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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

What you got to Talk About Wednesday: Killian Masters from Tyler Robbin's Killian's Claim

It's Wednesday and the sun is setting on the Island. You know, there's something to be said about the beauty of our great, green Earth. Okay, green and blue and brown. Anyway, see....

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But enough enjoying the peace and quiet. I've got another fun character coming to tell us a bit about himself. I am going to head back to the lounge and make sure all is prepared for our guest.

Everything MUST be perfect. It's the only thing I require here on the Island.





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Ah yes, this is just what I wanted and people are starting to file in so they can enjoy the interview to come!


I do love my job. What's that's Rico? Oh!



Guess who's here! Everyone, quiet down and give a round of applause to Killian Masters!!!!


Thank you for coming Killian, it's an honor really. Are we all ready to get down and dirty? Awesome. Let's do this!


D. X. Luc: How did you feel when you found out your story was going to be told?
Killian: I’ve always been pretty open about who I am. I’ve been to the dark side, and found out the hard way that you can’t always have it all. But, when you’re given a chance to tell the world that happy endings are possible, you can’t help getting’ a little excited about it.


D: Did the author do a decent job?
K: Tyler’s great. She’s a little on the naughty side with how she likes to tell her stories, but since Quinn came into my life, naughty sure feels good. Damn, I can’t believe I almost blushed on that one.


D: What would you say is the most wonderful part about being you?
K: I’m an alpha of a new and growing wolf pack. Right now things are kind of crazy, but I actually get off that. Maybe that’s the best part about being me. I just take it all as it comes.


D: What is the most negative?
K: Damn. These questions aren’t as easy as I expected … I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little too hard-headed at times. Sometimes that works in my favor, and sometimes— sometimes I guess I can be a pain in the ass. At least, that’s what Quinn says.


D: What is the best quality on a woman/man?
K: I’ve been pretty fortunate when it comes to role models in my life. I’ve seen it all, but one thing I’ve learned to look for in another person, is integrity. Male or female. At the end of the day, a man’s only as good as his word. If he doesn’t have integrity, then he’s wastin’ my time.

D: If you could pick any dessert to eat, which would that be?
K: Does Quinn count as a dessert? *laughs — I really like cheesecake. Any kind, really, especially with cherries.


D: How would you eat said dessert?
K: Well, since I’ve already mentioned Quinn. *wags brows— I’ll let you use your imagination.


D: What scares you?
K: Wow. Not pullin’ any punches are you? *Swallows hard— I, um, I’ve lost a lot in my life … Quinn too, for that matter, so I’d say losing anyone else scares the hell out of me. Maybe that’s why I
fight so damn hard to protect what’s mine.


D: What makes you smile?
K: One thing that makes me smile more than anything else is the look in Quinn’s eyes when the sunlight filters into out bedroom first thing in the morning. That, and when he tries to cook breakfast naked. *shakes head and grins— Definitely interesting, if nothing else.


D: Are you thinking of starting a family?
K: I’d be lying a little if I said no. My dad has this thing about wanting grandchildren someday. I never really considered it possible until I met Quinn. A good father does what’s best for his children, and a stable home with parents who truly love each other is the best environment to raise a child. *Shrugs— Anything’s possible, and that’s kind of exciting.


D: Do you know anyone single who might be needing a personal "get to know D. X. Luc" session?
K: Our pack is growing. I bet I could round up a willing wolf or two. Just how personal the session gets is up to you. *winks


D: Can we plan on hearing more from you in the future?
K: Tyler’s mentioned that there’s more to our story, so it’s quite possible we’ll be showing up somewhere down the road, so stay tuned.


Say the first word that comes to mind


Thong: chafe


Sand: hot


Tree: scratch


Red: passion


Fun: sex


Lame: jealousy


Wow! That was a great talk Killian, thanks for letting us into your world. Please stay for the cocktails!

I can't wait to check out this book. It sounds sexy and yummy. Don't believe me? Check out below!







Note from the author

Thank you so much for having me!!
It’s been a while since I’ve had a full length book to release, and I’m thrilled that Killian’s Claim is finally here.
Most of my books have been M/M military themed, so my new series, Call of the Wolf, is a fresh and exciting new sub-genre I can’t seem to get enough of.
The first book, The Becoming, is featured in the Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology from Evernight. The story intrigued my muse and opened up a whole new world full of sexy, paranormal wolf-shifters.
The Call of the Wolf series follows the lives of several wolf packs across the state of Texas and a few other southern states.
Their species lives by a strict code, and heed the call of the spirit wolf in all things, including matters of the heart. Not an easy undertaking when you’ve been told your sexuality goes against the laws of nature … or does it?
Change is coming, and each pack will inevitably have to make choices that will either strengthen or destroy their way of life.
The characters in Killian’s Claim, face these problems as well, but they have so much more than wolf spirits to deal with.
Here’s a little taste of what I’m talking about…

Blurb

Six years ago, Quinn Kelly barely escaped the brutal murder of his parents. Now the lone-wolf is searching for a place to belong. Well aware of his proclivity for men, his nomadic life hasn’t allowed him to find anyone to call his own, until now.
Wolf-shifter and future alpha of his own pack, Killian Masters wants nothing more than his father’s approval. After meeting Quinn, he’s more
determined than ever to make his father see who he is and how deeply he loves.
Captivated by their growing passion, the young lovers have a rude awakening when the vengeful alpha who murdered Quinn’s parents, finds him, and vows to destroy anyone who gets in his way.
Some say the battle between good and evil is determined by which power is fed the most, but in nature, no power compares to that of an alpha’s claim.

Excerpt

He stood frozen in place, fists balled tight and his cock throbbing with ungodly need. He’d never been balls deep inside another man before, but the longer he stood there, the more he wanted it.

Killian kissed the curve of Quinn’s neck then began to suckle.

Quinn squeezed his eyes shut. How much more could he possibly take? Chills skittered across his skin causing ripples of goose-bumps to coat his tingling flesh. A sensual moan vibrated in his chest as he shuddered from the thrill of Killian’s touch.

Killian pulled away and looked him in the eye. “Follow your instincts.”

Quinn took a deep breath then clutched the back of Killian’s neck. “Like this?” No longer able to hold back, he lunged forward, engulfing Killian’s mouth with his while pushing him back toward the sofa.

Killian tripped over his own feet, and toppled onto the couch.

Quinn stood over him. His engorged cock jerked as Killian’s hungry gaze zeroed in. He slowly unzipped his jeans, taking his time. He then reached in, squeezed his prick and winced from the ache. His experience with blowjobs had been limited to quickies here and there, and even those were awkward, and over before he’d had time to savor the moment. Getting sucked off by some guy he’d never see again was much different from what was happening now.

Killian sat up, licking his lips, his gaze still fixated on Quinn’s crotch.

Courage he hadn’t expected suddenly engulfed Quinn as he offered his cock to Killian. “Take it.”

A devious grin spread across Killian’s face.

Quinn’s eyes rolled back, and his hips naturally bucked as Killian removed his cock from his jeans. Warm hands gripped it firmly, but not too hard. Quinn sucked air in through his teeth, shuddering as Killian began to stroke him. Slow and easy. Up and down.

He jolted when Killian took him in his mouth, hot and wet. “Fuck.” Never had anything felt so good. He peered down, then twisted the back of Killian’s hair into his fist, guiding his head back and forth as Killian took more and more of his cock into his mouth.

Killian gripped the base of Quinn’s shaft, quickening his pace, sucking and stroking simultaneously.

Quinn’s knees buckled, and he grabbed Killian’s shoulders to steady himself as heat flooded his groin. His cock pulsed, and he struggled to hold off as long as he could. He wanted so badly to lose his load in Killian’s mouth, but doing that would end the pleasure far too soon.

Buy Links

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/killians-claim-by-tyler-robbins
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1lFQGLv
ARe Café/All Romance Books Author Page: http://bit.ly/1hbXWAd

Author Information

Tyler’s Naughty Notions: http://www.tylerrobbins.org/
Robin/Tyler’s Main Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo



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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

What You Got To Talk About Wednesday: Ethan Quaderer from Forbidden Destiny by Lia Michaels

You know what I like? Everything. Okay, my favorite thing? Chicken curry. Oooooo, the spicier the better.

I'm eating a bowl right now! Nom nom nom

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Oh, here's my assistant. He's not allowed to wear clothes. I just figure it's easier to get to work on time when you don't have a uniform to worry about. Right, Jason?


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He loves it. So do I! *wink*







But guess I should listen to him about eating this. I have a bird shifter coming and this may actually offend him.

*sighs* I'll eat the rest later.



Who is coming, you all might ask? His name is Ethan and....

*searches the sky and smiles* Here he comes!

Welcome! And yum, I mean hello!
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I'll keep my hands to myself and will make sure Jason does the same. Shall we start?

D. X. Luc: How did you feel when you found out your story was going to be told?
Ethan: I was suspicious at first but then after Lia showed me all the research she’d done on Two Spirits I felt at ease. When she cried watching the Youtube videos of the story of Two Spirits, I knew we had the right person to tell our story.

D: Did the author do a decent job?
E: Definitely. She captured everything from our dream walking to our first meeting…shifting for the first time. Now that was something I didn’t think could ever be put into words, but she did it. She portrayed all of my emotions even when I couldn’t show them.


D: What would you say is the most wonderful part about being you?
E: Being comfortable in my own skin and as the Great Thunderbird. I accepted my destiny at an early age. I was lucky to have the support of my family and tribe. My partner, Abraham wasn’t so lucky. Like many gay and lesbian individuals, he had to hide his true self from his family. Two Spirits are revered in many tribes, but in Abraham’s many members shunned them.


D: What is the most negative?
E: I’d have to say the most negative thing about me is that I can’t understand why people fight their destiny. Yes it can be a hard journey to get there, but you have to try. I tend not to be very supportive of people who are wishy washy or afraid to take that leap of faith. That caused a lot of strife between Abraham and me.

D: What is the best quality on a woman/man?
E: Their smile. I’m not talking about perfect teeth, but a genuine smile lights up their face and let’s their soul shine through.


D: If you could pick any dessert to eat, which would that be?
E: That’s a tough one as I’m not real big on sweets, but I do love fresh fruit and homemade whipped cream. *smiles* You can do a lot with that kind of dessert if you know what I mean.


D: How would you eat said dessert?
E: Now how did I know you’d go there? LOL! I’d like to feed it to my partner first and then have him stretch out so I can place the fruit all over his body along with the whipped cream in strategic areas. Then I’d take my time sampling a bit here, a nibble there…


D: What scares you?
E: That my fated mate isn’t the one I’ve fallen in love with. I’ve spent my entire life getting ready to meet him in person. I’ve seen him in my dreams. When I met Abraham in person for the first time on day one of Army Ranger School, I nearly had the wind knocked out of me. There he was standing right in front of me, the one I’ve dreamt of my whole life, in the flesh. Then the doubts set in. When you’re in the military you learn to keep your private life private. The repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and DOMA made things a little easier, but you can’t undo the deep prejudice in the hearts of some people. That’s a fact of life. I’m afraid of allowing that sort of shame come between me and the one who holds my heart.


D: What makes you smile?
E: Shifting into my eagle form and soaring over the land. Even in human form, I can feel everything as soon as I replay the memory in my mind. It’s the most exhilarating feeling in all the world. Having Abraham soar at my right…priceless. That’s when I can’t stop grinning from ear to ear.


D: Are you thinking of starting a family?
E: I think it’s in the cards that I’m a dad someday. Eagles mate for life so we’ve got a bit of time to figure it all out.


D: Do you know anyone single who might be needing a personal "get to know D. X. Luc" session?
E: Oh yeah. I have a few Rangers who’d like to spend time with you. The question is…are YOU up for it? hehehe
D: *laughs* I'll have to find out won't I?


D: Can we plan on hearing more from you in the future?
E: Yes. Lia is working on our full story. The Call of the Thunderbirds (Fearless Love 2) tells it all from our childhoods on up to the fulfillment of our destiny. It also shows the pain both of us suffered when we thought we’d lost each other. There will be a few other characters introduced to carry on the rest of the series. I’ll be doing some guest appearances in those tales as well.



Say the first word that comes to mind


Thong - Ass floss

Sand - Kuwait

Tree - Redwoods (I call Northern California home.)

Red - power

Fun - soaring


Lame - Beiber! LOL Sorry I couldn’t help myself.


That was amazing! Thank you Ethan. Please stay as long as you want. And for those who want to learn more of Ethan's story, check out his book written by Lia Michaels.







Release Date: September 13, 2013 Heat Level: SCORCHING Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC Category: short story, M/M erotic romance, contemporary, paranormal, eagle shifters, Native American lore, military romance Series Name: Fearless Love Word Count: 9042 words Pages: 20










BLURB


Ethan Quaderer is the Great Thunderbird, the creature of Native American legend. From childhood, Ethan soared high across the land, as one with the majestic bald eagles—only larger and more powerful. Great Thunderbird has one mission, to save the Native American people. But first, he must find his Chosen, his soul mate.
Abraham Tuttle grew up in a household where being different was unacceptable. Forbidden. He hid his true nature, a Two Spirit—not male or female, but both. For many Native American tribes, being Two Spirit is a blessing, one to be honored and revered. Not so for Abraham.

Through the Thunderbird dreams each finds the happiness they long for. One dreams of the Great Warrior who’d someday rescue him. The other dreams of the one he’s searched for through many lifetimes.
Dreams turn into reality when both men come face to face in the real world. Can Abraham find it within himself to let go of his past and embrace his future with Ethan, or will his doubts and fears of who and what he really is cause him to lose the only one who could ever complete him heart and soul?

EXCERPT


“Come to me, Abe. Together we’ll save our people.”

Abraham scanned the shoreline for the source of the deep, haunting voice. He walked up and down the trails in the woods surrounding the lake and so far he turned up nothing. That is, nothing but the bald eagles soaring high in the sky.

As he watched the aerial display, one of the largest birds of the group broke away from the trio circling overhead. Abraham’s eyes followed the majestic creature through every dive and swoop back up toward the treetops. His breath caught in his chest each time the free fall began. “So beautiful.”

“Join me now, my Chosen. Together the Thunderbirds will bring peace and hope to all our people.”

Abraham’s heart raced and goose bumps immediately covered his bare arms. He spun around quickly to catch the owner of the voice he swore came from behind him. “I don’t understand. Where are you? And how can I hear you so clearly if you’re nowhere in sight?”

“I’m with you always. You hear me in your mind and in your heart. Turn around and look to the sky.”

A moment of fear nearly caused Abraham to run away from the lake and the voice as fast as his legs could carry him, but his curiosity won out. Abraham did as the voice commanded. Just as he turned, all three of the
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eagles dove toward the water. While two of them soared skyward again, the largest bird flew in his direction.

The huge raptor came to a stop within a few feet of Abraham and simply hovered in midair, talons extended forward and wings fully expanded. Its voice reverberated through Abraham’s mind. “I am the Foretold, the One our people call the Great Thunderbird.”

A brilliant flash of light burst forth from the creature, nearly blinding Abraham as he sank to his knees. Stunned by the vision before him, it took a few moments for Abraham to find his voice again, albeit one that stuttered and stammered. “The legends are true? You’re really here with me now and this isn’t all a fantasy playing out in my head?”

The great bird landed at Abraham’s feet and changed into his human form. The deep brown skinned man stood tall before Abraham, naked except for the eagle feathers braided into his long black hair. “Everything your Elders have told you is true. I’ve been waiting for you to find me for many lifetimes. I can’t do any of this without you, Abe.”

Abraham allowed the Mighty Warrior to help him to his feet. The well-muscled man before him had to be at least six three, a good four inches taller than himself. Abraham tilted his head up slightly to look him in the eye. “I don’t even know your name let alone what I’m supposed to do to help you. What if you’ve made a mistake and I’m not the one you’ve been waiting for all this time?”

“There’s no mistake. You are my soul mate promised to me when the Thunderbirds were first created. I’m known by many names, but when we find each other again, you’ll call me Ethan.”

Abraham tentatively touched Ethan’s chest with both hands, still not entirely convinced his dream lover really stood there before him. Ethan’s muscles flexed and rippled beneath his exploring fingertips. “I’ve fantasized about you every night since I was a kid, but never before have I been able to touch you. Usually, I’m with you in flight. Why is this time so different?”

Both of Ethan’s hands covered Abraham’s as they settled over the Warrior’s heart. “Very soon we’ll be together outside of our dreams. We’ll need to be able to recognize each other when we first meet. Tonight however, is the start of our courtship ritual. Just as the eagles have danced for you in your dreams, you and I’ll finally experience all of it together in our true forms. Are you ready?”

“I’m afraid.” Abraham’s voice broke as tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. Once again the old fears gripped his heart and soul, filling him with doubts. “One wrong move and I could kill us both.” Abraham’s body shook uncontrollably as the sobs tore through him.
Ethan wrapped his arms around Abraham and held him tight against his chest. The embrace provided Abraham with a much needed boost to his confidence. “This is our destiny. There’s no right or wrong. Trust in yourself and in me. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Abraham filled his lungs with a deep cleansing breath and then slowly let it out again before he nodded. “Let’s do this before I think twice about it and wake myself up from this dream.”

Ethan’s chuckle rumbled in his chest.

The feel of it against Abraham’s skin brought a smile to his face and yet another boost of courage.

“That’s the spirit!” Ethan held Abraham’s trembling hand tightly as they walked to edge of the lake. “Look to the eagles above us now. Watch how they move around each other with ease, never worrying they’ll make a bad move and injure the other.”

Abraham’s eyes monitored every move the birds made. “Each time they get closer and closer to each other, without fear or hesitation. I wish I could be that free.” Abraham’s body swayed with the same rhythm, back and forth, following every move the birds made. He closed his eyes and opened his mind to them.

“That’s it. Talk to them with your thoughts. Let them join with you.” Ethan’s grip tightened. “Do you feel me there with you? Experience the wind against your body, lifting you higher and higher.”

Abraham’s mind reached further and further until a bright flash of orange light filled his mind. He held his breath as sights and sounds flew through his brain as if someone flipped on the fast forward button. “Oh my God! I can hear them and see everything they see. Why’s it so fast? They’re making me dizzy.” Abraham wobbled as he lost his balance.

Ethan moved to stand behind Abraham and held him up, preventing him from toppling over to the ground. “Give it a few more moments until you get used to it. They just want to share everything with you at once. It’s not every day they get to fly with a Thunderbird.”

“But I’m not—” Abraham’s heart raced and he clung to the bulging muscles of Ethan’s arms around his chest. His legs weakened again and Abraham leaned back against Ethan’s hard body for support.

“Yes, you are. I can only choose another Thunderbird to be my mate. Embrace who and what you are, Abe. I need you to truly believe, not just in me, but in us.” Ethan’s hoarse whispered plea pierced Abraham’s mind and broke down the last resistance within him.

Ethan hugged him closer to his naked body. His hard cock pulsed against Abraham’s bare ass and lower back. “Go on and connect with one of them. One day you’ll fly with me on your own, without the aid of our feathered brothers, but for tonight we’ll let them be our guides.” Ethan nibbled on Abraham’s right ear lobe before trailing down his neck. His left hand slowly stroked Abraham’s now stiff member. “That’s it. Let yourself fly with your guide.”

Abraham moaned and swayed with Ethan as they sank to their knees into the warm water of the lake. “I can feel and see everything—the ruffling of my feathers, the wind flowing all around me as we glide. I can even hear the deer running through the brush on the other side of the lake.” Through the eagle’s eyes, Abraham watched as Ethan flew next to him, the tips of their wings barely touching. In that moment, Abraham no longer knelt in the lake within Ethan’s arms, but soared high above the earth. “Unbelievable.”

“Feel your talons extend as we twirl around each other in the wind.” Ethan entwined his fingers with Abraham’s and held him even tighter, molding their bodies into one. “Now we fall…”


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Lia Michaels is the alter ego of best-selling poet and erotic romance author Tammy Dennings Maggy. With so many characters clamoring for their stories to be told, the job became a bit overwhelming for one sassy vixen to handle. Lia "volunteered" to explore the world of M/M erotic romance as well as menage. Tammy will still tell the M/F and F/F stories but don't be surprised if the two of them collaborate from time to time. With Lia, very few topics will be taboo so look for more fantasy and paranormal tales from her. She'll leave the more contemporary stuff to Tammy but still encourage her to push the limits!

Where to find Lia


Where to buy Forbidden Destiny
ARe
Smashwords
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo

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Monday, February 10, 2014

Man Monday: Pucker up! I've got lips made for kissin'

I love lips on a man. I mean, I love just about any part of a man, but lips? Oh yes! They are yummy. And they can do the most glorious things. Here are some lips to make your Monday delicious!





Wednesday, February 5, 2014

What You Got To Talk About Wednesday: Bryanna Stevens is here from Tawny Savage's Bigfoot Chronicles

Shhhhh, we're here in the jungle part of the Island looking for something.

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We've been out here for hours and still, no sign of the elusive Big Foot. Sucks. Oh well, I'm ready to head back to the lounge as I have a new guest who has been in the present of this creature coming in. I need to make sure everything is prepared for her!

Yes, stunning!

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Oh, I hear the trumpets blaring. Our guest has arrived. Please welcome, Bryanna Stevens!


Hello Bryanna, I do hope you like this set up. We'll eat after the interview. Let's start!

D. X. Luc: How did you feel when you found out your story was going to be told?
Byranna: I was very excited and a bit scared at the same time. I’m thrilled to have my story told, but don’t want to bring unwanted attention to my new family, The Forrest People. You may know them better as Bigfoot or Sasquatch.


D: Did the author do a decent job?
B: Tawny did a fabulous job. When I read how she put my story into words, I cried. She put all of my emotions right there in your face. That’s how I live my life and I think she captured it perfectly.


D: What would you say is the most wonderful part about being you?
B: Being loved by Ashar. I’ve never felt such a powerful and deep connection before. From the moment we touched for the first time, my heart knew he was the one. Nevermind he’s a seven foot wall of muscle and hair. He’s ALL mine.


D: What is the most negative?
B: I wasted over a decade of my life in a marriage that never should have been to a man that’s just evil. I should’ve been able to see that in him before we were married, but I let what I thought was love blind me.


D: What is the best quality on a woman/man?
B: I’m first attracted to the eyes on both men and women. They really are the windows of the soul. You connect first with another being through their eyes.


D: If you could pick any dessert to eat, which would that be?
B: I’m a sucker for frozen Greek yogurt, honey flavor. I can eat it plain or with fresh fruit any time during the day.


D: How would you eat said dessert?
B: Favorite way to eat it is to share it with Ashar. The look on his face when he tries to eat it too fast and gets a brain freeze is priceless!


D: What scares you?
B: Man’s ability to cause great harm to themselves and other earth creatures out of selfishness or just being evil for the hell of it. The fear of losing Ashar or one of our clan to the war that’s brewing between humans and the Forest People haunts me in my dreams.


D: What makes you smile?
B: Teaching Ashar new words. He’s pretty well versed in our language (human), but there are some words he says that brings a smile to my face every single time. He rolls his R’s to sound like a growl or a purr. When he says my name, he can make my body hum without even touching me. ;)


D: Are you thinking of starting a family?
B: It’s more than a thought, it’s my heartfelt wish to be able to carry Ashar’s child to term. I’m early in my pregnancy now, but there’s something going on with the Forest People. They’re dying out and the only way we can ensure they go on is to create half breeds…you know…strengthen the DNA.


D: Do you know anyone single who might be needing a personal "get to know D. X. Luc" session?
B: I’ve got a few in mind—as long as you don’t mind basketball player height, body hair, and near superhuman strength. hehehe
D: I'm sure I won't mind that at all!


D: Can we plan on hearing more from you in the future?
B: Yes. There’s one more book in The Bigfoot Chronicles. Tawny will reveal several secrets concerning myself, Ashar and my soon to be ex-husband Travis. It’s an explosive, mind-blowing conclusion to this part of our story. We’re still deciding if we want to collaborate on more stories. What we do know is that Tawny will be the only one we’d trust with our tales.


Say the first word that comes to mind


Thong-drenched

Sand-barefoot

Tree-redwood

Red-anger

Fun-laughter

Lame-Travis! (LOL! That’s my ex)

*Laughs* Oh Bryanna, what a great interview! I do hope all of you go out and get her story. I've read it and absolutely LOVED it!!! Thank you again for being here today.

For more information check below!




Release Date: November 30, 2013
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC
Category: short story, dark erotica, fantasy,
paranormal, monster erotica, bigfoot erotica,
Rubenesque heroine
Series Name: The Bigfoot Chronicles
Word Count: 9316 words
Pages: 21











BLURB

Bryanna Stevens was slowly dying inside. The safe and consensual sexual relationship with her husband Travis had slowly deteriorated into one filled with torment and abuse. With nowhere to turn, she pleaded her case to the Goddess Brigid. She offered herself up to the gods to do as they see fit if they’d grant her one wish—to conceive a child of her own.

Hell bent on avenging the mutilation and death of his pregnant mate, Ashar risks everything to make the humans pay. Instead, he’s blindsided by his desire for the naked beauty stretched out over an altar, pleading for the gods to give her a child. Before he can stop himself, he’s kneeling beside her. Could she be the one
to save the Forest People and mend his broken heart or the one to destroy them all?



STORY EXCERPT


She was so tired of being judged around town for trying to be true to herself. “I am who I am.” Travis used to love that about her. It was her free spirit that attracted him to her in the first place. She was the one who introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Unfortunately, over the last few years they’ve strayed from the safe and consensual to the angry sex. She wasn’t sure when he changed from the caring Dom to the nightmare control freak he was now, but she couldn’t take it anymore. The more he drank, the less he could perform unless it meant tormenting and demoralizing her. That wasn’t what she signed up for when she agreed to be his submissive.

It was time she faced the facts. Her ten year marriage was a joke. Sure the sex was over the top and exactly what she wanted—when he was able to deliver. Most days he was either too tired or too drunk to get it up. It took her to push him enough to make him pissed off before his dick would rise to the occasion and that was getting to be scarce as well.

It’s why she was surprised at how hard his cock was just before the toast. Maybe showing off in front of his friends gave him the hard on because it sure as hell wasn’t her. She slipped out of her bra and examined the scratches and tiny welts over her tits. Her right nipple appeared bruised where he bit into it. She had feared he did more damage, but luckily no part of it was missing.

She unraveled the rest of her hair from the loose braid and brushed some of the tangles out of it. She loved the way her hair appeared with soft waves after braiding. The gold and red highlights in her chestnut brown hair were a new addition and one her husband wasn’t fond of at all. He wanted her to go a deep auburn color but she refused. That set off another nasty confrontation between them. Instead of hot angry sex, he’d stormed out and stayed away. Apparently he preferred the company of the drunks and tramps at the local bar instead of staying home with her. He didn’t start talking to her again until three days ago. Whatever. I’m done.

She stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle at her feet. She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror on the bedroom door and admired her curves. It took a lot of work to keep her looking fit and it was wasted on a man who didn’t appreciate it or her at all.

She sighed and made her way to the bathroom and the large Jacuzzi tub that called her name. In there she’d work out the kinks and aches from the session in the shed and try to figure out what the hell was watching them go at it. Whatever it was, she hoped it was able to haul ass and get to safety before Travis and his posse tracked it. One thing she did know about her husband—he won’t let anyone get in his way of finding that creature and mounting it’s head on the living room wall.



* * * *



Ashar doubled back on the trail for the third time. While the humans had the guns, they were blind in the dark. He knew the forest like the back of his hand. He didn’t need any light to find his way. None of his clan did. It’s what kept them alive for thousands of years out of reach of the much inferior hairless creatures who chased him now.

He knew the names they called him. Chiye tanka was his favorite and given to his people by the Lakota tribe. Loosely translated it meant big elder brother. Ashar’s ancestors had roamed the earth long before any of the modern humans so referring to them as elders was fitting. Unfortunately the reference only existed in a few remote areas.

Ashar’s clan kept themselves hidden in the redwood forests and mountains. Few humans were allowed into their world although the Shaman often spoke of a time when their kind mated with the humans to strengthen both species. As the humans developed more, they pulled away from the old ways. Fear replaced the mutual respect, which in turn had led to the complete separation of their worlds.

Until Ashar’s kind were forced to defend their homes and way of life.

Many lives were lost on both sides until a truce was brokered. Each agreed to stay within the boundaries outlined by the treaty and give each other the space needed to peacefully coexist. Of course that didn’t last more than a few generations before the humans forgot their promises and took more and more of the forest away to build their secluded mountain communities.

In response, his kind moved deeper and deeper into the forests and literally into the mountains themselves. They carved out elaborate dwellings within the rocks and tunneled to the very center of the range. There they discovered a whole new wilderness, untouched by humans. This was his home and where his father ruled over their tribe for fifty years. Now on his deathbed, the leadership—and all their current troubles fell on Ashar’s shoulders.

His people were dying. Fewer and fewer children were born to their females each year. Those who managed to take their first breath succumbed to unknown illnesses before their fifth year. Shaman told his father it was happening because they’d abandoned the old ways of interbreeding with the humans. She said there would be one who’d come to save their people. They only had to wait for her to come to them.

One group of young males didn’t want to wait for a savior. They decided they’d take matters into their own hands and raided the mountain cabins for fertile human females. So far not one of them survived the mating rituals. Shaman only shook her head with each death. She knew none of them were the chosen one but the youth refused to listen to her. Even the females of the tribe decided they too could mate with humans.

Now Ashar had to deal with the consequences of their ill-conceived actions. The year before one of the raiding parties had been discovered by a group of humans. Most of the party scattered but one was hit with a tranquilizer dart. She’d awakened to find herself tied spread eagle on the ground while the humans took turns with her young nubile body. Unable to fight them off, she endured hour after hour of their abuse until the sedative wore off.

Ashar remembered it as if it were yesterday.




ADULT EXCERPT
(WARNING: contains sex with creature known as Bigfoot)


She gathered up the materials she needed for the ritual and placed them near the back door. She removed all of her clothing and slipped into the long purple satin robe she’d made for just such an occasion. She pulled the hood up over her head as she made her way through the yard to the altar she’d set up in her garden.

She’d designed the structure to resemble a miniature Stonehenge with a stone altar in the center of the ring of smooth cut granite and slabs of redwood. At this point in the evening, the moon had risen to a height well above the tree line. Its light illuminated her garden shrine perfectly. She began her chanting spell welcoming her spirit guides and the Goddess Brigid. She asked for the courage to continue on her journey out of the marriage that had robbed her of her self-worth and her chance to have a child of her own. She dropped her robe at the base of the altar and lit the candles at the center while she pleaded her case. “Goddess, if it’s your will please grant me this last wish. I long to have a child of my very own, to teach the ways of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone.”

She spread the cloak out on the altar and lay on top of it as an offering. Tears flowed down her cheeks. “I offer all that I am, all that I will ever be if it’s your will for life to spring from me.” Her mind wouldn’t focus on the spell, but instead kept replaying her conversation with Sandy. Could the baby she’s carrying really be the child of a Bigfoot? Is it possible?

Before she knew it, she’d altered the prayer spell. “I offer my womb to help save his clan. Any child created from our union would be cherished and harmed by no man. This I pledge. If it’s your will, so mote it be.”



* * * *



Ashar watched Bryanna from the thicket of trees closest to her ring of stones. He couldn’t look away. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in thick curls. The moonlight caused her alabaster skin to glow in front of his eyes. He longed to touch and taste her. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with her scent.

Before he could stop himself, he was kneeling in front of the altar. He became drunk with need to take her as his own.

She gasped softly. Her eyes locked with his as he pulled her toward the edge of the stone. She didn’t resist or cry out but let him do as he wished.

He parted her legs enough to glide his fingers through her slick pussy lips and then to his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste her juices. He growled and moaned at once, nearly swooning with desire he’d never known before. He placed her legs over his shoulders as his tongue dove into her folds.

“Oh my god…” Her fingers entwined in his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her body opened to him and begged for more.

He moved up her smooth skin, licking, sucking and biting his way up to her tits. his hands barely fit around the heavy orbs. He nuzzled each in turn before taking one nipple in his mouth to suckle.

She thrashed under him but didn’t try to push him away. Instead she arched her back and shoved move of her breast into his mouth. Her moans and sighs urged him to continue his exploration of her body.

He pushed himself up and watched her face closely as he eased his cock into her wetness. Afraid he’d hurt her if he let his need get the best of him, he forced himself to go as slowly as her body needed to adjust to fit him. No one but Taema had ever been able to take him in fully—until this human.

She lifted her legs so they curved around his waist. Her heels dug into his sides to pull him toward her. “Don’t fucking stop. Take me. Please…” Her lips met his with raw animalistic need. Her tongue slipped and slid over his, teasing and taunting with every movement. The other human had simply laid there while he satisfied himself as best he could. His cock was too large to fit inside that one but he’d made due. This one appeared to be made to fit him completely. The discovery opened the flood gates within him.

He didn’t need any more of an invitation. He supported his upper body with his forearms as his hips slammed into her, forcing his cock in all the way with each stroke.

Her muscles clenched around his shaft, milking and squeezing him almost to the point of pain. She screamed and cried out for more. “Yes, yes, yes!” Her body shuddered and shook beneath him and still he pounded her cunt. Never before had he experienced such pleasure and pain at the same time. He wanted more and more of her with every plunge.

Her body clenched again before she grew quiet.

Ashar roared as he released his seed inside her. He continued to thrust as cum shot out of him. He stood up, and rapidly pulled on his cock and balls to finish, shooting white cream all over her thighs, stomach and breasts.

He smoothed her hair from her sweat covered forehead, kissed her lips, and covered her with the edges of the robe. He ran his fingers through the beads of cum over her skin and smiled. “Mine.”

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Release Date: January 16, 2014

Heat Level: SEXTREME

Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC

Category: short story, dark erotica, fantasy,
paranormal, monster erotica, bigfoot erotica
Rubenesque heroine

Series Name: The Bigfoot Chronicles

Word Count: 11968 words

Pages: 30






Blurb


Bryanna Stevens finally found her true soul mate—in the form of the nearly seven foot wall of muscle and hair known by many as Sasquatch. To her he’s Ashar, the next Chief of the Forest People and the object of all her lust and desire.

Once tormented by the hatred he harbored for the humans who killed his mate and unborn child, Ashar finds welcome relief and love in the arms of the wife of his sworn enemy.

Is their union truly a blessing from the gods, or will it uncover secrets that could tear them apart forever?


WARNING!!! EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEX between humans and a creature commonly known as Bigfoot



Story Excerpt (PG rated)


May 2nd, Present Day Siskiyou Mountains
Hidden Village of the Forest People


Etsey’s angry eyes bore into him. “Do you have any idea how much danger you’ve brought to our tribe? You most of all know the violence the humans can rain down upon us. Taema’s been buried a year and you continue on this vendetta. Enough! If you’re to be Chief, your actions must set an example for the rest.” The shaman touched him on his face and her features softened. “Ashar…you are the future of our people. You must find a proper mate before your father moves on to the next world.”

He leaned into her touch. Etsey had helped raise him after his mother died during childbirth. The loss had devastated his father, Baali. Not only did he lose his mate, he had three young children to raise. Fortunately Etsey was there. As Shaman it was her responsibility to help, but as their grandmother it was her joy and honor to raise them. At least that’s what she always told them when asked why she didn’t allow the others to help out more.

“I couldn’t stay away from her. Her pleas to the Goddess wrenched my heart in two. I know her pain. Taema and I longed for children. Did you know she was with child when Travis and his friends killed her?” Tears spilled down his cheeks and into his beard. “I lost a part of me that day I thought would never return—then I saw her.”

“So you did as you forbid the others to do. You intended to hurt the humans just as they hurt you. I know about the other woman. Did you think you could just get them all with child and see who survived?”

He averted his eyes. “It was my plan in the beginning, yes. But things changed last night. Something inside of me changed and I don’t want to go back to the way I was.” He couldn’t believe he’d actually fucked the first human and she lived through it. He really didn’t care one way or another if the child she carried was his or not. It was the satisfaction he derived from her husband begging him to spare his life and take his wife in exchange that gave him the thrill. Fucking coward. When it came right down to it, most humans seemed weak compared to any of the Forest People.

Last night however, Ashar had met his match. This soft and inviting woman embraced him, kissed him back and screamed for him to keep taking her. She’d wrapped her arms and legs around him and gave herself completely over to his lust. Her scent drove him wild with desire and he longed to bury his tongue into her and drink her juices again and again. Not even Taema had ever made him feel this way.

“You know what the Prophesy foretold. You are to bring our people into a new age. I had thought it would be with the one you lost, but could this human actually be your true mate? After all these years, could it be true?”

He realized she wasn’t asking him the questions. They were directed more to herself and the gods, but he nodded nonetheless. “She asked for a child and we need children to survive to rebuild our clan again. We’ve lost too many, Shaman. This has to be what the gods had intended to happen. Why else would I be so compelled to be with her? Why do I feel this way about her if it’s not meant to be?” Could it be possible? Is this beauty the one that will help me save my kind or is it only my lust for her clouding my judgment?

“You’ll have to put aside your hate for the woman’s mate and friends if this is to work. It will eat you alive and may cost you everything you hold dear—including any future you may have with this priestess.”
Ashar’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t tell you she was a priestess.”

The elderly Shaman smiled. “You’re not the only one who has watched over this one. I’ll speak no more of this today. Only you can decide if you’ll continue down this path. I’ll only offer you one more bit of advice. Don’t get so caught up in her that you miss the dangers around you. I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of the one called Travis.”




Adult Excerpt


He watched her set up the multicolored cloth on the ground in the center of the ring of stones. He held his breath as she parted the front of the robe and let it slip from her shoulders to the ground. She appeared even more beautiful than he remembered. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her skin as she knelt and raised her arms up to the sky. A low growl formed in his throat. He wanted her with his entire being. To hell with everything else. His woman called to him.

Ashar bolted out from the protection of his beloved redwoods and stood before her, willing her to open her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took and stirred his cock to full attention.
“You came.” Her full lips parted as a slow sensual smile formed. Her lids fluttered and then opened to reveal eyes as green as the grasses after a summer rain. She held her arms out to him. “I’m yours to do as you wish.”

His knees nearly buckled at the sound of her voice full of lust and desire. His cock stood rigid in front of her and bounced with need to bury itself within her hot folds again. This time he’d take his time and have her in as many ways as possible.

Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft and squeezed, drawing him closer to her. The other hand parted the hair covering his sacs. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the engorged head popping out of its sheath.

He moaned and grasped her hair in his hands as she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed for moment to enjoy the sensations she created with her touch. He’d spent hours watching humans do this to each other and now he understood why they appeared to enjoy it so much.

She used both of her hands and her mouth to stroke as much of his cock as possible. In this manner she was able to stimulate him from tip to base over and over again. Her tits jiggled as she bobbed her head up and down.

No, no, no. It’s too fast. “Stop—”

She popped this cock out of her mouth and stared up at him in shock. “You can speak?

He nodded. “Too fast. I want to taste you now.” He fell to his knees before her and waited, his eyes transfixed by her beauty.

Her hands moved through the hair on his chest then back down. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I just never dreamed you could talk.”

He chuckled. “If it brings the smile to your face and the sparkle to your eyes, I’ll speak. But first I want to taste you again. Your scent consumes me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”

A blush formed from her breasts and up to her cheeks as she lay back onto the blanket. She bent her knees and opened herself to him.

He inhaled deeply. There was the scent that drove him wild in his dreams. He bent over and kissed her outer lips, already slick with her wetness. He stiffened his tongue and ran it from her ass to her clit and back again in long firm strokes.

Her thighs quaked under his fingers and her breathing quickened.

He raised his eyes up to see her watching him, anticipating his next move. He held her gaze as he latched onto her swollen nub. He rapidly swirled his tongue around it as he delved two fingers into her hole.
She arched her back, tossed her head from side to side, and gasped. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that…oooohhh!”



* * * *



He feathered the walls of her cunt and brought her immediately into a full body orgasm. Everything she thought about teaching her lover what to do to make her body hum went right out the window. He knew exactly how to bring her over the top in an instant. I have to be dreaming. No one has ever read my body like this.

His coarse hairs scratched her stomach as his body snaked its way up to her tits and painfully erect nipples. The low rumbling growl in his chest buzzed against her skin. He squeezed her tits together and flicked his tongue between them. The sensation sent fire straight to her core.

She pushed his hair from his forehead and touched his weather worn skin. Nothing about him frightened her and she knew in her gut it should. In his eyes she saw her own raw passion and pain. Here was her true soul mate. “What’s your name?”

He kissed her and drove his tongue past her lips to taunt and tease her. His knees pushed her legs further apart and then he ground the head of his cock against her clit. “Ashar.”

He rolled the end of his name into a purr and once again her body let loose gush of fluid soaking the comforter beneath them. He smiled and she briefly saw his fangs. They were only slightly larger than her own teeth. This solidified her idea he wasn’t the monster the world portrayed his kind to be.

He kissed her again and scraped his teeth over her bottom lip as if to say he read her thoughts. “What do your people call you, woman?”

“Bryanna…”

He shuddered against her. “Brrrrryanna.” Once again the deep sultry purr sent her into orbit. He raised his chest from her body, hooked her legs over his lower arms and then slid his glorious cock into her now dripping cunt. “I want you now, Bryanna. Can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, yes, yes…”She bucked beneath him to meet his thrusts. She wanted him deep inside her as she raced through yet another orgasm.

He shook his head and kissed her again. “Let me love you slowly.” His strokes lengthened as he slowed their rhythmic dance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. This is what I want. I’m yours, Ashar. Your gift from the Goddess.”

He rolled onto his back and kept her impaled on his dick. He held her against his chest and continued to slowly pump into her, rubbing every inch of her. “Mine.”


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Tawny Savage has always enjoyed reading and writing taboo erotica that can bring all of our deepest darkest fantasies to life. Her tales aren’t for the faint of heart and won’t always have the happily ever after ending. You’ll laugh, cry and want to beat the hell out of some of her characters and that’s just fine with Tawny. She’ll help you do it!

Join her for a ride you'll never forget! Go ahead and drop a line to her through her publisher www.sassyvixenpublishing.net. connect with her on Twitter @Tawny_Savage or check out her website Erotic Tales from Tawny Savage.

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Monday, February 3, 2014

Man Monday: Football CAN be for everyone!

I know the big game is over. But hey, that doesn't mean we can enjoy seeing what's under those uniforms.

So here's to those who either love the sport, hate the sport, or couldn't give a rat's patootie. Here's to men.


Note...when I say football, I mean soccer too. Those some hot mofos!





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