Now I really am not much for posting videos and such … BUT … I came across this one and it was well done and touching, so here it is:
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Wonderful read! This was my first outing with Ariel Tachna, and I was not disappointed.
I was drawn to this book for the steampunk elements and found the world building to be quite believable with no over-stretched science. The main characters were well-developed and engaging with interesting secondaries along the way. The story moved along nicely with a couple of rounded out sub-plots.
All in all a delightful piece which I definitely recommend!
This week’s six continue from Side Effects and follow directly from last week’s snippet, where Damien revealed his attraction to Max:
“Yeah, you,” Damien replied, cocking his head to the left, which threw a lock of brown hair across his forehead.
God, how I wanted to touch those curls; but I focused on wiping the ketchup off my pants leg—and ignoring the fullness that was developing in my crotch. “Well, that’s … uh … unexpected.”
Damien threw his hands up. “I knew it was going to weird you out–I should have simply kept my mouth shut.” Leaning back in the booth, he scrubbed his face with his palms and moaned, “Jeez, I am soooo stupid!”
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‘Til next time!
My newest release, Working Trade, is now available! It features four stories: Tools of the Trade, in which a disgruntled construction manager plays Cupid for two of his charges; in American Cocksuckers a travelling biker discovers the joy of rest stop fellatio; Sky Riding introduces a California guy to some unadvertised attractions on the carnival midway; and finally a painter teaches his protégé that beauty truly is in the Eye of the Beholder.
Working Trade is available at all my usual etail locations! Download a copy today!
This week I’m returning to my WIP, Side Effects. (If you’d like to catch up, click here.)
Our narrator, Max, and his psychology lab partner, Damien, have taken a dinner break during which Damien has dropped a small bomb on unsuspecting Max:
“I’m gay,” Damien told his plate, “but I don’t know if I should be telling you–I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Feigning nonchalance I definitely didn’t feel, I picked up a French fry and dragged it through my ketchup. “Noah’s my best friend; so why should your being gay make me uncomfortable?”
“Max,” Damien looked up to meet my gaze, “I’m betting that Noah doesn’t dream about you.”
The French fry landed in my lap.
“M … me?”
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The first SSS post from the new site! Yeah!
This week’s six come from Eye of the Beholder, one of the stories in Working Trade, my mini-collection of blue collar erotica which releases later this week.
When I met Carlo Montevecchio, he was eating oranges while a man with black hair and full, red lips sucked on his cock. This scene took place in the garden of Carlo’s home in Rome on a summer day that shimmered a pale gold, like late afternoon sun on the Tiber. Carlo lounged on a wooden chair in the shade of an ancient birch tree, surrounded by the bright bobbing heads of pink and scarlet poppies. He was naked, and the man—also naked—knelt between his legs with several inches of Carlo’s prick down his throat.
Carlo patiently separated the segments of an orange he had taken from a large blue bowl that sat on the table next to his chair, peeling the juicy curves one from another, and slowly placed them between his lips. Holding the fruit in his long, thick fingers, he resembled a giant pulling apart sections of a small world and devouring them, one by one.
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