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Foster an Author Week: Day 1 with TM Smith

October 19, 2015 by Denise

At Two Chicks Obsessed, we were lucky enough to be asked to participate in Fostering an Author week, hosted by Jo&Isa Love Books.

We are so lucky to have the lovely TM Smith to chat with all week, so sit back and learn more about the author, and everything to do with her works!

Fame and Fortune Playlist Day 1

Playlist with Song tie in Part 1

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Good Morning everyone, and thanks to the lovely ladies for adopting me this week. I think it’s time to settle down with a cup of coffee, perhaps a mimosa, and talk about some tunes!

Every song on the playlist has meaning and relates to something in the book. Sia – Elastic Heart has to be one of my personal favorites. The song itself holds a multitude of meaning. Some say it’s a father’s heart break over his child growing up. In Fame and Fortune you could take it out of context that Mattie would have given anything to have his parents feel that way about him. The chorus of the song, Elastic Heart, it’s very much Mattie. With everything he’s been through, they still didn’t break him. He not only finds love and happiness, he thrives and grows stronger because of that love.

Rachel Platten – Fight Song. “I will scream out loud tonight, can you hear my voice alright.” Once you read the book, you’ll Fameandfortune-Customdesign_JayAheer2015-transparent-3Drender understand the meaning of this song. Mattie definitely still has a lot of fight left in him.

SilverSun Pickups – Lazy Eye. One of the more fun scenes when writing this book was when Victor, Andrew, Mattie and Jordan were cooking dinner. They were just hanging out in the kitchen cooking with this song playing in the background, dancing while chopping vegetables, then dancing with each other. And then it comes in again at the end of the book and holds even more meaning, building positive memories.

You should read Fame and Fortune then go listen to the playlist and see if you can place all the songs where they play into the story, it can be a fun game!

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee!

At 44 years young, she’s decided to enter the next phase of her life by adding the title of “author” to her list of accomplishments. Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, Smith is passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights.

Find the Author:

Website: www.ttcbooksandmore.com

Facebook Author: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTMSmith

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Twitter – https://twitter.com/TTCBooksandmore

GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6997897.T_M_Smith

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/ttcbooksandmore/

Youtube:http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJjm1BpCFi7kCt_KK_VyReA

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/T.M.-Smith/e/B00D8N818E/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Choosing Us by Aria Grace : Release Tour

October 10, 2015 by Denise

Title: Choosing Us

Series: More Than Friend #10

Author: Aria Grace

Genre: M/M Romance (Menage)

Release Date: October 10, 2015

Adam is almost done with culinary school when Lee, his instructor, kicks him out of school, his apartment and his life. Adam quickly becomes a member of the working poverty, living on the streets, and just trying to survive. With nothing positive to look forward to, Adam resorts to the only way he knows how to escape from his life.

Joey finds Adam sick and alone in Waterfront Park one night and takes him home. Steve and Joey want to help but Adam may not be ready to accept it or them. It’ll all come down whether the three men are better off together or apart.

Joey

The energy at The Pot has been weird all day. People seem antsy. Anxious. I don’t know if it’s the non-stop rain, but something just feels wrong.

“I’m heading out with Bryce to look for Kurt.” Kim is pulling her jacket off the coat rack by the door. “You gonna stay much longer?”

I pull the chewed up pencil out of my mouth and look at her. “Um, no. I’ll probably head out soon too.”

“Okay, just be careful driving home. It’s practically a typhoon out there.”

I shiver just thinking about being stuck outside. “Where are you guys looking?”

“We’re going to drive through Kelly Butte Natural Preserve to see if anyone has seen him out there. Then we’ll swing by Waterfront. He stays at both places so hopefully we’ll find him.”

“What are you going to do if you find him?” On particularly wet nights, The Pot fills up quickly. We try not to ever turn anyone away but once the beds are full and the floors are all littered with bodies in sleeping bags, it’s hard to justify going to find someone just to bring them back.

“We just want to make sure he’s fine. He’s usually here every few days so people are getting worried. There’s been some bad black going around. I’ll feel better if I know he’s alive.”

I nod then blurt out my next words without thinking. “I’ll go to Waterfront. It’s on my way home anyway. Call me if you find him before I do.”

“Will do. Have a good night, Joey.”

“Yeah.” I shut down the computer I was using to pay some bills then stand to leave as well. “You too.”

~**~

Looking for someone on a dark and stormy night is even harder than it sounds. I can’t see my hand in front of my face without my flashlight blazing. And because I don’t want anyone to think I’m a cop, I keep the light mostly shielded. Only a dim beam illuminates the pathway in front of me.

There are a few corners where junkies are known to party, so that’s where I start. Under a thick copse of trees, four people huddle together under a tarp. Keeping my voice friendly and my light low, I call out toward the group, “Is Kurt with you?”

No response so I take a few steps closer. One guy jumps up while the others fumble around behind him.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Hey, it’s cool, man. I’m not a cop.” I turn the light toward myself so they can see my plain clothes. “Just looking for a friend. Do you know a guy named Kurt?”

A girl turns on a headlight, almost blinding me with the beam before she clicks it into red mode. “I know Kurt. What do you need from him?”

“I don’t need anything.” I slowly turn the light toward her face so I can see her without shining it directly in her eyes. “Just checking to see if he’s okay. I’ve been trying to reach him for a few days.”

She shakes her head then looks at the half-conscious guys next to her. “Nah, it’s been a while but he was fine the last time I saw him.”

That’s helpful. Not.

“Well, if you see him, can you tell him to go see Joey?”

No one even looks up as I turn and head out. There’s a person on a bench near the water so I walk quickly toward them. A street light casts just enough light over the person that I can tell it’s a man, about the size of Kurt.

“Kurt?” I call out when I’m about ten feet from the man. His feet are up against his ass and his head is tucked into his bent knees. If he didn’t startle at my voice, I would have been afraid he was dead.

“What?” The man turns his head and coughs twice into his knees.

The familiar voice makes my blood run cold. Please let this be Kurt.

“Is that you, Kurt?”

“No Kurt here.”

The man buries his face into his bent knees again and coughs violently, causing me to take a few steps closer.

“Adam?” I whisper as I raise my light across his curled up body. “Is that you?”

Adam’s legs hit the ground and he stands at attention like a solider at boot camp. “Joey? Hey, how’s it going?”

He’s trying to sound casual but it’s clearly an act. He’s nervous and jittery.

“What are you doing here, Adam?” I look around to see if he’s with anyone but he’s totally alone. “It’s freezing.”

“I’m fine.” He runs his palm across his face, wiping off the water collecting there. “I like the peace of being alone out here.”

“Can I give you a ride home?” I don’t know where he’s living but he shouldn’t be walking anywhere in this weather.

“Oh, no.” He clears his throat and puts his hands in his pockets. “I’m cool, but thanks.”

I move the beam of light directly over his face until he has to squint to keep from being blinded. “No, you’re not cool. You need to get out of this rain. That cough sounds bad. Where do you live?”

Adam’s head drops and his chin lands on his center of his collar bone. “I’m fine, Joey. Really.”

His words are whispered but the anguish in his voice is unmistakable. I step right up to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “What’s going on, Adam? Why are you out here?”

Adam’s shoulders rise and fall until I feel his arms slowly close around my waist. He completely ignores my question while breathing into my neck. “It’s so good to see you.”

My hold on him tightens. “Why don’t you come back to my place so we can talk?”

His head bobs up and down, but Adam doesn’t say a word. After another moment, I release one arm from around his shoulders then start walking back to my car with him pressed tightly to my side.

Steve

Rain is falling in sheets as I drive the short distance home. I closed up at eight forty because the mall was dead. I normally would have waited it out but I was anxious to get home to my little duck.

Relief fills me when I see Joey’s white Ford Escape tucked away for the night in the garage. I park next to him and practically jog inside, anxious to get out of my damp clothes from the walk through the mall parking lot.

“Baby, I’m home,” I call out as soon as I step into the kitchen.

“We’re in the family room.”

I pause for just a second. Did he say we?

I inhale deeply then walk into the family room. Joey is sitting in the center of the sofa, his body turned toward the guy beside him.

My stomach churns as I take in the scene. This guy doesn’t look familiar but I trust Joey implicitly. I know whatever reason he has for inviting a stranger into our home, particularly when I’m not around, must be a good one.

I round the sofa and stand on the other side of the coffee table, facing Joey and hopefully the guy he was looking for. But it’s not Kurt. It’s Adam. The guy from the wedding.

Born and raised in California, Aria enjoys the year round sunshine and laid back environment of the west coast. She lives with her husband and two children on a quiet hill that gives her lots of time to read and write. Once she ventured into the exciting world of gay romance, she never looked back. She loves to hear from readers so please feel free to drop her a note or visit her at www.ariagracebooks.com or join her mailing list for updates and free book opportunities.

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Triple Play by Sloan Johnson : Cover Reveal and Giveaway

September 6, 2015 by Denise

Triple Play
by Sloan Johnson
Homeruns #3
Publication Date: September 29, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, M/M, Romance, Sports

Drew Jackson seemed to have it all. He has a family who loves and supports him, a tight circle of friends, and is a rising star with the Milwaukee Mavericks. Then, it all begins to unravel. Cam, the only man he’s ever loved, falls head over heels for Drew’s teammate. He makes a critical mistake in the playoffs that he’s not sure he’ll be able to recover from. And then, his world really crashes around him…

Eric Sapp may no longer play for the Mavericks, but he’s still one of the guys. No one could have imagined how much his life would change when he agreed to help his former teammates mourn the end of their run for the pennant. After stopping a brutal attack, Eric is forced to face the feelings that’ve been growing for his roommate, Drew. That’d be much easier if Drew wasn’t hell-bent on pushing everyone away as he recovers.

Neither of them were counting on Bryce Shaw. He and Drew enjoyed the one night they spent together, but knew it was unlikely they’d be anything more since they lived in different parts of the country. After Bryce is relocated to help a failing LGBT homeless outreach, he wants to explore something more with the Mavericks’ short stop.

As much as Eric wishes he could be the one to help his friend, he knows Bryce holds the key to Drew’s recovery. Will pushing the two back together be the biggest mistake of his life or will they all learn there is strength in numbers?

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There’s never been any question in Sean Tucker’s mind that he’d do whatever it took to make it to the major leagues and be one of the best pitchers of his time. The day he acknowledged to himself that he was gay was also the day he vowed to stay in the closet in order to chase his dreams. The problem is, he never counted on Mason Atley.

Sean showed rookie short stop Mason Atley the ropes, both on the field and off. The two forged a friendship which continued as both of them moved through the ranks of the farm system and into the majors. Unfortunately, there’s always been one secret Mason never felt he could share with Sean. Until now.

For seven years, Sean lived with the fact that he loved a man who would never reciprocate. When Mason admits that he’s always known he’s bisexual but has never allowed himself to pursue a relationship with a man, will Sean be able to put aside his reservations about starting a relationship with the friend he’d always assumed was straight? And more importantly, will they be able to find a way to stay together when their careers keep them apart more than they can be together?

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Jason Klein’s living with the fallout from a decision he knew was the right one at the time. He never told anyone about the love of his life, which left him to mourn alone when he found out the man he gave his heart to had been killed in combat. Now, his heart has had time to heal, but he’s not sure he’s ready to let himself move on. Until he meets Cam Morgan…

Without a job lined up following graduation, Cam Morgan took his best friend up on his offer to move to Milwaukee and stay with him until he could get on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do the day after getting to town was go to a party filled with a bunch of jocks. Sure, they were “professional athletes” but Cam was convinced that bigger bank accounts didn’t make them any more accepting of people like him. He certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason, the Mavericks’ catcher who broke every stereotype he’d had.

What started out as one hot, sweaty night together quickly grows into something deeper. Jason welcomes Cam into his home and his life, but now he has to teach the younger man that it’s not a sign of weakness to let people help you.

About Sloan Johnson

Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.

When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.

Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?

Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.

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Fame and Fortune by TM Smith : Blog Tour, Review, Excerpt and Giveaway

September 2, 2015 by Denise

Fame and Fortune

An All Cocks
Story book #2

Love should be multiplied, not divided!

Victor Dimir
moved to America with his traditional Romanian parents when he was just a
child. His Romani parents taught him their traditions and how to be a shrewd
business man, but it was the attention of a classmate at school that taught
teenage Victor about his sexuality. When he came out to his parents he knew it
would be difficult for them to understand, but he never expected them to disown
him.

Andrew Jones
grew up with a single mom and his grandmother teaching him about life, he had
an absentee father at best. The only thing the man ever did for Andy that stuck
was buy him a camera for his thirteenth birthday. When Andrew went off to
college on a scholarship to study photo journalism, he wound up falling in love
with his Romanian roommate.

They became
inseparable and wound up starting their own business together: a gay porn
website where people could go and watch romantic gay porn instead of the rough
and tough, or wham bam thank you man crap that was flooding the internet at
that time. After ten years together they were still perfectly happy, not
realizing something was missing, until they met a broken young man that needed
a family.

Matthew Carlson
was homeless, jobless and broken. At sixteen he ran away from home after being
brutally assaulted by several young men that he thought were his friends, and
then being told he brought it on himself for being gay by his parents. Matthew
has done a lot of things these last few years just to get by. When he finds the
flyer for All Cocks, he decides to call and see where it leads. What has he got
to lose?

Matthew has deep
rooted scars that aren’t visible on the outside to most. But when he walks into
All Cocks, both Victor and Andrew can see the darkness in his eyes; they also
see him. Can three men that did not know they needed each other get past the
stigma of society to find a place of happiness, together?

*Advisory warning: This story contains a scene of
sexual assault.*

I was so excited to read Victor, Andrew, and Mattie’s story. They caught my attention in the first book and I was hoping we would get their story. In this book we get the backstory on how Andrew and Victor met and how All Cocks came to be. Then later down the road how Mattie came to be part of their life. Mattie’s story just broke my heart. He is such a strong young man to go through what he did and how he was treated in the aftermath and survive it without giving up. Then to go from homeless to living with Andrew and Victor.

The way that Andrew and Victor were protective of Mattie was really endearing. Even when he was trying to set up his first scene and they kept giving him other things to do because they really didn’t want him to do the scene. Then how they handled it when he finally had his breakdown about what happened to him. I really liked the way that Andrew and Victor waited to bring Mattie into their relationship until they felt that he was ready and how well they integrated him into it. No jealousy or fighting, just a whole lot of love.

5 pieces of eye candy for me.

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Extras:

This or That

Day or Night – Night, I am not a morning person to spite the fact I have to get up every damn day at 5AM for my day job.

Pen or Pencil – Pen, definitely.

Hardcover or E-book – E-books for reading, Hard or Paperbacks for collecting!

Naughty or Nice – Naughty Naughty

Lil’ bit Country or Lil’ bit Rock & Roll – I may live in Texas, but I will go for Rock over Country any day of the week and twice on Sundays!

Coffee or Tea – Coffee

Beer or Wine – Beer

Kindle or Ipad – My Kindle is my baby.

Movie Theater or DVD at home – both have their merits, depends on my mood.

Vampires or Werewolves – I’m currently reading Challenge the Darkness by Dirk Greyson, so I’m going to go with Werewolves.

A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning
Georgia; Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. She now calls Texas home
from her small town on the outskirts of the DFW Metroplex. Most days you can
find her curled up with her kindle and a good book alongside a glass of
something aged and red or a steaming cup of coffee!

At 44 years young, she’s decided to enter the
next phase of her life by adding the title of “author” to her list of
accomplishments. Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, Smith
is passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights.

Her series Opposites goes beyond the norm of society, exploring what society would be like were it the norm to be gay/lesbian. To be straight labels you the outkast. Her latest series, the All Cocks Stories, is set within the world of online gay porn.

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Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Black Balled by Andrea Smith and Eva Lenoir

May 12, 2015 by Denise

Title: Black Balled

Author: Andrea Smith and Eva LeNoir

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: May 4, 2015

Two dominant males, two worthy adversaries, in a business that takes no prisoners, will soon learn that fate refuses to be ignored . . .

My name is Troy Babilonia, but I’m best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I’m followed by thousands! I’m a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that, my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t know what to read. I have zero tolerance for the weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the Indie world. My advice to all Indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cut-throat business. Ever.

My name is L. Blackburn and I’m an Indie author. My extraordinary genius was loved and worshiped throughout the literary world, until one egocentric critic tried to obliterate my career. It seems I broke some fucking “cardinal rule,” and now I’m paying the price for it. But I don’t plan on going down without a fight.

After all, when a predator goes after your cub, it’s time to go for the throat–and maybe more…much more.

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Denise’s Review:

Okay guys, I am going to start this
review off by saying, there WILL be spoilers. I just don’t feel like I
am going to be able to give this an adequate review without them. So,
you have been warned. There WILL be spoilers.

I
finished this book last night, with mixed feelings. In fact, as I
finished the last 10% of the book, I was messaging with more than one
person online saying things like “WTF?” and “REALLY?”. It was that
unfathomable to me that any book, especially one billed as a “m/m
romance” would choose to have a few of the things in it that were there
in that last 10%. I will back up.

This book started off
with such an interesting premise, such a different take on it, I was
definitely intrigued. And I will say that probably for the first HALF of
the book, I didn’t like either character–AT ALL. There were glimpses
of their personalities, and their pasts that made me soften slightly,
then they would be a-holes again, and I would lose that almost warm
feeling.

These are two alpha men, on opposites sides of
a book drama. And when they finally meet-about a third of the way into
the book, they end up having a threesome, mmf, with the female minimally
participating. And yet, still, I could not really like them all that
much.

As they continue on their quest to piss each
other off, and figure out if Troy actually IS gay, they begin to work
through some of their issues, and then become a couple of sorts. At that
point, I have begun to like them much more, as people and as a couple.
And that is where things start to unravel for me.

Reminder…BIG SPOILERS ahead!!!!

Through
a series of events, these two men end up having another menage (and as
you read the book, you may or may not be surprised who it is with…I
was surprised), this one much more of a mfm. And it is intense, and
detailed. For me, though, the worst part was, at a point of DP’ing their
female partner, in that moment…they tell each other they love one
another. WTF??? Who does that??? Why would any author do that to a
reader, one that has invest hours in a book, in a love-hate
relationships with the characters, and then that happens at about 93%. I
will tell you…there is little recovery as a reader after that.

Now,
despite all that…there was a lot of the book, I actually did like. I
thought the characters were well developed, and the writing was good.
There were some editing issues, but since this was an ARC, those can be
forgiven as often it is not a final edited copy. However, I just can’t
come back from their moment of “I love you” while DP’ing a female. A m/m
romance to me, and many m/m readers, does not include a moment such as
this.

My final determination on this book is 3.5 pieces of eye candy.

Morgan’s Review

Let me be honest here. This book had my anxiety up for the majority of the story. This is one of those that makes your blood boil and has you clenching your teeth in anger. It’s not a light hearted read for sure. The two male characters kept me pissed off with their holier than thou, I am better than everyone attitude.

That being said, the writing was pretty good and the back story for the characters was pretty detailed. It wasn’t overall a bad book by any means, it just kept me angry through most of it. That didn’t allow me to enjoy it like I wish I could have. The very last sexual encounter took a lot away from the story in my opinion as well. Just not something I would consider rereading.

I’ll go with 3.5 pieces of eye candy for this one.

Behind me I hear Larson, “Troy…hey, it’s…”

“Don’t!” I yell, my eyes narrowing as I stalk my prey, my
eyes flickering over Floyd’s hot pink shirt. I feel insulted and, for a moment,
I debate whether it’s the dandy that should be on the receiving end of my fist
or Larson. I quickly decide to strike the nearest prey first. My fist shoots
out and cuffs him good with an uppercut to the chin, sending him sprawling
backwards, where he unceremoniously lands on one of Larson’s black glass end
tables, knocking the lamp to the floor. The sound of glass shattering echoes
throughout the room, and I’m not done yet. I move towards him and, realizing
he’s still in a daze, I take the opportunity to snatch him up with both hands
fisting the collar of his shirt, and shove him against Larson.

“Is he what you want, Larson, huh? You want to fuck the
flamer here? Because I can clear out right now so that you and Pink Floyd can take up where you left
off before I so rudely interrupted your cozy soiree.”

Larson chuckles and I’m not fucking amused.

At all.

As I focus my gaze on Larson, I don’t catch the quick
movement of Floyd as he lunges at me with a growl. “My name is Lloyd,” he hisses, “And I believe I made
my position quite clear the last time we spoke. You’re not good enough for my Larson.”

And that’s when I deck him again. Hard. My fist meets his
perfectly straight nose, and the sound of crunching cartilage resounds just
before his shriek of pain.

“Sir!” he calls out, stumbling backwards, immediately tilting
his head upward and placing a palm over his bloodied nose so as not to allow
anything to stain his expensive pink shirt. “Sir,” he repeats, “Are you going
to permit this?”

Oh. Sir it is,
huh? What kind of fucking weirdness was Blackburn into with this dudette? I
turn to acknowledge Larson, who is standing there, muscular arms crossed and
his sexy drawstring pajama bottoms hanging low on his narrow hips. He’s shaking
his head, and I don’t miss the sexy grin.

My. Dick. Is. Hard.

His package is evident and his cock has made a bit of a tent
beneath those sweats. Not sure if that’s for me or if the sight of Pink Floyd’s
blood is getting him hard.

“Well, sir,” I
say, trying to mimic Lloyd’s voice and dripping sarcasm along the way. “Speak
up. Who’s it gonna be, huh? Me or your Fifty Shades of Whack over there?”

I watch, a bit confused, as Larson casually strolls over to
the kitchen counter and takes hold of his beer before making himself
comfortable on the bar stool. The room is silent but for the wheezing coming
from the damsel in distress over there. I’m guessing he’s uncomfortably numb in
the entire nose region.

“Let’s see,” my soon-to-be-ex-lover begins as he adjusts the
rapidly growing erection he is sporting, “Could you start over because the view
is much better from here?” Then he takes a sip of his beer and waves his hand
as though giving us permission to continue.

After that, I decide I’ve had enough of this crap and slam
the lid down, effectively cutting off the world and relishing the feeling of my
much-needed solitude.

Believe it or not, I’m the victim here. I have done absolutely
nothing wrong.

I’m tired.

I’m also horny.

As if my life isn’t already a bad sitcom, I hear the very
distinct sound of my mother’s ringtone. She insisted I use Madonna’s “Like a
Virgin” song specifically for her, saying that any artist who openly sang about
the Lord’s mother should be respected.

“Hey Ma, how are you?” One of two things could happen here.
Either she is bored and wants to tell me about her nurse, Rose, and all the
trouble her children cause around the neighborhood or…

“Larson Maverick Blackburn, what the heck did you do?”

Or…she is keeping up with my shitty life.

“I miss you too, Ma. How’s Rose doing?” Yes, I’m trying to
distract her. No, it’s not working.

“Don’t you try and change the subject, young man. Tell me,
did your father and I teach you how to steal?”

Oh sweet Jesus.

“Ma, seriously…”

“Answer the question, Larson. Did we?”

“No, Ma. You most certainly did not.” I feel like I’m ten
and just got caught stealing warm cookies from the cooling rack before Kennedy
got a chance to do it.

“That’s right, son. If your father were here—God rest his
soul—he would kick your behind so raw it would look like one of those monkeys.
I don’t know what they’re called…something about…”

See? I get that whole digression thing from her.

“A baboon, Ma.”

“That’s it. A baboon. If I could, Larson, I would do it for
him. Did you go to confession?”

“Ma, we’re not Catholic.”

“Nonsense. Your father was half Irish so you can still go to
church and get your conscience all cleared up.”

Oh yeah. I’m sure that
would go over well. A bisexual atheist
seeking forgiveness for a crime he did not commit. See?

Bad. Sitcom.

“Mother, I swear to you, I did not plagiarize. Come on, you
know me better than that, right?” I mean, she did give birth to me after all.
Shit, if my own mother doesn’t believe me, I’m fucked.

“Well, I don’t know…I never thought you’d be capable of
cutting off the hair from your sister’s Barbie and yet…you did.”

Holy shit! I was like
eight years old.

“Uhm…Ma? I have to go…the uhm…buzzer from the…uhm…thing
is…Oh, a tunnel…can’t hear you…bzzzzzz…sshhhh…love you…”

And like the coward I am, I hang up on my own mother.

New time low? Check.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a couple getting a bit
frisky at one end of the bar. The woman, Marie Antoinette from what I can
decipher from my position, has her hands travelling all over what must be
Cyrano de Bergerac if the size of his nose is any indication. I chuckle to
myself, wondering if the size of his nose is any indication to the length of
his cock. I have pondered that question on many occasions and no, one does not
equate the other, unfortunately.

I perch myself on a stool at the other end of the bar from
the groping couple. I can’t hear their conversation, but my overly active
imagination is already creating their dialogue from their body language alone.

Marie A. is willing and ready to spread her legs, but Cyrano
is more annoyed than turned on. His eyes are darting from one person to the
other, his minutely trembling fingers circling his glass in an attempt to calm
his nerves, maybe? In my mind, their conversation goes something like this:

“Take me back to the
room, Cyrano.”

“Get a grip, woman,
you’re making a spectacle of yourself.”

“Fuck me, Cyrano.”

“Is this seat taken?”

Well, well, that is definitely not a voice borne from my
inner musings. “It is now, ma belle.” My French will be coming in handy
tonight. “Who do I have the honor of meeting?” The shit is just spewing from my
lips. This classically beautiful woman is not dressed in elegant clothing, but
rather is wearing trousers and a man’s coat.

“Je m’appelle George Sand, enchantee, Monseigneur le
Marquis.”

George Sand, of course. How the fuck did I miss that?

“Enchante, Mademoiselle Sand.”

Tonight, I’m taking her to my bed because any woman who
dresses up as George Sand is worth my attention.

Licking my lips at the prospect of fucking this woman, I
take her hand into my own and kiss the back all the while keeping my eyes
solely trained on hers. We spend more than an hour talking, drinking and
flirting shamelessly. George plays coy one minute and sexually cunning the
next. I’m not sure if I want to spank her or fuck her at this point. Maybe
both.

“Shall we take this party to my room, George?” I like
calling her by a man’s name. It suits my bisexual tendencies.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she answers with her light pink
lips pursing into a slight smirk.

Dr. Benedict removes his glasses, pulling a linen
handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wipes the lenses clean before putting
them back on. “It’s interesting that these last few sessions we’ve had together
seem to generate a bit of hostility you seem to have bottled up. Is there
anything new with the author you claim is cyber stalking you?”

“No, Doc, nothing new. He continues to send an occasional
suggestive email to my anonymous account like I’m interested in switching
sides,” I snap. “I’m not sure if I’m more offended by his vulgar and graphic suggestions, or the fact that
he’s obviously labeled me as ‘queer-bait’ in his depraved mind.”

“So, how have you responded to this…person?”

“Various ways, Doc.”

“Can you elaborate just a bit?”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “The last one he sent
was extremely vile. He suggested I wanted to deep throat his cock, and there
was some mention of my ‘tight little virgin ass’ and what he might want to do
to it. He went too far.”

“Did you respond?”

“Well, hell yeah. I mean what the fuck?”

“How did you respond?”

And now I have to own up to my own over-the-top response to
L. Blackburn’s lewd and lascivious suggestions. Shit. “I sent him a digital
picture of my virgin bung hole,” I snap. “He’s probably jacking off to it as we
speak.”

A slight smile crosses Dr. B’s lips as he shakes his head at
my reply. “Babu, I need to ask you something here, and please don’t respond
with your usual knee-jerk reaction when I do.”

I nod.

“Have you considered the possibility that you’re
homophobic?”

“Homophobic? As in I don’t like queers?”

“No. In that you have a phobia…an innate fear of
homosexuality.”

“At three hundred bucks an hour, can we cut to the chase
here, Doc?”

“What I’m saying is that homophobia is classically an
internal response to one’s questioning of his or her own sexuality. The fear of
admission for whatever reason.”

I stand up, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair.
“You’re fucking fired.”

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February 16, 2015 by Denise

The Protector
Sizzling Miami #3
by
Jessie G.

There was a time when Master Saul Alvarez filled his days fighting and his nights teaching willing subs the pleasure of his whip. His compassionate understanding of the masochist mind makes him the most sought after professional sadist in the Miami BDSM community. Neither role invites long term relationships, but he’s comfortable with his solitary existence until he is charged with guarding Durango’s prized whore. One look into those terror filled eyes has him vowing to risk it all to save the beautiful man.
Javier Escardo had been praying for death, but never expected the stone cold killer he got in response. One glimpse into those sinful eyes reveals not only the promise of retribution, but a reason to live. Eight years later, free and mostly sane, Javier is determined to take what belongs to him. Saul’s heart. Through hell and back, through layers of pain and shifting realities, that one truth has remained firm. His protector needs saving and he can’t do it alone.
Hidden beneath the public persona, Kyle Jensen is a man who craves to be invisible without being insignificant. He longs to find a Master who will see his need to be taken over without abusing him and a lover who will care about him beyond the sexual games. It isn’t until he encounters the smoldering combination of Saul and Javier that he realizes it was never supposed to be just one partner at all.
Can two battered hearts be mended by the love of a third? Kyle becomes the light to their darkness, and he’s willing to risk his heart for theirs, but when the past threatens Saul, will Javier’s sacrifice destroy them all?

Author’s Note:
The Protector deals with issues of sexual abuse and forced prostitution. While these acts are not detailed on the page, there are many references to them and the ongoing fight to heal and overcome. This book should not be read by anyone who would be adversely affected by these references.

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If he had to look in those concerned eyes one more second he was
going to lose his shit and he didn’t even know why. What he needed to do was
get the ball rolling on their forty-eight hour fuck-fest. The clock was ticking
and he refused to waste another second pondering things best left un-pondered.
“So what’s the prize?”

“The prize?” Damn but Javier was cute with his nose wrinkled in
confusion. Kyle couldn’t resist leaning in and rubbing his own against it,
causing Javier to giggle. There it was again, boy on the cusp of discovery.

“For the winner of tongue tag, there’s got to be a prize.” Kyle
pretended to think about it and rocked back against Saul, willing him into the
game. “I know!”

Vibrating with anticipation, Javier pressed in close along his
front, rubbing their cocks together and begged, “Tell me!”

And to think, Javier had called him adorable. “Winner gets to ride
his cock.”

Saul rocked him forward and he could feel Javier automatically
respond. Just like that they were one fluid movement, now if only Javier were
willing to roll over and offer up his ass they could be one fluid fuck chain.
Though he was content to be the bottom, Kyle just knew being the guy in the
middle of Saul and Javier…in this position…was going to rock his world. The
whole staged ménage to get the right camera angle usually included a test of
his dexterity and rarely came with a satisfying orgasm. This right here, the
leisurely seductive rocking felt so intimate and….damn! Focus, he needed to
focus on the moment and store that thought away for the future.

“Well then what’s the loser get?” Javier asked.

It was the perfect response. Not that he thought either of them
was going to be selfish lovers, but it was always good to get confirmation.
“Uhm, I guess that depends. I’m thinking some oral gratification would be a
good consolation prize. Does he do that?”

“Saul? Why wouldn’t he?” Kyle had known many a top who thought it
was beneath them to suck cock; apparently Javier never had that problem. “He’s
really good, too.”

Hot damn! Did Saul suck cock the way he kissed, like he had all
the time in the world to enjoy it? Kyle was so ready to experience that!
“How good?”

“Like…” Javier chewed on his lower lip as he sought the right
words. “Like mind numbing, toe curling, shake you apart and leave you begging
for more, good.”

“Well now—” Kyle teased when he felt Saul’s smug smile against his
nape. “—it’s not that I don’t trust your opinion, baby, but I should really
judge that for myself.”

“Always best to experience these things first hand.” Javier nodded
seriously. How was he to resist this pair, really?

“Are the two of you going to talk about it all morning or will
there be actual tongue tagging soon?” Saul grumbled. “Not that this hasn’t been
amusing, but one of you better make a move or I’m leaving you both here to
suffer.”

“Suffer?” Kyle scoffed, “We’ll just fuck without you.”

Faster than he could think of why that challenge was such a bad
idea, Saul flipped him onto his stomach and pinned him. With Javier squeaking
and scurrying back, and Saul giving him his best early morning glare, Kyle
could not find a single thing to regret in his statement. In fact, it was all
he could do not to pat himself on the back and whoop out an enthusiastic Hell
Yes!

“I would’ve thought a smart pup like you wouldn’t need this
spelled out for him. My pups don’t fuck without me and back talk like that will
make me impose further sanctions,” Saul warned.

Kyle really wanted to push his luck. If not for Javier watching
them curiously, he would have aimed for the back talker of the year award.

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