Fiction Vixen is excited to be part of the Naughty Threesome Blog Tour. Please welcome Marie Sexton, Talia Carmichael, and S.A. Meade.
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Hello, and welcome to Day 4 of our Naughty Threesome Blog Tour. We are Marie Sexton, Talia Carmichael, and S.A. Meade, authors of gay romance, and we’re celebrating a week of new releases. We’re giving away an ebook today, and a grand prize package at the end of the week, so we hope you’ll follow along.
One of the greatest things about reading and writing romance is reveling in that moment when two people succumb to their desires. Today, we thought we’d share some excerpts of that very moment with you. (Warning: Some of the excerpts contain adult language.)
Ralston’s Way
By: Talia Carmichael
ISBN: 978-0-85715-629-7
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Prentiss- Book 1
Blurb:
Blayne Dalton knows from their first introduction he will need all his calm reasonable skills to deal with Morgan Ralston. The rancher is aggravating and determined to avoid him. The calm he is known for goes out of the window. He can’t decide if he’d rather deck him or kiss him senseless. How do you rope a cowboy? You teach him that not everything has to be his way.
Morgan Ralston likes things his way. On his ranch, he is the one who make the decisions. Well at least he is supposed to be. When his brother decides to hire a new office manager and cook he knows it will lead to nothing but disruptions. What he gets is not what he expected. The man who becomes his office manager is not a problem to the ranch. The trouble is of a more personal nature—to his libido. Avoiding him doesn’t work. It’s time to approach this as he does everything else. After all when it comes down to it…there isn’t any other way but Ralston’s Way.
Excerpt:
Furious, Blayne slammed down his book on his desk. Standing, he stalked over to the window. He glared out at the empty yard and braced his hands against the window ledge.
“What’s got you so mad?” Morgan’s voice came behind him.
Whirling, Blayne stared at him. Morgan leaned against the open doorway of his office. Blayne walked over to his desk.
“So you finally deem to grace me with your presence,” he said.
“Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” Morgan’s tone was mild.
It only aggravated him. “Fine. We were supposed to meet over two weeks ago to discuss what I wanted to do.
“Didn’t you get my note saying to go ahead with what you wanted?”
Blayne gritted his teeth. “Yes, bu-“
He interrupted. “Did you do it?”
“Yes, bu-“
Morgan did it again. “So what’s the problem?”
Blayne stared at him, then asked between clenched teeth, “Can you let me finish?”
Morgan nodded, a small smile on his lips.
Blayne breathed out, then spoke. “I did, but I wanted to go over it with you before I proceeded.”
“From what I see, you did fine. Made things easier and more concise.” Morgan shrugged.
Blayne blinked, then asked, “How do you know?”
“I’ve been looking at what you set up. I did have a few questions,” Morgan said.
“Okay,” Blayne said.
Morgan asked questions, and he answered. With each question, Blayne tried to understand what was happening. Morgan made a few suggestions, and he agreed with them.
“Okay. If you make the changes, it will make it much better. Sounds good.” Morgan stood.
“The old program wasn’t so bad. Just needed to be tweaked and modified some. Who built the code?”
Morgan smiled, then said, “I did.”
Blayne tried to hide his shock.
“Computerizing my records to make it easier to run the ranch is only smart. Ranching is a comprehensive business. And I like knowing all aspects of my business.” Morgan went to the door. He paused and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “The funny thing about assumptions. They usually prove false.”
He left. Blayne sat and stared at the empty doorway. He smiled. From his little interaction with Morgan, he was coming to realize there was more to the man than met the eye.
“And by the way…” Morgan said.
Blayne glanced up. Morgan strolled toward him in a seemingly predatory way. Instinct made Blayne stand. Morgan walked up to him and pulled him into his chest.
“Wha-“
Morgan kissed him. It wasn’t tentative. It was a claiming–hard, firm and marking Blayne as his. Blayne gripped his shoulder. Morgan bit his bottom lip. Blayne gasped as Morgan stroked his tongue inside his mouth, then suckled Blayne’s tongue into his own mouth. His fingers gripped Blayne’s ass, lifting him against his firm body. Blayne moaned and rubbed against him. He hissed as their erections brushed against each other. Morgan groaned and ground against him.
He pulled away and removed Blayne’s hands from his shoulders. Morgan stepped back, turned, and walked out. Blayne sagged into the chair. He lifted a shaking hand to his swollen lips.
“Well, at least now I know he’s gay. And interested.” His voice was rough and husky.
Copyright © Talia Carmichael, 2011.
All Rights Reserved.
Buy it here: http://tiny.cc/3mqw2
Song of Oestend
By: Marie Sexton
ISBN: 978-0-85715-630-3
Genre: Fantasy
Blurb:
Aren Montrell has heard tales of the Oestend wraiths – mysterious creatures which come in the night and kill anyone who’s not indoors. Aren’s never had reason to believe the stories, but when he takes a job as a bookkeeper on the BarChi, a dusty cattle ranch on the remote Oestend prairie, he soon learns that the wraiths are real. Aren suddenly finds himself living in a supposedly haunted house and depending on wards and generators to protect him from unseen things in the night. As if that’s not enough, he has to deal with a crotchety old blind woman, face “cows” that look like nothing he’s ever seen before, and try to ignore the fact that he’s apparently the most eligible bachelor around.
Aren also finds himself the one and only confidante of Deacon, the BarChi’s burly foreman. Deacon runs the BarChi with an iron fist and is obviously relieved to finally have somebody he can talk to. As their relationship grows, Aren learns there’s more to Deacon and the BarChi than he’d anticipated. Deacon seems determined to deny both his Oestend heritage and any claim he may have to the BarChi ranch, but if Aren is to survive the perils of Oestend, he’ll have to convince Deacon to stop running from the past and finally claim everything that’s his.
Excerpt:
“She had your pants undone and her skirt up, from the looks of her, and you’re glad I interrupted?” Deacon asked.
“Extremely.” Aren poured another shot. After a moment of deliberation, he doubled it. With no food in his stomach, he knew he was flirting with trouble. He knew he’d regret it in the morning. But he found he didn’t care. Getting drunk suddenly seemed like the best idea he’d ever had.
“Did she offer?”
Aren snorted at the sheer inadequacy of that question as he took another drink. “Yeah,” he said. “She offered.”
“And you said no?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Do you not like sex?”
“Good grief, of course I like sex!” Aren said, glancing over his shoulder at Deacon. “What do you think?”
“Then why did you tell her no?”
“Saints, why the hell do you care?”
“I’m surprised, that’s all. Are you worried about her dad?”
“Fred has nothing to do with it.”
“Then what—?”
“Why can’t you let this drop?”
“Why can’t you answer the question?”
“For fuck’s sake, Deacon! Because I don’t like women, all right? I like men!”
The words were out of his mouth before he knew it, and Aren was sure his heart stopped beating when he realised what he’d said. Still, there was no taking it back. On one hand, he was relieved to finally have the truth known. He was tired of hiding. But more than anything, he was angry at himself for the way he’d let the conversation get away from him. He’d been so flustered by Beth, he hadn’t thought about what he should or shouldn’t say to Deacon. Afraid of Deacon’s response, he braced himself for what might come—the questions, or the derision, or the disgust from his one and only friend. The judgement from the one man on the BarChi whose opinion he valued.
But the only response was silence.
He swallowed the last of his whisky in one gulp and put the glass down on the bar in front of him. His hands were shaking. Deacon’s unnatural silence was made worse by the fact that Aren couldn’t see his face. Aren splashed a tiny bit more whisky into his glass. He steeled himself for what he might see—confusion, mockery or disgust—and he turned to face Deacon.
What he saw surprised him. Deacon didn’t appear to be upset at all. He looked nervous. But not only that. He looked…
Intrigued.
When Deacon finally spoke, his voice was low and husky. “You have sex with men?”
Aren felt his pulse speed up, but this time from excitement. Was he reading Deacon wrong? Was his judgement skewed? He quickly considered how much whisky he’d slammed in only a few short minutes, but he didn’t think that was to blame.
“Yes,” he said, watching closely for Deacon’s reaction. “I like to fuck men.”
Deacon’s breath caught for only a moment. His cheeks flushed. His fists clenched around the hat he held, almost twisting it in two.
“Oh, Deacon,” Aren breathed, feeling something that was part hope and part sheer elation flare to life in his chest. “Tell me I’m not imagining this. Tell me you like men, too.”
“I don’t…” But Deacon’s words trailed away. He seemed unable to meet Aren’s eyes. His gaze darted nervously around the room and his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. He twisted the hat in his hands again. The crackling of the straw seemed unbelievably loud in the otherwise silent room. Aren couldn’t help but think he’d regret having ruined the thing tomorrow. He was debating asking Deacon again, but then he saw something that gave him the answer—the growing bulge in Deacon’s pants.
“Oh, thank the blessed Saints,” Aren said. And in the very next moment, he lost all sense of himself.
Copyright © Marie Sexton, 2011.
All Rights Reserved.
Buy it here: http://tiny.cc/mkqzb
Title: Stolen Summer
By: S.A.Meade
ISBN: 978-0-85725-637-2
Genre: Contemporary
Blurb:
The last thing journalist Evan Harrison expects to hear, when he returns from covering the war in Afghanistan, is that his best friend, Colin Williams, is in love with him.
Colin, an Oxford Professor with a poet’s soul and a roving eye, turns out to be a temptation Evan can’t resist. What he discovers is that sex with Colin is hot, wild and relentless. The two of them embark on a passionate affair and Evan knows he’s going to spend his days with Colin – after one last assignment.
A western journalist in Pakistan is too tempting a target for local insurgents. Evan’s ‘Oh-shit’ sense fails dismally when he is taken hostage and spends four months refusing to let his captors grind him down by clinging to memories of the lover he left behind. Freedom from captivity, however, doesn’t bring freedom from terror. The legacy of Evan’s ordeal results in meltdowns and nightmares that threaten to destroy his life with Colin. He can’t even seek comfort in lovemaking because the pills intended to save his sanity kill his desire.
Evan seizes a chance to put his nightmares behind him by taking one final assignment, covering unrest in Jordan. Colin sees Evan’s decision as the end of a relationship he fought hard to save. If Evan makes it back to England in one piece, winning Colin back will be the toughest assignment he’s ever faced.
Excerpt:
“So tell me about your week.” He leant back. His hand rested on the table, only inches from mine.
“It was pretty boring. I did some research on tribes, wrote up a bunch of questions for Professor Emerson.”
“Bloody Pakistan.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
A touch across my knuckles, soft and light like the drift of a feather, jolted me out of the conversation, out of rational thought. Colin trailed his forefinger over the back of my hand, tracing a vein there. I looked at him. His eyes held a mix of defiance and uncertainty. I couldn’t even imagine what mine told him. I couldn’t move my hand. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Instead, my fingers wove through his, in that absent way that sometimes happens, no conscious thought guiding them.
“So, what does your research tell you?” Colin swept his thumb across my palm and lingered on the underside of my wrist. The lightness of his touch coiled around my arm like ivy, drifted south and fuelled the growing ache in my groin.
“That it’s a mess.” So was I. I had been reduced to a jumble of thoughts—desire, fear, curiosity. Part of me wanted to know where this was leading, the other part was almost terrified. I was grateful for the privacy of the booth. Those few diners who had us in their line of sight were too busy with their own evenings to be bothered with ours.
“Here we go.” The waitress returned with our meals. God alone knows what she thought of two men holding hands at her table.
Colin eased his hand away. I looked at him, sorry that dinner had arrived. The aroma of linguine was small consolation for the sudden absence of his touch.
He reached across the table and deftly twirled his fork into my pasta. “That looks nice.” He chewed it thoughtfully for a few seconds. “It tastes nice, too.”
“It is.” I sought refuge in the food. “How’s yours?” I glanced at the chicken on his plate.
He speared a piece with his fork and held it to my lips. “Why don’t you try it and see?”
I tasted garlic, onions and herbs beneath the sharp tang of tomato. Colin held my gaze with his. I was a cobra hypnotised by a charmer. “Tasty.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not a restaurant critic. I don’t think your columns would be very long or informative.” He grinned.
“No, I suppose not.” I wondered where my words had gone. I wondered where the evening was going.
“If you weren’t a journalist, what would you do? What would you want to do?”
I nearly dropped my fork when he covered my foot with his. He brushed it languidly over my ankle.
“I have no idea. I think I’d feel lost.”
“Are you sure? Is there nothing that would satisfy you if you couldn’t be a journalist anymore, if you couldn’t just hop on a plane and find yourself in the thick of things?” Colin’s foot crept up the inside of my calf.
I swallowed. “I’d miss the rush.” My heart hammered against my ribs.
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Don’t you think you could find that rush elsewhere?”
“I…I…don’t know. I suppose it’s possible.” My hand trembled.
Colin’s foot ventured further, caressing my thigh.
I set my fork down and leaned across the table. “What the hell are you doing?”
He leant forward, took my chin in his hand and kissed me—a swift, fierce kiss that swept the last of my appetite away. When he spoke, his voice was a low whisper. “I can’t bloody help myself.”
I stared at him. The echo of his lips on mine remained. “I think we should go.” I hated that I wanted him to kiss me again. I hated the hornets’ nest his touch stirred.
©Copyright S.A. Meade 2011
All Rights Reserved
Buy it here: http://tiny.cc/5qsa0
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Today, we’re giving away a pdf of Ralston’s Way, by Talia Carmichael. Leave a comment to enter. Also, please be sure to follow us on our blog tour. We’re keeping track of everybody who leaves a comment along the way, and on August 30th, we’ll choose one person to win our Grand Prize!
The Grand Prize winner will receive:
- $50 All Romance Ebook ebooks bucks! (You must have an account at All Romance Ebook so we can send the prize to you.)
- 1 pdf from Talia Carmichael’s backlist (winner’s choice of Detour, Reckless Behaviour, or A Tender Roughness)
- A swag pack from Marie Sexton
- 1 ebook from Marie Sexton’s backlist (winner’s choice of Promises, A to Z, Strawberries for Dessert, or One More Soldier)
- 1 pdf of S.A. Meade’s Stolen Summer
Follow along and comment often. The more places you visit us, the better your chance of winning.
Monday, August 22nd: Top 2 Bottom Reviews (http://top2bottomreviews.
Tuesday, August 23rd: Talia Carmichael’s blog (http://taliacarmichael.com/
Wednesday, August 24th: Amara’s Place (http://www.amaras-place.
Thursday, August 25th: Fiction Vixen (http://www.fictionvixen.com/)
Friday, August 26th: Marie’s blog (http://MarieSexton.net)
Saturday, August 27th: Heidi Cullinan’s blog (http://heidicullinan.
Sunday, August 28th: Smexy Books (http://www.smexybooks.com/)
Monday, August 29th: S.A. Meade’s blog (http://kestrelrising.
Thanks for stopping by today, and thank you very much to Fiction Vixen for having us!
About Sophia (FV)
I am getting more and more excited for payday…
Great excerpts, just enough to reel us in
My TBR list just expanded some more! lol Thanks a lot! haha
I love your blog! I get so many great recommendations here. I want all three books!
Whew! Reading the three of these at once was almost too much to take.
Thank you to everybody who’s stopped by so far, and a HUGE thank you to Fiction Vixen for hosting us today. We’re so excited to be here!
Oh, what a brilliant move! Now I HAVE to know how each of these ‘firsts’ plays out!
I’d like to add my thanks to Marie’s. We’re very glad to be here and very happy to read everyone’s comments.
Welp, my TBR bookshelf on Goodreads just keeps expanding. Looks like I’ll be checking out 2 new authors too!
Oh you guys, these all sound so good!
I’m also enjoying the comments. Thanks for coming by and Fiction Vixen for hosting us today.
Great excerpts. Definitely makes me want to read them. Thank you all so much for sharing and for the giveaway.
GFC: June M.
manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com
The excitement mounts (if you’ll pardon the pun)! Almost done with Song of Oestend (and sorry to see it end). Now how to decide which of these lovelies to read next?!!
Ralston’s Way Comment:
Well…damn! Who wouldn’t want to read more of that?…lol
can’t wait to rad the rest of the book…*S*
Song of Oestend:
Terrible, terrible TEASE! LOL
Now i absolutley have to read the book..On the list this goes to the gotta have asap list….*S*
Stolen Summer:
I am so glad that I keep checking to see if I have all 3 of these delightful books on my gotta have asap list.
Awesome blurbs & excerpts!
Thank you!
Darcy
pommawolf @hotmail.com
OMG! I swear… The more and more I read the harder I’m falling for all of these books!
Thanks for the wonderful Excerpts! Eek! and thanks for the giveaway!!
Judi
arella3173_loveless @ yahoo.com
All of the books sound great and I’m having a blast following the blog tour. I’m looking forward to reading all of the books.
sstrode at scrtc dot com
Wow! These all sound great ! Got my fingers crossed.
These are terrific teasers! Just enough to really make a girl want to read those books right now. And is it hot in here or is it just me?
Thanks a bunch!
Marlene
Enjoyed both the excerpts I read for Ralston’s Way. Thanks for the chance to win a copy.
caity_mack at yahoo dot com
These books sounds de-lish!
Thanks for the giveaway.
areeths(at)new(dot)rr(dot)com
Great tour! Now I can add two more authors to my to read list along with Marie. Thanks for the introduction to new books and a chance to win.
Great excerpts.All 3 books sound really good.
eaing8(at)netscape(dot)net
Great giveaways thanks!!
Thank you all for your comments, They’re a nice thing to read on a rainy English morning. Thanks again to Fiction Vixen for letting us play on her lovely blog.
Have a great holiday weekend everyone.
xxxx
Okay! I used a random number generator, and the winner of Ralston’s Way is Sherry S.
Thanks to everybody for entering, and remember that everybody who comments is entered into our grand prize drawing, so keep following and keep commenting!
Thanks again to Fiction Vixen for having us!
Missed the drawing, but loved the excerpts anyway!
One can never have too much sexy ménage stories on one’s TBR list – I live by that ;-p lol
Thanks for drawing my attention to these stories, they sound exciting!
stella.exlibris (at) gmail (dot) com
Congrats to Sherry S. !!!
And thank you Fiction Vixen for the contest!
Thank again Marie for the big drawing as well…*S*
Darcy
pommawolf @hotmail.com
Thanks for the excerpts – I can’t wait to read these books
Thanks for the giveaway!
smaccall AT comcast.net
this book sounds good and would love to read it. this is a new author for me and am always looking for new authors and books to read. thanks for the giveaway and the chance to win
So so good. Thanks for the excerpts ladies.
OMG smokin excerpts…love it
mhay@panhandle.rr.com
another for my tbr list…have to get a second job for book budget with all the great releases coming out
seachele71@hotmail.com
Love the adult excerpts! Thanks for the giveaway.
jepebATverizonDOTnet
I just adore all these excerpts, and just love these authors. I feel luck y to at least be a part of this blog tour. Wonderful..and thank you!
Darcy
Pommawolf @ hotmail.com