Sunday, 25 November 2012

Welcome Author Patricia Logan


Patricia Logan comes from small town America where people still believe in true love. In a house filled with family, friends and pets, she sometimes laments the lack of time just to sit down and write, though surrounded by those she loves, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Patricia falls in love with the heroes she writes about each and every time she puts their lives down on paper. She loves sexy men and hates her villains more than the reader does. It helps to hate the bad guys. It makes the story so much richer. She realized a very long time ago that the world is filled with people who live diverse and amazing lifestyles and she tries to capture the beauty of such diversity in her writing.

Patricia has had a diverse career life. She’s been a jeweler, an AIDS hospice nurse and a “dreaded” mortgage broker. She hopes that the various walks of life she’s taken come out in her work. A busy mother of four and a “stage mom” for her youngest, she always seems to be in motion.


Jake Maxfield, the sexy blue-eyed banker who’s recently seen his mortgage career end in the midst of economic downturn inherits a property in a rural Texas town. The widowed father of two relocates from Southern California only to find that the one thing he never expected has happened and will change his life and everything he’d previously thought about himself forever. The person he meets and falls in love with is nothing like his dead wife Molly. Instead, Jake finds his soul mate in the form of Cade Littlebear, a huge hunk of long haired male biker all wrapped up in a drop dead leather clad package.

Jake and Cade find that combining their lives and their teenaged families is work enough for the faintest of heart but their greatest challenge lies ahead. Their very lives are threatened by a narrow-minded group of bigots who set out to destroy their very existence. They are determined not to hide who they are and live in the shadows. From the boardroom to the back of a chopper, these sexy heroes, Jake and Cade burn up the pages with love scenes that give new meaning to the word “HOT”. 


Excerpt


A young girl dismounted from behind the driver and turned to give him a kiss as she walked away, grinning and waving back at him. Jake noted her smile was stunning, all teeth in a beautiful Native American face. Her long hair was braided down the back of her blouse almost to her rear end, and she wore a light, flowing, chiffon-type skirt. Gee, where had that come from, chiffon? Jake decided at that moment that he'd definitely been watching way too much of the Fashion Channel, but Fashion Runway was wonderful! What in the hell was wrong with him?

Jake watched the girl a moment more before deciding that she must be around the same age as Grace. Jake was just about to turn away as the man dismounted and rose up, towering above the bike as he stepped to the ground. Jake's jaw nearly hit the dirt. He stood rooted in place as the man's leather-covered body rose to its full height. Wow! The only thing Jake could think was Wow, okay, fucking WOW! The guy must have been six foot five at least without the totally gorgeous black leather riding boots, which gave him an added three inches in stature. Jake had always thought himself a tall man at six foot four; he'd towered above everyone in his office, but this guy beat him out easily.

What stunned Jake about this man was the almost instantaneous reaction he had to the guy. A lightning bolt shot to Jake's cock as the man turned to him, meeting his eyes for the first time. As if in slow motion, the biker reached up, removing his silver helmet and allowed his waist-length black hair to spill down his back like a midnight waterfall. It was the sexiest thing Jake had ever seen, and when the man locked emerald eyes on him and smiled, Jake almost came in his jeans. What the fuck had just happened?

Jake couldn't move. He felt paralyzed by the intense gaze of the stranger as his eyes raked Jake's form up and down. Jake had always thought of himself as completely heterosexual. After all, he had loved Molly and had never had to fight an attraction to another man. Jake felt himself grip the door of the Mustang until he thought the bones would pop through his white knuckles and he'd bend the metal. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm his breathing and, at the same time, relate what was happening with his body in reaction to this man's gaze. His cock had hardened to steel, and he knew instinctively that it was visible to the biker, who simply stood there, continuing to grin at Jake's reddening face.

Finally, letting out the breath that he only then realized he'd been holding, Jake frowned and broke eye contact with the stranger, turning back toward his car as he slammed the door a little too hard. He heard crunching on the ground and waited until the footsteps faded before raising his head and turning around. The stranger had disappeared from the parking lot, and Jake was alone. Lowering his eyes to his hands, which clutched the roof of his car, he noted the tremors. He knew, down deep inside of himself, that something had just changed in his life.

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Sexy, selfish Michael Francis has hit rock bottom. His boyfriend has dumped him, stolen all his money and his career as a super model has come to a screeching halt. Tyler Winston, macho Texas lawman, has lost the only love he’s ever had and the shocking memories of his long buried past have come back to haunt him. Set on a collision course, can these two broken men find common ground and begin to heal each other or will a ruthless killer part them forever?


Excerpt

“It’s sexy, you all dressed up in your uniform. I love it when I see you with your badge pinned to your belt, knowing that you carry a gun and that you are so fucking powerful and strong under that suit.” Michael ran his hands through Tyler’s chest hair as Tyler crawled over him and straddled his hips, letting their cocks touch. Tyler grinned down at him, knowing from the twinkle in Michael’s eyes that many men had cop fantasies. Tyler wondered if he was a fantasy for his young lover. He reached down and circled both of Michael’s wrists in his large hands, drawing them over his head as he leaned down to take charge of Michael’s mouth. He kissed him long and deep, learning his mouth well until Michael humped him and groaned.

“You got cop fantasies Michael?” Tyler growled. Michael nodded his head vigorously and bit his lower lip.

“Fuck yeah,” he panted.

“Want me to handcuff you and force you to suck my dick, scumbag? Lick my hot hole and fuck you hard against the bars? Huh scum, that what you want?” Michael was clearly into Tyler’s dirty cop talk and the whole role playing fantasy. He was whimpering and grinding his leaking rock hard erection against Tyler’s.

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Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Allie



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Allie walked quickly to her office.  She wore no panties and she’d shaved her pussy.  For Kyle.  For tonight.  How was she going to get through the day?
“Morning,” Susan said with a smile.
“Morning,” Allie replied.  She reached for the door handle.
“Are you feeling better?  You look a little flushed,” Susan remarked.
She didn’t know the half of it.
“I’m fine, just wondering how to catch up on all the work I missed yesterday.”
“I’ve organized your appointments so you have a break between each one,” Susan replied.
Allie gave her a smile.  “Thanks, Susan.  You’re an amazing secretary.”
Susan chuckled.  “I have an amazing boss.”
“Thanks.  Now, to get to work.”  Susan pushed open her door and disappeared into the office.
She flopped onto her chair and let out a breath.  How was she going to concentrate?  It was just as Kyle said.  She couldn’t stop thinking about her exposed pussy.  She was sure to be sitting in a puddle by the end of the day.
She shook her head.  That man would pay for it tonight!
Her first appointment was torture.  Stuart Morgan was a handsome man in his forties who liked to get close to her.  He’d asked her out in the past but she never dated a client.  That hadn’t stopped him from trying though.
“We could discuss this over dinner,” he crooned.
She laughed lightly.  “You know that’s against my policy, Stuart.”
“One little dinner won’t hurt,” he replied as his gaze wandered over her.
She shifted uncomfortably.  Could he tell she wore nothing under her skirt?  She moved back behind her desk.  “I have plans.”
He lifted an eyebrow.  “Maybe another time?”
With a shake of her head, she tidied the papers on her desk.  Normally, she wasn’t this fidgety but today was no ordinary day.  “Sorry, I can’t.  Susan will sort out your account,” she said in dismissal.
Stuart gave her a customary bow of his head and made for the door.  Before she could blow out a breath of relief, he turned.  “Thank you for your time.  I look forward to our next meeting.”
The way he said the words made her pussy tingle.  She couldn’t manage to speak so just smiled, and he walked out of the room.
“I’m going to kill Kyle,” she muttered under her breath.   All her senses were heightened and all she could think about was sex.
Thankfully, she had some time to compose herself before her next client arrived.
By lunch time she was exhausted.  Trying to steer her thoughts away from her little ‘problem’ was harder than she anticipated.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” she called.
Susan stood in the doorway.  “Mr Lancaster rang to say he’s stuck in traffic.  He’s not sure when he’ll get here.  Shall I hang around till he arrives?”
“No, you go to lunch.  I can manage,” Allie replied.  She could do with a break.
“I’ll bring you back a sandwich,” Susan said.
Allie smiled.  Susan really was a great secretary.  “Thanks.  And don’t rush back.  Mr Lancaster is the last client for today.”
“Okay.  I’ll see you later,” Susan answered before she closed the door.
Allie stood and stretched her back.  She had somehow managed to get through the morning.  She sighed as she waited for her client.  She had so much paperwork to do.
After about ten minutes there was a knock on the door.  She moved to open it and the smooth material of her skirt made her very aware of the sensitive skin beneath.  She took a breath and yanked open the door.
She stared in astonishment.
“Allie?”
With a frown she looked past Kyle who was standing in the doorway and searched for Mr Lancaster.  Her gaze returned to him.  “What are you doing here?”
“I have an appointment,” he answered.  He appeared to be as shocked as she was.
“You can’t have.  I’m waiting for Mr Lancaster.”
His eyebrows rose.  “That’d be me.”
“What?  You’re not Ian Lancaster,” she replied, tersely.
A smile crept on his lips.  “No, I’m his son, Kyle Lancaster.”
It took a while for the words to sink in and she stared at him mutely.  What was he saying?  He couldn’t be.
“I take it you’re Alison Ambrosi?”
Her stomach churned.   Oh, God.  She’d had sex with a client!
“Allie?”
She took a step back.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know.”
He moved towards her and she kept walking backwards until she hit the desk.
Kyle chuckled.  “And I thought I could impress you with that ruby necklace.  You virtually supply all the jewellery chains in this city.”
The mention of the jewels sent a power surge straight to her pussy.  The memory of Kyle fucking her while she wore the necklace played like a movie over and over in her head.
He finally reached her and ran a finger over cheek.  “You look very professional today.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat.  It was a pity she couldn’t speak.  She must look like an idiot.  She certainly felt like one.  What must he think of her?
“Allie,” he began.
“Kyle,” she burst out.  “I’m so sorry for my behavior.  I didn’t know you were a client.  I…”
“Chill,” Kyle said.  “Neither of us knew.”
“But, I don’t do, that is, I don’t associate with my clients on a personal level.”
Kyle gave her a crooked smile.  “It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?”
She covered her face with her hands.  Her brain wasn’t working.
“Allie,” he said and took her hands in his.  “I think we’re way past embarrassment.  Don’t you think?”
Her heart was pounding.  “Kyle?”
“Yes?”
“You won’t say anything, will you?”
He shook his head.  “I don’t kiss and tell.”
She stared into his vibrant blue eyes.  It would have been fine if kissing was the only thing they’d done.
“Allie?”
“Yes?”
“Did you do what I asked you to do?”
Her eyes widened.
“Did you?” he whispered against her ear.
She nodded and heat flooded between her legs.  
Kyle smiled before moving to the door.  She heard the click of the lock and stared at him.
“I want to see,” he said as he made his way back to her.
“Here?” she shrieked.
He pulled her in his arms and ran a tongue over her lips.  “Yes.”
She couldn’t.  They couldn’t.  Not in the office.
Kyle’s fingers found the zip of her skirt and before she knew it, the skirt lay in a heap at her feet.
Kyle took a step back and surveyed her handiwork.  “Beautiful,” he said and moved towards her again.  He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the desk.
“Kyle,” she croaked.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
A chill ran up her spine.  She loved it when he was forceful.
“Now,” he said.
Without taking her eyes off him, she spread her legs.  Her pussy purred.

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Sunday, 4 November 2012

Welcome Author Dan Cocker


Dan Cocker is a fifty something married Englishman. He lives as the only male in an otherwise all female household. Dan would be the last man to claim any special insight into the female mind, but he understands its mystery as much as any man. He lives with his wife, two daughters and a female cat in London, England. Dan is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order (though recently promoted to fifth by the passing of the family hamster). He writes about real men, real women in their real lives. How real are his stories? That's for you to decide...


Trapped in a sexless marriage, Paul, an aspiring author, finds himself slipping into the alluring world of erotic prose. Flattering reviews from his number one fan lead to a virtual relationship of a different kind. Role play becomes real play. Then his secret is uncovered by his wife, Samantha. Caught in the ethereal glow of his monitor screen, he freezes like a rabbit caught in headlights.

When Samantha finds Paul engaged in cyber-sex with a man, she fears for his sexuality, and their marriage. Realising that she has been neglecting their physical relationship, Sam wakes her husband with hot passion on her lips. With intimacy restored, she allows her curiosity free reign, unwittingly igniting deeply buried primal fires. When Sam is left alone with Paul’s virtual bull, she takes matters into her own hands. A meeting is arranged.

Will his reader inspire an exciting new chapter in Paul and Sam’s relationship, or will he be the author of the final chapter of their marriage?



Excerpt

Trembling, she looked at me with moist brown eyes that looked as if they were brimming with tears. A smile played uncertainly on her lips. Shyly with lowered eyelids she glanced at Dan quickly and then returned her gaze back to me. He reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt, pulling it up again until we could both see her panties, this time from the front. Her mound was prominent through the clinging fabric; her fine black neatly trimmed curls were clearly visible. A dark stain was spreading from the deep cleft between her legs just as if she had wet herself.

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