This blog is my way of promoting and paying a small tribute to the amazing authors and their incredible works I enjoy. I have had the pleasure of pre-reading/pre-editing for some of them and simply enjoyed reading others. Any way you look at it, they have brought some light to my life and I'd like to pass that on to others, so sit back and find yourself a book to get lost in. Enjoy ...
A mutual interest in art draws two shy university students
together. Ben admires Vinnie’s painting of the university building, so Vinnie
invites him to an exhibition of his artwork. From a wealthy family, Ben
purchases some of Vinnie’s art and arranges for the artist to personally hang
the paintings in his apartment.
Starry, starry night...
Ben commissions Vinnie to paint his portrait, in order to
spend more time with the artist. On the night of the sitting, Vinnie
fingerpaints the starry night on Ben’s chest... and they kiss. They begin a
relationship beneath the night sky, God’s own canvas.
But every relationship has its ups and downs and so it is
with theirs. When Ben thinks Vinnie spends too much time with a fellow artist,
his jealousy drives a wedge between them and forces Vinnie into the very thing
Hold tight to your dreams...
Ben and Vinnie will have to walk through fire before they can find one another again. But if they believe, and if they keep their faith in the night sky and each other, just maybe they can make their dreams of love come true.
led me across the room, pulling me by the shirt. “Lie back on the sofa for me
and I'll paint you.”
if in a dream, I settled my head against one arm of the sofa, my legs dangling
over the other end, scarcely breathing now. Vinnie knelt on the floor beside me
with an open pot of paint in his hand.
he dipped his index finger into the dark blue paint as if it were cream he
would lick off. His finger connected with my skin and he made short strokes
across my chest, the coldness of the paint making me shiver.
by the closeness of his beautiful face, the view of the night sky through the
window, and the picture forming upon my chest, I watched as dab after dab and
stroke after stroke he built up a mix of shades, until a dark night sky with
the moon and stars were there to be seen—a masterpiece, drying on the warmth of
my blazing skin, a transient thing of beauty. His fingers skimmed my skin
causing gooseflesh to ripple in waves down my arms and thighs. My nipples
pebbled in response to his touch.
when he was done, his lips met mine in a languid kiss; how our first kiss
should have been—sweet, innocent, and full of promise. He pulled away, smiling
down at me.
Blunt writes contemporary gay romance and erotica. She loves to explore the
relationship between two men and the intensity of their physical and emotional
attraction. Angst often features in her stories as she feels this demonstrates
the depth of the men’s feelings for each other. Lily is forever writing
imaginary scenes and plots in her head, but only a few ever make it to the
page—there never seems to be enough hours in the day despite having left the
teaching profession to concentrate on her writing!
discovered the wonderful world of m/m romance novels four years ago via fan
fiction and went on to write stories in her spare time. With the encouragement
of her friends and readers she decided to publish some of her work.
several self-published stories available on Amazon. She is also published with
Torquere Press and Wayward Ink Publishing.
distracted from her writing, Lily makes videos using clips from gay-themed
movies and posts gorgeous pictures of men kissing or making out on her tumblr
and Facebook pages. Lily is also an avid supporter of GLBTQ rights and
advocates equality for all.
Lily lives in central England with her rather bemused husband, two twenty-something children, and a 'mad as a bag of frogs' Shetland Sheepdog.
Jade has worked as a Seductor in a
secret organization for five years now. Her main job? To earn the trust of her
targets and secure the object or information her company was hired to steal—by
any means necessary. She’s damn good at it, too. With five years left on her
contract, she is handed an assignment that turns her world upside down.
Oliver Kirkham is the attractive, young
CEO of Kirkham Industries, a weapons manufacturing company, and is currently in
possession of some very important blueprints—blueprints that could change the
way war, as we know it, works. He’s extremely focused and doesn’t have time to
date, at least until he comes to the rescue of a shy but very alluring Jade
What happens when one night of passion turns into more? Will Jade allow
her feelings for Oliver to get in the way of her mission? Or will she do what she
was hired to do and secure the steal?
wined and dined me with style. The conversation followed effortlessly, and a
few hours later we were back in the bar having a nightcap.
really can’t thank you enough for dinner, Oliver.”
was my pleasure, Jade. I’ve enjoyed your companionship immensely tonight.”
you really own your own company?”
do you ask that?” he chuckled into his coffee.
so young and…fun. I thought CEOs were supposed to be bald with beer
bellies, and be too stressed out to even crack a smile.”
those the kind of CEOs you have as your clients?”
interior art skills of yours—how much do they cost?”
you interested in utilizing my skills, Oliver?”
very interested, Miss Gibbs.” Oliver’s look became almost predatory.
we should take this conversation elsewhere, then?” I suggested, looking around
did you have in mind?” he asked, moving a little closer, his hand lightly
skimming my leg.
was thinking of retiring for the night. It’s getting quite late,” I breathed,
stretching out to play with his tie.
I was kind of hoping for some company,” I whispered timidly, pushing off my
stool and slowly walking toward the lobby area. Counting to five, I turned to
see Oliver walking toward me, looking dark and dangerously handsome. I was
actually looking forward to seeing if this guy was any good in bed.
pushed the button for the elevator and leaned against the wall just as he
caught up with me.
hope I’m reading these signs correctly,” he grinned just as the elevator doors
opened. With a small grin, I stepped in and pulled him with me. Oliver crashed
his lips against mine right as the doors closed behind us.
was second nature to me. I could fake desire, even if it felt like I was
kissing a wet fish, but as Oliver lifted me by my ass and pinned me against the
elevator wall, I groaned in actual pleasure. I didn’t have to fake it.
Desire flooded through my veins as I ran my hands into his dark hair.
you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving down my neck while his hands
began to fumble for the hem of my dress. I was about to start dry humping the
guy if he kept on like he was.
I groaned as his hands worked their way under my dress and he gripped my ass
cheeks roughly. “Oliver…ugh…which floor?” He leaned toward the elevator buttons
with me still wrapped around him, and pressed a button before quickly returning
to attacking my neck.
saw you the moment I walked into the bar tonight,” he purred, his hands running
slowly down my chest. Both my legs were wrapped around his waist. “And I wanted
flattered,” I said, forcing a blush. The elevator opened and Oliver finally let
me go. As I slid down his body, I could feel his muscles through his shirt.
Mm…it really was going to be a fun few months.
want you to know I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” I muttered, playing
with the zipper on my purse while he opened his bedroom door.
do I.” He shook his head as if to clear it from a random thought, and somehow,
I didn’t believe him. He was too smooth and confident to have never picked a
girl up in a bar before.
your room is so much bigger than mine!” I acted awestruck, gazing around as I
placed my bag on a table. “Is this just the living area?” I gasped, turning to
see that he was suddenly right in front of me. He responded by crashing his
lips against mine while backing me against the wall.
don’t want to make small talk anymore. I just want to fuck you, Jade,” he
growled into my ear. Holy crap! I was so turned on; I could feel the wetness
between my legs begin to flow. His hands came back up underneath my dress, but
rather than grab my ass like he had in the elevator, he simply pulled my
panties down. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
It was a plea, because in that moment, I’d never wanted anything more. I heard
his belt buckle and the sound of foil before he was suddenly slamming me hard
against the wall. Fuck, I’d dreamed of being taken this way, but never once had
I thought it would happen. Who was this guy?
going to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before,” he smoldered into my
ear. His fingers slowly teased my entrance and I arched my back, needing more.
“I can feel how much you want this. I know your kind—shy and withdrawn. Let me
free you. Let me release the desire I know is inside you.” Oh, this guy had no
idea just how much desire was inside me. I wrapped my legs tightly
around his waist, drawing him toward me before I bit down on his neck.
yes,” Oliver growled, and with one deep thrust he was inside me.
never been fucked this hard before. I was wanton. I needed everything the guy
could give me as he slammed into me over and over again while I was pinned
against the wall. “You feel so good,” he panted between thrusts.
"Fuck me harder!" I was totally breaking character, but I'd never had a man bring me to orgasm without my help before, and right now, I needed that moment more than the air I breathed.
You better brace yourself then.” Oliver gripped my legs and rotated his hips
before pushing deeper and faster inside me.
I could make sense of what was happening, I felt myself begin to build—the
feeling becoming warmer and more intense with each of his movements. This guy
was going to make me cum. Jade Phillips—top Seductor—was finally going to cum
by the power of a man!
it to me, Jade. Don’t you fucking dare deny yourself!” Oliver could feel my
orgasm begin to take control, so he slid his fingers between us, circling my
clit to help ease my release out.
I did explode, it was earth shattering.
I groaned, my entire body trembling.
continued to pound into me until he found his own release. “Fuck, yes,
Jade…ugh…ugh…I knew you’d make me cum this hard!” Oh my God! He looked so hot
when he climaxed.
was still pinned against the wall, held up by his arms as we regulated our
see?” Oliver finally spoke. “I knew there was a wild girl in there somewhere.”
About the Author
B.L. Wilde is a British
author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories. Supported
fully by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next
journey into the world of erotica began when she started writing online stories
over three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since.
*I was given an ARC in return for an honest review.*
I loved the premise of this book ... girl's family thinks she needs/has a boyfriend, she asks a friend to pose as her boyfriend, fake boyfriend confesses his true love for her.
This book has great 'bones'. I am hoping with the way the book ended there will be a continuation, maybe a series of novellas. I would've loved to have known some more backstory on Lanie and Lucas. We get the hint of there being some sort of 'family issues' on Lucas' side and then also on Lanie's when she goes home for the wedding. I think there needed to be a bit more development of those characters before it jumped right into them being friends who lived together and then as a 'fake couple'.
I did love Willard. He was hysterical. We all have those crazy family members we hope to keep stashed away somewhere and we don't ever want to introduce to anyone.
That being said, his humor was very late teen-early twenties male funny. There's talk of poop, being locked in an outhouse ... if this is something you can't get a laugh out of or it squicks you out, you've been warned.
I did truly enjoy this book and I hope to see more from Flora, like I said, possibly a continuation into a series with these characters.
A week or so ago I announced release day for The Truth in Lies by Jeanne McDonald and today I'm proud to say this is a stop on her blog tour.
Today I'm going to give you a little glimpse into the story, a bit of info on your author, links where you can get your hands on it & also a chance to enter in the great giveaways she's offering!
Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of
five, when her mother considered the truth to be a lie thanks to her extensive
embellishment to the retelling of an event.
She wrote her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at
the age of sixteen she tried her hand at poetry. She reconnected with her love for writing in
2010 thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend.
passions include a “mild” Starbucks addiction, music, quotes, movies, and
romance.When she is not spending time
with her family, she can be found reading, writing, chatting with her friends
or diligently working toward her Bachelor's degree in Speech Pathology and
Audiology.A proud Texan, she currently
resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.
To see the beautiful video trailer for this book, click here.
He leaned forward on his hands, one knee placed on the sofa into a near crouching position. His back arched high, lifting his t-shirt up to expose his succulent muscled stomach as he moved toward me. "Andy, whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it," I warned him, scooting away from him.
"What are you afraid of, Mickie?"
He dropped his flip-flops onto the floor, his eyes wild and playful. He inched forward, placing both knees on the couch. I pushed myself up against the arm of the sofa, holding my knees to my chest.
"Really, Andy, stop it now," I screeched in a high pitch shrill.
Drew lunged for me, catching me by the leg. Dragging me underneath him, he pressed his body against mine, holding me in place. I flattened my hands against his shoulders pushing him as hard as I could, breathless by the amount of weight he was enforcing on me. Without warning his fingers made contact with my sides. I squirmed against his ministrations as he started to tickle me.
"Andy...no...stop...please," my words came out as mere breaths.
Drew encircled my legs with his, holding them to the surface of the cushions. With one hand he tied my hands above my head while his other continued to torture my ribs. I was his prisoner; unable to disentangle myself from his prowess.
"I never lose, and if I somehow do, I always get my justice," he whispered huskily in my ear.
I wiggled and squirmed, squealing in laughter. With each movement of my body my shirt would rise, but so would his. our bare skin pressed against each other as perspiration began to build. Electricity crackled around the room. Our breathing became heavier and deeper. His hand reached between my knees, tickling inside my leg. I bucked and kicked in efforts to escape his relentless torture.
"Andy, please," I pleaded.
The atmosphere in the room shifted. What was playful banter had changed into heady desire. He released my hands, and brushed my hair back from my face.
Every nerve in my body felt where our skin met. My hands slipped between us, pressing against his sculpted chest. His heart raced against my fingertips.
His hand slid over my hip leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Mickie," he whispered my name like a sincere prayer.
A deep moan escaped my lungs as his fingers glided over my rib cage. The thin fabric of my tank top wasn't enough to eliminate the heat of his hand from penetrating my burning skin.
His eyes fluttered closed. A throaty groan rumbled from his chest. His thumb breezed along the curve of my breast. I shivered in excitement. The pressure of his weight burrowed down on me.
Every ripple of his stomach, the firmness of his arms, the muscles in his legs, they all encompassed me. His eyes open and a tender smile caressed his lips. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
I was intoxicated with the smell of his breath washing over my face. I closed my eyes in anticipation of our lips
touching. His hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. His fingers crowned the back of my head, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel the effects of his kiss even before his lips touched mine.