Max is taking a break from Spring Break with Damien to sprawl on Ciaran Dwynvil’s sofa today!
Check out their interview here!
Read an excerpt from Side Effects here.
It’s Saturday and time for some Seductive Studs! (Yes, I know, I’ve been AWOL for a few weeks.)
I’m returning to Summer of History, where we rejoin Ryan and Scott in flagrante delicto:
Ryan ran his teeth along Scott’s jaw to nibble at the soft skin beneath his ear. Scott grunted, deep in his throat. Ryan knew exactly where to tease him. As Ryan’s fingers massaged Scott’s muscular back, his mouth continued south over the hollow of the painter’s collarbone and across his chest to seize a nipple in its teeth.
As Ryan chewed and licked at the nub of flesh, Scott’s thrusts accelerated and his breath came in labored pants, gusting across Ryan’s shoulder. Scott pumped harder, driving his cock deeper into Ryan, who moaned as his nuts tightened, orgasm coiling in his groin.
“Oh, damn! Yeah, harder… harder!” demanded Ryan.
Scott obliged, slamming his hips against him as if trying to drive him through the headboard. Ryan gripped Scott’s upper arms, pulling himself against Scott’s cock, willing him deeper still. Scott thrust. Ryan pulled. Suddenly they both gasped as their bodies spasmed. Shaking, together their cocks pumped sprays of semen, hot spurts of electric, liquid fire. Thick trails of pearlescent come crossed Ryan’s chest, while Scott pulled out and tossed aside the condom. Fisting his cock, Scott added his own stands of milky fluid to the web on Ryan’s chest, before collapsing beside him.
“Shit,” whispered Scott. “That was some good make-up sex.”
“Yeah, like everything’s all better now.” With that Ryan got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
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Greetings, all! It’s time for Hump Day Hook! I’m continuing with Ark, so we can learn some more about Luk and his world:
Luk walked down the two levels to the Research Lab where he had his work assignment. Master Jon was called a botanist; he studied things called plants. Jon’s plants were green floppy things with hairy looking white bits that floated in trays of sticky liquid under blue lights. The lights made Luk’s skin glow oddly. According to the Tutor, Old Erth had once been covered with these plant-things, but they had been in the ground, not trays of biogel. Luk tried to imagine green things growing out of the floor. The thought made him queasy.
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Today I’m handing the reins off to Ciaran Dwynvil, who is making the rounds promoting his newest release, In Blue Poppy Fields.
With a unique voice and vivid descriptions, Ciaran populates his world with a great variety of individuals; an interview with one of whom he will be sharing later on.
Welcome, Ciaran! The blog is all yours…
Thank you, C.C., for having me as your guest today. I’m very excited to be here to tell you about my newest gay erotic paranormal fantasy, In Blue Poppy Fields. The book will please not only all fans of Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight… aka Guardian Demon, but also all readers who love vampires.
Though… maybe not all as vampire stories differ greatly. Some have gloomy, horror atmosphere, some are full of blood and violence, still others brim with dark sensuality. How should you know ours would be to your liking? Apart from reading a sample chapter on Amazon or Smashwords to get a feel of the tale, you can meet the men from our world in a series of interviews given as a part of the In Blue Poppy Fields release tour. Let’s first take a look at the book and then we can enjoy the interview with Vincent.
A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover his savior is a vampire. Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.
Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust. Yet, satiation of sensuous longing is not enough for his Sire and he knows it. When an eerie malady strikes and seems to deplete Sanyi’s life energy for unknown reasons, Adhemar understands his fears and agrees to keep a street boy, Reyach, as a pet for both of them in hope it will soothe the unspoken worries.
Out of necessity he finds himself in the role of the only hunter in their company, and out of attachment he accepts the responsibility readily. Indulgence in blood and carnal pleasures fills his nights and vampiric powers give him the feeling of safety. Until the evening when he carelessly falls prey to High Demon Belial’s plays that quickly turn into more than either of them has bargained for.
In spite of a hard start, Adhemar feels burning urge deep in his heart and no matter how much he denies it, the cause of the strange sensation is a budding seed of affection brought to life by the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what seemingly innocent Reyach plans.
A bright and crisp morning is kissing the frozen land and Adhemar and Sanyi dream their scarlet dreams in bed, kept warm by warming pans Vincent tucked under their blankets. It’s the time of the day when he would normally take a rest too. Nap he would. Just for a couple of hours to keep himself going. A valet to two vampires, he doesn’t indulge in long sleep. Today it will be even shorter than usually as he has agreed to meet me for an interview.
His body is lounging on the sofa and his eyes are closed when I sit down in my armchair. But he is not asleep. His eyelids open slowly and lazily when he feels I am ready to start. He has just been conserving his energy. Wise of him. “Good morning, Vincent,” I greet him and ask: “Have you had an easy night?”
“Good morning to you too, Ciaran,” he gives me a small smile and adds: “As easy as it could be.”
So, it was a hard one like all the others ever since Sanyi’s malady had struck. There is little I can do about it apart from going through our talk quickly not to rob him of the rest he needs. “I won’t hold you long today,” I promise and his smile of appreciation widens. We don’t need much talk to understand each other, he and me.
“Then by all means go ahead with the questions,” he prompts me and I ask: “What is your author like?” It still sounds strange to me to inquire about myself but they all read the questions in advance and agreed it should be kept there. It doesn’t make the moment any less awkward though. “Hardworking,” he says and it’s my turn to smile as I think the same of him. “To handle a daily job and spend every free moment to write for us, or to speak about our stories is not easy,” he continues and I soar on clouds of his praise.
“You know it brings me pleasure to write for all of you. It’s not work,” I say. “If somebody works really hard, it’s you.”
“You know it brings me pleasure,” he quips and I’m happy to be counted among those few who ever see a more playful part of his soul. Not just the stoic mask he puts on for most of the world.
“I believe the next question was about our world,” he changes the topic as if he has just heard my thoughts. Perhaps he has and I nod.
“This world brings mangled happiness,” he observes and I utter silently: “It does.” What irony to be a man to young immortals and still have to be concerned about their well-being. But Vincent doesn’t complain. “Still it is a good world to live in,” he confirms his optimistic view on things and I melt. If I had a man, I would like him to be like Vincent. I would like Vincent to be my man to be more precise. But I am not a noble to have a valet and there aren’t enough of hours in the day for him to squeeze in yet another master into his schedule. Two vampires to serve are just enough.
He must see my thoughts in my eyes as he arches his brow in amusement and I quickly leave my musing behind and give him the next question: “What do you want the readers to know about you?”
“That they need to look beyond what their eyes see if they’d like to understand me.” A cryptic answer as it is, it’s true and I have to chuckle. I know his story and still he has just managed to grab my interest. Do I really know everything about him? He keeps smiling at me softly, and patiently waits for my next question. Well, we will have plenty of time to deepen my understanding as the story continues with its second part. For now I ask: “What is the one thing you are proud of?”
“That Sanyi and Adhemar are safe. That’s the only thing that matters,” he speaks firmly, with conviction. Yes, he saved both of them and would do it again, should the need arise. I nod and bite my upper lip. For all the loyalty and devotion his heart brims with, he doesn’t know how to cure Sanyi’s malady. But we will not speak of it today. The story will unfold in its right time. “You saved them,” I praise him and add: “They won’t ever forget it.”
“Prithee, I just did what was needed,” he mumbles. Yes, I know, he rarely takes credit. His ego doesn’t really demand it. I don’t argue as I don’t wish to make him feel uneasy and instead I ask: “What would you never share?”
“Never say never in eternity. There are times when you have to share all with your close ones,” he remarks and once again, he is right. Has experience taught him such selflessness or has he always been like this? I’d like to know and perhaps will learn one day if he allows me to see his past in full. “That’s true, Vincent. You are a wise man if I may say so,” I offer and he gives me a small smirk together with: “If you say so.”
“What is your most intense pleasurable memory?” I steer our conversation to hopefully delightful recollections.
For a moment he inwardly debates his answer before he finally shares his thoughts: “Pleasurable… is an interesting word. It can encompass pain and suffering too. The moments can be bitter-sweet and perhaps more remembered for their taint than purity. But to answer your question… I find it pleasurable to feed young masters and the night when they both fed from me is unforgettable.”
“For me too,” I whisper and he nods. “Yes, you experience it all with us. Strange as it is… I think you are there with us. In our lives.”
True enough. I feel their pain and pleasure, tears and joy like my own. But that’s a topic for another, more private conversation and so for now I only agree: “I feel like that too.”
It seems he has expected this answer and doesn’t need to hear more. He tips his head in satisfaction and coaxes: “What’s the next question, Ciaran?”
“Who or what is the greatest love of your life?” I remind him of the list of questions and for once he gives me a truly boyish smirk. “I don’t think anybody needs to know.”
I chuckle and shake my head but yes, I respect his privacy. “Perhaps you could at least tell the readers about your best ever kiss,” I offer him an easy way to leave the previous topic.
“Kisses held little value to me when I still indulged in them. There are other pleasures these years that have wiped memories of kisses off,” he dodges the question in a way that piques my interest. “Like?” I prompt him to elaborate but he only adds one word: “Giving.”
I’m not surprised. Considering his most intense pleasurable memory, another reply wouldn’t do. “Shall we then share a snippet with giving?” I ask for his permission. “But of course. We would like people to read our story,” he agrees readily but I can see he is barely repressing a yawn of tiredness. He needs to sleep, I know.
“My thanks, Vincent, for our talk. Where can the readers meet you again?” I signal we are almost done with our chat for today. “My pleasure, Ciaran. In Blue Poppy Fields, that’s where they can meet me again. But now if you can excuse me…”
“Certes. Sleep well,” I bid him good morning and rise to my feet to leave the room. But before I do so, here is the promised snippet:
Pain pulsated through him in waves rising from his neck and wrist, rolling, rolling, rolling through his frame, joining together somewhere in his chest. But it was an agony of affection and he gave them his gift readily, relishing in the regular milking pulls against his wounds. They both fed in a gentler way now. Their inner beasts had calmed down under the soothing caresses of his powerful blood and neither of them tore his flesh in the effort to lacerate the veins and make them bleed harder. Only an angel’s blood had the power to turn rapacious savages into silently purring kittens. But they wouldn’t know. They would just think that attachment had stopped them in their attack, that it had made them savor the feelings of satiation slowly, gently, thoughtfully. In time, they would learn the same with each other. In time they would learn to truly control the scarlet rage, the needy rush, the desire to kill. In time… and it would take years, maybe decades. But they had all the time in the world and nowhere to hurry.
It can be read without being familiar with other books in the Guardian Demon Series but you now have an opportunity to win one of twelve copies of Trails of Love I Crawl, Part 1 that opens the beguiling world of this series. Participation is easy enough for anybody over the age of eighteen. The more you help others find me and the Guardian Demon Series books, the more chances you will have to win.
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Winners will be announced on my blog on the 11th of April. I hope to see your entry in the giveaway and thank you for your help in spreading the word of mouth about Guardian Demon Series.
With this I hand C.C.’s blog back over to him. It has been my pleasure to be your guest, C.C. Thank you for having me over today.
You’re welcome, Ciaran! And many thanks to Vincent for taking time out of his schedule to share with us.
In Blue Poppy Fields is definitely on my TBR list, so add it to yours as well!
‘Til next time!
For today’s hook I’ve decided to continue with Ark and trickle out a little more about Luk and his world:
30 Febru 215 ARY
This day in his fourteenth year Luk left his classroom, grasping his compad and focusing on nothing but his feet. Watching the gray and worn plastinel of the corridor pass, he blocked out the buzz of curious whispers and the hisses of disturbed complacency. He’d heard “that boy” or “gene freak” for so long that the phrases barely registered. He just couldn’t take the looks of fear when he glanced down at the whisperers—for Luk was now taller than all his classmates. Almost as big as Master Jon, the Head Tutor and largest man in the Ark, Luk found it easier to look at his shuffling feet.
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Greetings, all! Welcome to my stop on the Lucky in Love Blog Hop, where we’re talking about being “lucky in love” and what that means.
There is a Persian proverb that says,
“Go and wake up your luck.”
and Sophocles wrote,
“Chance never helps those who do not help themselves.”
In other words, one’s “luck” is manufactured by oneself!
So being “lucky in love” must be about putting yourself out there and taking chances. “Faint hear ne’er won fair lad.” No romance ever comes from sitting alone at home hoping for love or being fearful and not pursuing romance when it does show up.
This concept—being open and taking risk—plays a big part in my cowboy/BDSM novelette, Busting the Greenhorn.
Jake relents and, eventually, opens himself to some new experiences and finds something that he hadn’t expected—love.
Busting the Greenhorn is available at
Dozens of self-help guides advise “pursuing activities you enjoy in order to meet people with similar interests.” So here’s my question:
How would you like to (or did you) meet Mr. Right?
Leave your answer below to be entered into the drawings.
I’m giving away two prizes: 1) a $5 Amazon Gift Card and 2) a Lucky in Love shamrock magnet. The magnet—which I think is just perfect for this event—is handmade by a local artist I met when I stopped at the Spring Wicca/pagan Festival last weekend. You can visit his website by clicking on the picture. (Unfortunately the magnet is only available to entries from the continental US.)
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Good Luck and Happy Hopping!
‘Til next time!
Greetings, all! It is mid-week and time for some Hump Day Hooking!
I was in a bit of a quandary about what to post today. I have several works in progress, all in various stages of undress, and none screaming for particular attention. (Probably because I’m focused on a deadline at the end of the month.) So, since I’ve been diddling about in the historical past recently, I decided to go in the opposite direction. This week’s bit is from my dystopian story, Ark:
Luk was born into a world in which he had no place.
As a child he was unaware of that fact, raised as he was in the nursery with other children. They ate, slept, and studied together, unaware of their impending difference. At first the light olive tone of his skin had merely amused his pale, milky companions. The tight black fuzz which had begun to grow across his head seemed to concern the Matrons somewhat, although they never said as much. They would simply cluck their tongues while covering the stuff with a smelly cream and washing the lot away, all the while shushing his juvenile questions. By his tenth year the Matrons had given up on the cream and simply clipped the stuff weekly. At twelve he learned it was called hair. No one had had hair since the Ark had begun its long Journey.
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It’s Wednesday and that means it’s time for a Hump Day Hook!
Some commotion stirred the rear of the hall; heads swiveled and necks bowed as the audience members whispered one to another. Jonathan recognized his father’s seneschal, Ziba, moving across the back of the chamber. The family retainer was accompanied by a tall young man who looked every which way, trying to take in all there was to be seen. Jonathan suppressed a smile. What a rube!
The crowd parted as the newcomers strode forward to stand before King Saul. The young man was… a vision… so handsome that he had to be an angel—although surely no angel would look so travel worn. The youth was lean and bronzed with dark hair; he made brief eye contact with Jonathan. When he looked away, Jonathan had to force himself to breathe—the young man’s piercing blue eyes had completely entranced him.
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As I’m celebrating the release of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance through the Ages—a great collection edited by Rob Rosen and released by MLR Press, my clip today is from my contribution, Giant Killer, the 1000 BC entry in the anthology.
The handsome warrior was more than an ordinary soldier; he was the king’s son. Surely he will have no time for a shepherd. David had clearly heard Jonathan’s frustration when he got saddled with his care. Silently he followed behind.
Jonathan’s chamber befit a soldier—sparse and spare, the room was little more than utilitarian—yet David could still tell he was with royalty. Rich woods and textiles comprised what masculine furnishings there were. A hint of cloves seemed to hang in the air. There was no decoration.
“As my father decided, that is to be your bed.” Jonathan pointed to a small cot shoved into a corner. Spare pieces of armor were stacked nearby.
“Th—thank you, my lord.” David looked around the room, missing the simplicity of Jesse’s house. His excitement had waned, and never had he wished so much to be in Bethlehem. Suddenly he felt very much alone.
“There is water and a basin so you may wash and change clothing.”
“Yes, my lord,” he replied, keeping his eyes averted. Looking at Jonathan just made his heart race and his mouth dry—it was easier to look at the floor or walls—anywhere but at the attractive soldier.
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