Spring Fling Manlove Hop – Day Two

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Hi, everyone!

It’s time for a second post for the Spring Fling Blog Hop!

Our first order of business is a surprise drawing!

From the Day One posts a visitor was selected to receive an e-copy of either

C.C. Williams Busting the Greenhorn

Busting the Greenhorn or Side Effects C.C. Williams Side Effects Cover

And that winner is…. Laura!

(To collect your prize, just reply to my email.)

Click on the covers to read an excerpt.

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I’m giving away more stuff, so following today’s excerpt, there is another opportunity…

This excerpt is from my soon to be released historical novelette, The Greek Room. TGR follows Christos, a recent Greek emigre, as he navigates his new life in an English nobleman’s household:

Christos’ head was swimming.

The suite of rooms was larger than their entire house in Arpos. A sitting room furnished in heavy chintz pieces connected to a bedroom dominated by a four-poster bed; there was even an adjoining bathroom, gleaming with white tile. James set the tiny valise at the foot of the enormous bed. “This is the best bed in this wing.” He brushed at the counterpane. “Care to give it a tumble?”

Christos turned around; James stood close behind him. “Excuse me?”

The Englishman took his hat from his hand and tossed it onto a table. “I asked… if you’d… like… to fuck.” James’ hands settled on his shoulders, neither pushing nor pulling. This close to the servant, Christos realized a spicy scent, like cloves or cinnamon, hung about him.

“Wha—“Christos swallowed with difficulty. “Why would you ask that?”

“Why not? You’re a fine looking fellow. And you are Greek after all, aren’t you?” James’ fingers had found their way under his suit coat and were gliding over his chest. “Nice and solid, too—just like I like.”

Christos’ thoughts spun. Never had anyone approached him so brashly. He was adept at the dance of secret glances and small gestures that was the way of the tavernas; but to have a man—particularly one as handsome as James—offer sex directly sent him into a spiral. Fear and surprise struggled with a desire that had smoldered since he entered the manor house.

Lust won.

Romantic_003Gripping James by the neck, Christos captured those full lips and drove the Englishman backwards towards the bed. Before he had even rumpled the counterpane, James had undone his tie, ripped open his shirt and was pushing Christos’ coat off his shoulders. The Greek youth released his companion just long enough to fling the jacket away and scramble out of his own clothing. James used the respite to shrug out of his braces and kick his trousers aside before lying back on his elbows across the bed and massaging his rising erection. “Oi, mate! You’re bloody fuckin’ gorgeous.”

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**Contest Number Two: Like my Facebook Author’s page and post your favorite ManLove photo in the Facebook comment section for today’s post. Winner will be chosen from qualifying FB posts and will win…???

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Be sure to visit and participate on all the stops for lots of chances to win!

*Also, don’t miss out on the Rafflecopter drawing:

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Spring Fling Manlove Hop – Day One

Spring Fling Blog Hop

Happy Spring, everybody! Welcome to C.C. Williams Online! Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a long-time reader, I’m glad that you’ve stopped by! We’re going to have a bit of fun, some games, lots of manlove—complete with prizes—so you’ll want to check back throughout the Spring Fling Blog Hop. You don’t know what you might miss if you don’t!

Today I’m sharing a clip from one of my short stories, Robin’s Hood, which appears in Shane Allison’s collection, Big Man on Campus: Fresh Gay Erotica, available from Cleis Press. For the beginning of our blog hop, what better place to start than a first kiss…

Tom sat back against the edge of a picnic table and pulled Patrick to him, enclosing him in the circle of his arms. His eyes searched Patrick’s face.

Romantic_004Patrick’s heart hammered in his chest, and his mouth was dry. He felt the heat of Tom’s body where his arms pressed against the blond man’s chest. Conscious that he wanted to be nearer that heat, Patrick pulled his arms free and held Tom in turn, his hands resting upon slim hips. Taut muscles moved under the clothing beneath his fingers.

Tom cocked his head to the side, one half dark in shadow, one half bright. His eyes glittered in the moonlight.

Patrick could make out the trace of beard that lined Tom’s jaw and lips. He wanted to feel those lips, taste them. He leaned closer. Tom’s hair brushed his forehead; damp with sweat, it smelled of salt and springtime.

Tom closed the distance; their lips met, soft and cautious, as their arms pulled them together. Patrick’s world became the kiss. Supple and luxuriant, Tom’s lips and mouth overwhelmed his awareness; Tom’s tongue joined the melee and Patrick’s answered in kind. He tasted the spicy bite of gin, mixed with citrus. Tom nipped at his tongue, then bit softly into his lower lip as if Patrick were his to consume whole. Patrick gasped. Breathing seemed secondary.

Just as their mouths moved against each other, their bodies sought to be closer still. Hands clawed at fabric, seeking the touch of skin on skin. Turning them around, Tom broke the kiss and pressed Patrick backward until he lay atop the table.

Robin’s Hood also appears in my newest personal collection, Those Grandville Guys. To pick up an e-copy, visit one of these retailers:

Those Grandville Guys

All Romance eBooks  |  Amazon  |  Etsy  |  Smashwords

Check out other great stops on the Spring Fling Blog Hop–

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3 – 2 – 1 – Blast Off The New Year!

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Happy New Year!

Looking for something fun to kick off 2014? Well, check out our party over at Chelsea Rafferty’s Facebook event!

Over 40 authors are presenting games and quizzes and other neat things to do from today through the 9th. All sorts of things are available as prizes, as well as TWO Kindle Fires and THREE $25 Amazon gift cards as grand prizes!

Those Grandville Guys coverThose Grandville Guys is the book I’m promoting. I’m scheduled on Monday, the 6th (so mark your calendars), but definitely stop by every day and check out the other authors. Everybody has cool stuff for prizes—from ebooks to fun swag to signed copies. And there are already some hot pics posted too!

Those Grandville Guys is now available in ebook, and for those old schoolers out there, the paperback edition is in final production and will be available soon. Hint: You can earn additional points in the Grand Prize drawing through purchases of the featured books.

All Romance eBooks  |  Amazon  |  Etsy

Happy New Year and see you on the 6th!

‘Til next time!

Slippery When Wet Blog Hop

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Greetings, everybody!

If you’re a first-time visitor, thanks for coming! If you’re a regular, welcome back!

Given the hop’s title, I naturally thought about water when it came to picking a topic. But just plain water wouldn’t do, so something water-related… and sexy… seemed more in order. That, of course, led me to deciding to present an excerpt from Coxswain All The Way which appears in my most recent collection Sophomore Season. Now I couldn’t do a post with just an excerpt and some promo…

So, since Coxswain All The Way is about rowing and there’s nothing sexier than rowers—except naked rowers—I have to give a shout out to the Warwick University Boat Club‘s (UK) senior men, who for the fourth year are presenting their Naked Rowers Calendar!

Warwick's Naked Rowers

Click the photo to visit their shop for calendars, photos, even video! Proceeds benefit not only the Boat Club, but also go towards fighting bullying and homophobia! And for those that like some naked girls, the Women’s team has done their own this year as well.

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Now for a clip from Coxswain All The Way:

Derek just happened to be riding through Kentucky in the passenger seat of Kevin Patterson’s stripped-down van with seven hunky guys sleeping behind him. With only two seats in the van—one for the driver and another for a passenger, the team took turns in them. At night, since they were driving nonstop, the navigator’s job was to keep himself and the driver awake.

Derek felt lucky not only to be part of an outstanding team but also to be sitting next to Mac, talking about everything and nothing while the rest of the boat slept. MacIntyre Davidson Holbrook was a sight to behold. At six feet three and 210 pounds with short blond hair in tight small curls, he would give Adonis a run for his money—blue-green eyes and little hair on his body only added to his advantages. His chest looked shaved—all the better probably to show off his awesome definition. Since they weren’t in the same dorm, Derek had only seen him in the showers after a couple of regattas. If his lax uncut dick was any indicator, he had a hefty piece between his legs.

Still early spring, the weather cooled off at night; with heading south the rowers anticipated the warmer climate, and their clothes had changed accordingly. Mac wore cut-off sweats, a D&G tee-shirt with the sides ripped out and his ever-present Vans. Since Mac sat twenty feet away from Derek in the “engine room” (the four seats in the middle of the 60-foot-long boat), the coxswain hadn’t developed as close a relationship with the rower as he had with Jake, the crew’s stroke, who sat only two feet or so in front of him. In fact, he and Mac had seldom talked about anything but crew. The night wore on, and they grew more comfortable with more than just small talk. The conversation moved from general banter to deeper but still impersonal things to more personal topics.

It was inevitable they’d eventually talk about sex.

The conversation began as a detached, almost academic, discussion. When they did get more specific, Mac used the word person, as in “I was really attracted to this person” rather than “I was really attracted to this girl.” This peculiar usage piqued Derek’s interest—he often said the same thing. He wondered if Mac’s motivation was the same as his.

I have to find out. But how?

The conversation lulled, and Derek steered the topics back to high school sports. After hearing about Mac’s prowess as a wrestler, Derek related his accomplishments in swimming and water polo.

With his bona fides established, he told Mac how he’d always admired wrestlers, especially their muscle mass. “It’s like those statues the Greeks and Michelangelo made. God, I wish I could develop a body like that!”

“There’s nothing wrong with your body.” Mac noted, “You’ve just gotta realize most of it’s genetic. You’ve got that lean, muscular swimmer’s build most people would kill for.”

Heat crawled up Derek’s neck, and he opened his window a bit. “Thanks.” Emboldened by Mac’s level-headed response, he decided to go out on a limb. “One of my motives for getting involved with crew was—“Uncertainty stuck in his throat as he nudged closer to the edge, and he coughed. “Was to be able to admire—at close range—such specimens of male anatomy, like…” Then he jumped off, “Like you.”

Mac had been animated up until then, but now he stared at the oncoming road, silent and pensive.

Derek’s pulse pounded in his head. Did I blow it?

He stared straight ahead as well, watching the white lines run through the headlights and under the van. “Sorry if I offended you, Mac. I hope you don’t think…” Derek struggled to find the words to argue—convincingly—he wasn’t queer. Quickly he glanced at Mac.

Lit by the green instrument lights, the rower’s handsome profile pulled at something in Derek’s chest. Facing forward, Derek peripherally saw Mac’s hand creep toward his crotch. He risked another peek at him. For an instant their eyes met before Mac’s hand quickly returned to the wheel, leaving behind a tent in his sweats!

That was the green light Derek had been hoping for.

Unbuckling his seat belt, Derek shifted to face Mac, who when he heard the click looked over, his eyes wide and fearful. The rest of the boat slept on the floor behind them. Mac glanced at the rear-view mirror, terror at being discovered quivering along every lovely muscle.

“Take it easy, Mac,” Derek whispered. “They’re all asleep. You know we both want the same thing. I think you’re one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and just want to make you feel good and have some fun at the same time.”

Squirming around, Derek knelt on the floor and reached across the engine cover toward his prize. Before grabbing it though, he decided to check out the rest of Mac. He stretched a hand into the loose top and ran his palm over Mac’s stomach. Silken skin covered the rower’s washboard abs. His fingers scaled that magnificent torso, eventually reaching his pecs. With an elbow resting against Mac’s cock, Derek’s fingers traced the sharp definition between his firm pecs and his abs. Mac inhaled sharply but maintained control of the van. On their pass across his chest, the wandering fingers touched his left nipple. He exhaled with a sigh. Small and hard, the nub was quite sensitive. A tentative index finger caressed the hard flesh, and the lump pressing against Derek’s elbow twitched and grew even larger.

After playing with the more accessible of Mac’s nipples, Derek ran my fingers down the valley between those pecs and, farther down, along his abs. Derek had to touch those chest muscles again. He reached up and placed his whole hand over Mac’s right pec, the nipple jabbing the middle of his palm. Hand pressed hard against the muscle, he rubbed in a slow, firm, swirling motion. With each circle he released a bit of the pressure until the palm barely grazed Mac’s aroused nipple.

Mac struggled to keep from jabbing the accelerator to the floor. He groaned, producing quiet little sounds of pleasure. Looking up at his chiseled features, illuminated by the faint dashboard lights, Derek trailed his hand down to Mac’s belly. The rower whispered, “My dick, dude, my dick. Take it out.”

Not one to wait for a second invitation, Derek pulled the drawstring on the sweats and untied them. That done, Mac used his free hand to pull his tee-shirt up over his head, baring his torso from throat to pubes. He raised himself off the seat a bit so Derek could pull down his pants for better access to an amazingly fat and long joystick. Nested in downy blond hair, Mac’s cock was a sight to behold. Derek gasped. Just looking at it, arched against that perfect stomach, was orgasm inducing.

Thanks for reading!

To enter the Giveaways, leave a comment below and let us know how you like to get wet!

A randomly selected comment will receive an e-format version of Sophomore Season. All comments with email addresses will be entered in the drawing. Leaving a comment also gets you an entry toward the Grand Prize—the hopper with the most entries from all sites on the Hop will receive a $50 Amazon gift card!

Stop next door for some Seductive Studs and then check out the other Slippery Bloggers:


‘Til next time!

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Hump Day Hook – 01 May 2013

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Greetings, all! It’s Hump Day! And even better—it’s a giveaway day!

Yep! Each author on the HDH loop is hosting a giveaway, so be sure to visit everybody for lots of chances to win!

For today’s hook, I’m continuing with my WIP, Ark. If you would like to catch up with Luk and his world, click here.

Luk dropped down and sat on his haunches, a thumbnail trapped between his teeth. The misteree called to him. What was behind the rack? Why wasn’t it in the schematics? He glanced from the shelves to the hallway and back.

With a sharp nod, Luk crept across the room, quickly looking up and down the companionway. Master Jon was occupied out of sight, whistling tunelessly as he worked. Luk keyed the lock code, and the entry slid closed with a soft shush.

Quickly he unloaded the contents of the shelves, piling the containers wherever they might fit. Next went the entire section of shelving, each piece stacked neatly to the side. The exposed bulkhead resembled every other section of wall in the Ark—gray plastinel squares joined to more gray plastinel squares. Luk examined the segment and could find no irregularity, hearing only a hollow thump with every tap. He poked and prodded along the connections and was rewarded with a snick. A section had come loose.

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Image courtesy of nuttakit at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Luk let out the breath he’d been holding. Grabbing hold he pulled, and the entire section swung out to reveal a door—a really strange door.

So, what’s beyond the door?

Leave a comment with what you think lies beyond the hidden door—along with your valid email address—to be entered in a drawing for a $5 Amazon gift card!

Be sure to check out more of the Hump Day giveaways here.

‘Til next time!

Giveaways!

Side Effects Cover to Midnight Incantation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that Side Effects and Midnight Incantation are out—and selling smartly—and I have a new Facebook Author page, I think it’s time to give some stuff away! Woo-hoo!

CONTEST #1

3 eformat copies of Side Effects to be awarded.

Simply leave a comment here on the blog letting everyone know what your side effects of winning would be. Be sure to include your valid email address.

Three winners will be drawn randomly from all valid comments posted by Thursday 31 January at 11:59 pm (MST). Winners will be notified by email; failure to respond within 24 hours will constitute waiver, and another winner will be drawn.

[UPDATE] Congrats to Andrea, Karl and Urbanista!

CONTEST #2

2 eformat copies from my backlist to be awarded.

Simply “Like” my new Author Page on Facebook!

Two winners will be drawn randomly from all “Like”s posted by Thursday 31 January at 11:59 pm (MST). Winners will be notified through FB and posted here; failure to respond within 24 hours will constitute waiver, and another winner will be drawn.

CONTEST #3 (ongoing)

I’m starting a monthly drawing from my email subscribers for a back list title!

Drawings will be on the 1st of each month from all current subscribers. To enter simply be on the email list! If you’re not yet a subscriber, use the box up top of the sidebar to join or go here. Easy!

Good luck to everyone who enters!

‘Til next time!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Time again for those galloping ghosts and bumpy, creepy sounds in the night!

Growing up, I looked forward to Halloween—it was always my favorite holiday. (Had a lot to do with getting to be someone other than who I was). As well, my friend Cody, who lived just up the street, always had the coolest house and costumes; his mom had been a special effects/makeup artist in Hollywood! Probably didn’t hurt that he was a looker as well! 😉

Some of my fondest memories are the parties my mother would throw—I would prefer a Halloween party over a birthday party anytime! She had everything: from the de rigeur smoking punch bowl and ghostly organ music to bleeding candles and a bowl of spaghetti and peeled grapes masquerading as eyeballs and worms. Keep in mind this is the seventies we’re talking about—before all the really over the top decor we have available through retail today.  Where would we be without Halloween Express?

So in that spirit of creepy fun and excitement, I have some treats and tricks for my readers!

First is a limited-release free read! All day today (10/31/2012 from 00:01 am to 11:59 pm PDT), there will be a special page to download a PDF of my new erotic horror short, Midnight Incantation. Just click on the title.

Second is some eye-candy. Here are some Halloween hotties and cuties in costume*:

Last is a tricky treat. Discover the secret of the following blurb to one of my stories:

Just a college kid.

One loner.

A night that echoes recurring nightmares.

Leave a comment with your answer, along with the title of the related story. All the correct pairs will be entered in a drawing for a copy of my upcoming novella, Side Effects. So be sure that your email is correct!

*Thanks to the folks at foter.com for the pics, and to these contributors: calvinfleming, Darwin Bell, enric archivell, San Diego Shooter and sea turtle. If we missed someone, our apologies! Drop us an email and we’ll add you in.