easy on relationships—even less so when both lovers are in different branches…and both are men.
Naval Academy graduation now under their belts, Cary Barrientos knows the reality of the upcoming separation from his roommate of the past four years. Owen is more to him than just his best friend—he is the one person Cary can see spending his life with.
Owen Marsh knew that when he became Cary’s lover, the day would come when he would have to walk away. Now that day has come, and he’s having a hard time convincing himself that it’s just sex between them. Even with DADT repealed, there is no way a Marine and a Navy flier can be together. He’s just being realistic not expecting more.
When Cary switches their Academy rings, hoping Owen won’t notice, he makes a vow—he will do whatever he has to do, including believing enough for the both of them, to make their unlikely relationship stand the test of time. But when his Marine is called up for duty overseas, can a piece of jewellery and a promise be enough to get them through?
Adult Excerpt:
He slid his hands along the sleeves of Cary’s uniform jacket down to his the cuffs then grasped his hands while he continued the heartfelt kiss. God, he loved the way Cary looked in his dress uniform. He wore it well, as though he’d been born to wear it. It was bordering on a fetish for him, and had made it damned uncomfortable this past week when they’d worn their dress uniforms for so many Commissioning Week occasions. But right now their privacy was guaranteed, and Owen wanted to indulge in a bit of fun while Cary was still so sexily attired.
It was too bad that Cary was without his hat. They’d both had fun adhering to tradition before the ceremony and had tucked an envelope with some money and a letter of advice inside both of their caps for some lucky kid to claim. Maybe they’d hear from them someday.
Cary gave him an enquiring look before tossing the bag to the ground in the direction of the dresser. When he turned back, he grinned and lowered his gaze to the front of Owen’s khakis. Cary pursed his lips briefly before giving his lower lip a quick swipe of his tongue.
Hat or not, Cary was absolutely the sexiest man he’d ever seen.
Maybe he’d fuck Cary with his new officer’s cap on someday.
Groaning, both at the mental image and the sure knowledge that that day would be far in the future—if at all—he took Cary by the biceps and firmly placed him against the wall with one last hard kiss, then knelt before him.
“Owen…”
“Mmm…” He slid the belt latch and undid the buckle, pulling the end out of the clasp. Then he unhooked and unzipped the fly. He bracketed Cary’s hips with his hands and glanced up. Cary’s blue eyes were wide and a bit wild. Holding his gaze, Owen leant forward and mouthed his hard cock, faithfully outlined by the white cotton. Cary’s lids slid closed and Owen took that as the invitation it was.
Without lowering the trousers past Cary’s hips, he pulled the tighty whities down just enough to expose Cary’s erection. After a moment’s thought, he did a bit of manoeuvring and was able to lift Cary’s balls up over the wide elastic band before letting it gently retract against his skin once again.
He stood and backed far enough away to get a good look. From the waist up, his lover was still attired according to regulation—minus the cap. Pretty much regulation, anyway, considering he was wearing his now-defunct midshipman’s uniform instead of one for the officer he now was. Still…he was all nicely turned out on the top half.
But below the belt…
Owen caught his breath at the vision of decadence that was his handiwork. Cary’s hard and reddened cock and his balls sac were protruding lewdly from above his underwear. With his pants still mostly on, still wearing his polished white shoes, he looked debauched, as though he’d been caught unawares hard at work and enticed into forbidden play.
He met Cary’s eyes once more and could see the effort it was taking Cary to hold himself there, exposed to view without the reassurance of touch. Owen suddenly had no wont to prolong the foreplay any longer.
He hit his knees then took Cary’s cock deep.
A strangled cry was his reward, enticing him to use his tongue to wet the hard length then slide down. He repeated the action, gliding with firm pressure downwards and adding suction on the way back up to the head, gradually taking Cary most of the way down to the base.
With Cary’s balls hiked up as they were, Owen could feel the hot skin of his lover’s sac on his bottom lip at the furthest point. On the next pass downwards, he opened his mouth a bit and was able to stroke his tongue across the taut skin, feeling the closest orb shift with the pressure.
“Ah! Oh fuck, Owen.”
Tasting a bit of saltiness on the way up, Owen grinned around his mouthful and looked up from under his lashes. Cary was behaving himself and letting Owen take the lead. Time for a change of scenery, though. He pulled off with a smack of his lips.
“Please tell me you brought supplies.”
“In our kits,” Cary panted.
Owen rose to his feet and pulled Cary in for a slow, involved kiss that sent an emotional wave of warmth through him. In the room they shared at the Academy, Owen rarely felt comfortable enough to take his time with simple affectionate caresses. Mostly, their physical contact had been hurried and silent, the sole purpose being coming to completion without being caught.
“Why don’t you grab the stuff and get out of that uniform?” He gave in to impulse and cupped Cary’s cheek, pulling him back in for another kiss as Cary began to move away to follow his suggestion. He didn’t want to be apart from him for a moment…
The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he abruptly dropped his hand and span around to hide what had to be a shell-shocked expression. Maybe it was the emotional culmination of their schooling at the ceremony today. Maybe it was the knowledge that their separation was looming. But when he looked at Cary, when he touched him, he was finding it hard—no, impossible—to keep from turning what should be companionable sex into lovemaking.
Love…?
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Monday: Devon Rhodes
Tuesday: Sue Holston
Wednesday: Em Woods
Thursday: Sara York
Friday Here!!!!
Fire fighter Salvatore Angelico’s life will never be the same after he pulls Jamie from the burning wreckage of a car accident. Angelico must decide to tear down his defences and have faith in love again.
Together, they must face old demons and new dangers if they hope to fly on wings of fire.Angelico was leaning against the bar chatting to his friend, Brent Mackenzie, the owner and barkeep of Mac’s, when Jamie walked in. Watching him look around, Angelico noticed the moment Jamie spotted him. A smile spread slowly over his face and those blue eyes fairly sparkled in the low lighting as he walked towards Angelico. Taking in Jamie’s appearance—another pair of sexy, tight jeans and a fitted T-shirt—he resisted the urge to adjust himself.
“Damn. Who is that piece of sex on a stick?” Mac was staring at Jamie.
Angelico was annoyed at the spark of jealousy that flared up. Without thinking he swung around to face Mac and growled at him. “Back off, he’s mine.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised how ridiculous he sounded. He’d just finished describing their meeting and telling Mac that he’d barely spoken to Jamie before, and here he was beating his chest and marking his territory.
“Oh, really? Does he know that?” Mac nodded towards Jamie then chuckled at Angelico’s pained expression.
Jamie reached the side of the bar just then and looked from Angelico to Mac. Shrugging, he said, “Probably—I know a lot of things. What are we talking about?”
Mac slapped the top of the counter and laughed raucously. “I like you! Mac’s the name, welcome to my place. Whatcha drinking?”
Jamie grinned broadly and nodded towards Angelico. “I’m Jamie and I’ll have whatever he’s drinking.” After sitting down on a bar stool, Jamie looked at Angelico. “So, Mac, do I know what?”
“Not something you’d know, Jamie. We were just talking about personal property.” Angelico spoke up before Mac could reply. “We’ll have two (512) Pecan Porters.”
Grabbing the glasses of dark beer, Angelico beckoned Jamie to follow him. Walking to the back corner of the bar, he slid into the last booth. Jamie sat on the other bench and reached for his drink.
“I don’t usually go for something so full bodied, but I’m willing to try anything once. Salute!” Jamie smirked as Angelico’s eyes widened at his double entendre. “Mmm. This is very nice.” Jamie took another long swallow before setting the glass back down on the table. “Good choice. Is it a favourite of yours?”
Angelico just stared at him a moment before taking a sip of his own drink. “Yeah. It’s from a local microbrewery in Austin. I like most of their stuff, but this one is my usual.”
After a few tense minutes of staring at each other, sipping from beer glasses and the occasional fidget, Angelico had had all he could stand. “Why did you ask me out?”
Jamie blinked, momentarily taken aback by his forthrightness. Licking his lips once, then again, he started to answer but noticed Angelico staring at his mouth. Suddenly feeling mischievous, Jamie slowly pulled his lower lip in, bit it hard so that it would flush, then licked his lips once more. Noticing the pulse beating at the base of Angelico’s neck, he knew the effect he was having on him.
“I wanted to thank you.”
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He had everything he wanted, they would give him everything he needed.
Successful photojournalist Chase Hansen is summoned to Dallas, Texas when his estranged sister is killed and informed that he is now the sole guardian of his sister’s newborn daughter. On the eve of the funeral, his partner of several years breaks up with him. Once home, Chase must adjust to being a single father, something he’d never thought he’d be, as well as the demands of his profession.
Eric Zimmerman is a highly skilled, in demand computer geek, whose new job came with a six-month lease in a high-rise apartment. Now that his professional life is in order, he’s willing to start dating again. But, no matter how hard he tries, no one measures up to the one man he can’t forget, the one he can’t have. Poaching your friend from another man is never a good idea.
Magic and chaos are often travel companions in the stark barrenness of winter. Under the full moon of the Winter Solstice, love is rekindled.
