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Friday, March 22, 2013

Did You Say Dessert Isle?

Because that sounds awesome.

I'm not much of a water person, so I don't really see myself ever ending up near a deserted island. Sure, sure, I live in Bayou Country which means I kind of live on an island already, but I have modern conveniences here and I'm not giving them up without a fight.

But I'm a writer, I can make this shit up as I go along, right? Right. *cracks her knuckles*

Five things I'd take with me on a deserted island...My first question is, do I have a lot of money before I go? Like, can I buy whatever I need before I go? 'Cause that would change my answers. No? Okay fine!

1. A really long extension cord. Because there is no way in hell I'm going to be stuck out there without being able to charge up my Kindle or my laptop. The laptop is so I can write about my adventures on the island. Sure, I probably won't have internet service, but there has to be 3G somewhere around, right? Or satellites pointing in my direction. I can order books...and maybe send out a message now and then "Yo, send cookies" (can you tell I'm dieting?) and...if I had access, I could ask for help coudn't I? I'm so smart!

2. Which brings into mind my second most coveted item. With my super-savvy S.O.S, the U.S. Navy will catch my signal and dispatch a team of highly trained, highly sexy Navy S.E.A.L.S. to rescue me. They'll arrive with all of their survival gear, chocolate and solar powered equipment and then their boat will tragically sink never to be seen again. And then I'm left on the island with this:
3. Once my harem uh, heh, my rescuers are stuck, it's just a matter of time before they get to work preparing my our home. Nothing too grand, mind you. Just a little shelter to keep us out of the weather, to shield us from the sun...and worthy of my magnificence. Oh, and so they have plenty of room to spread out.
4. I don't think I'd need anything else after that. I don't want to seem greedy you know? The other deserted people would probably kick me out of the club for having excessive good fortune or something. All I'd really need is an endless supply of food and this and I'd be set for life:

And speaking of excessive good fortune, I had a book release this week. Dean's List, my EC for Men Quickie, is now out with Ellora's Cave. Check it out for more fantasies. Of a completely different kind.

A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different beauty every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.
An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

And if you're interested in goodies, I'm holding a Scavenger Hunt for one lucky winner to claim a $50 Gift Card and a digital copy of Dean's List. Check it out!

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Desert Island or Dessert Island

I guess a dessert island would be fattening. One can dream though. I guess if I was stranded on a deserted island I would want to have a survival kit stocked to the gills with everything I need to survive.

 No, I don't need a volleyball as my companion because I'd have my DH with me. I was a Girl Guide and he was a Boy Scout. We'd make that deserted island our BITCH.

 Moving on.

 So presuming the survival kit has everything including canned food I would want solar powered TV with my extensive DVD collection. Hey, which reminds me The Hobbit came out today, must buy.

 Writing implements, like paper and pens.

 Board games would be sweet.

Solar powered radio and generator would be KICK ASS too. And a bed. A nice comfortable bed.

 Sun all the time, cause I hate snow y'all. I know, I know I'm Canadian ...but I frakking hate SNOW. I'm not made for snow. Now, I'm rambling. I hope I don't get stuck on a deserted island any time soon. I'd sooner settle for a ranch house in the west and it would be summer all year long.

Aaaah. Montana, now if you only didn't get snow you'd be my paradise. This is a pic on the way to Great Falls Montana in June 2012. From my epic road trip this summer. :)


Monday, March 18, 2013

My Island

So, I’m sitting here thinking about this month’s topic, five things you would want with you if you were stranded on an island, and I realize that I am way too sensible for my own good. I mean, the first two things I thought of were a fishing pole and some kind of shelter.  A sexy naked man didn’t make the list until number four. Number four! What the hell kind of smutty romance author leaves out the sexy man until number four? I mean, he barely made the list. And then I added another sexy man, and realized maybe I do still qualify for this role.

And then after I struggled with what and who I would take for twenty minutes, I remembered I’ve already written the book. Bermuda Triangle is about a woman and two very sexy men who crash onto an island and are stranded there. And conveniently, the island wasn’t always uninhabited, but has the necessities and a few comforts to make it so survival isn’t so hard and they have plenty of time and energy for other activities.

So I’ll leave you with a sexy excerpt from Bermuda Triangle.



Paige looked over to catch Dalton pulling down his underwear.

“What are you doing?” She stared at him with her mouth wide open, trying to keep herself from staring down at his cock dangling out there for the world to see.

“You’re offended by a little skinny dipping?” He grinned, unconcerned that his entire body was naked, gleaming in the sunlight for her to see.

“No. I’m…” It wasn’t like his underwear left a lot to the imagination anyway, but getting naked with this man was definitely not a good idea.

“It’s just you and me, and I’ll look the other way until you get in if you want.” His eyes taunted her. “You don’t want to be walking around in soggy clothes for the rest of the day.”

It wasn’t like she was real modest, and he was right. She didn’t want to be soggy for the rest of the day. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Turn around.”

Dalton turned away and climbed down into the pool as Paige stripped off her clothes and quickly climbed into the water. The cool wetness engulfed her naked skin and caused her nipples to come to attention. At least she told herself it was the water and not the fact that Dalton was completely naked just a few feet from her.

He swam gracefully over to the waterfall, muscles bulging and water gleaming off them with every stroke. He stood up and the water level was right at his waist, hiding his cock from her view, and Paige didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Dalton leaned back into the flowing water, letting it rush over his head and run down his sexy six-pack abs, looking like something straight out of a movie. A really damn good movie.

“Do you know how to swim?” he asked as he moved his hands to his head, pushing the hair and water away from his eyes.

“Yes.” One word answers were going to be the only thing Paige could come up with him over there looking so sexy and causing heat to rush to her core.

“Swim over here then.” His sexy voice tempted her.

Paige pushed off her smooth rock perch and swam across to where Dalton stood. Most of the pool was shallow enough she could touch the bottom, but she swam anyway. It was a good way to make sure her breasts were hidden from his view. Paige submerged completely for the last couple of feet of the swim. Water from the falls splashed her face when she emerged next to Dalton.

She bobbed under the water again and resurfaced on the other side of him, away from the waterfall. It was shallow enough there that she sat on the rock edge with the water safely up to her neck.

Dalton moved to sit beside Paige and she instinctively brought an arm up to cover her breasts. It was dumb. He didn’t seem to mind being naked in front of her, but the water was clear and she was feeling self-conscious.

“You don’t need to hide from me, Paige. You have a beautiful body, but I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” He reached a hand to her face and tilted her head to force her to look into his eyes.

His face was inches from hers and Paige’s heart started to pitter. Stupid uncontrollable emotions. She needed to guard herself from this man.

Dalton moved his lips down to Paige’s but stopped before touching her, giving her the chance to move away. She should move away, it was the smart thing, the decent thing, but her body didn’t budge. He took it as an invitation and pressed his lips to hers softly, but with a hunger for more. She parted her lips, let his tongue explore her slowly, sensually as the water lapped around her body. Tongues tangled and the pulsing sensation in her crotch intensified.

“Do you want me to touch you, Paige?” He looked into her eyes and waited.

She couldn’t say no. That would be a complete lie. Her core tingled for him. She shouldn’t say yes either.

When she didn’t answer, he took it as a yes again, pulling her into the deeper water, against him for another kiss. This time he was more aggressive, full of passion as Dalton wrapped his arms around Paige’s naked flesh.

His hard-on pressed against her belly and heat shot to her pussy. The cool water wasn’t enough to stop the need. She wanted Dalton’s hard cock between her legs, thrusting into her heat and wetness until she couldn’t take any more.

Sky Robinson
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Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Cabal loves them some Big Cocks and Shamrocks

Thanks to Close Encounters with the Night Kind and Read Between the Lines for helping us with this hop.

 The perfect man—with the imperfect cock and oral skills. The Dom who isn’t a dom, and the man who proves it to him. The alien with dessert-flavored semen and three cocks. The older man (a kajillionaire with a penthouse in Seattle…) who has limitless ability to come all night with his naïve little virgin. A woman on a diet who craves a feast of meat and finds herself five Broadshaft Brothers who can deliver.
If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

Links: Amazon   Ellora's Cave   B&N

The virgin whose carefully planned hymen removal doesn’t work out the way all the romance novels told her it would. A busty broad doing what she can to get over her penis anxiety—assisted by a cadre of male strippers. A not-so-bright (and not so “big”) alien who comes to claim his life mate, and the Earth girl who wants to be claimed at all costs. A cursed, mute shapeshifter who needs to pop his cherry with his unsuspecting fated mate.

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

Links: Amazon   Ellora's Cave   B&N

The Grand Prize of this crazy bloghop is a Naughty Basket!
The items:
- tickler/flogger (one on each end)
- penis-shaped sour candies
- flask that reads "girls with class don't need a glass"
- g-spot vibe
- oral sex "essentials" kit
- glow in the dark erotic dice
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Friday, March 15, 2013

It's Friday Bitches!!!

It's Friday! It's Friday!

Let's do something really fun...like crack open a beer or a bottle of wine and read some Cabal of Hotness sizzling romance! (Can you crack open a bottle of wine? Ah hell, we'd figure out how to do it. I'm picturing the Cabal stranded on the desert island everyone keeps talking about with bottles of wine and no corkscrew. Oh we'd get those bottles open, don't you worry.) But I digress.

I am standing at my kitchen island making empanadas...the dough and everything. Chicken & chorizo empanadas (I'm thinking Bootay Hotness would appreciate this--though I suppose in Jamaica they call them...pasties? No patties, right? They don't go on your boobs. Unless your man has a meat pie fetish, and let's face it, I have a SERIOUS meat pie fetish and would gladly eat them off any of you.) :) But I digress. Again.

Cooking is just one of my outlets. And I need it right now because I've had a rough week. My basement flooded, I'm so behind at my day job that I might lap myself at this point, and I got NO writing done at all. That sucks for my poor menage trio who are itching to GET IT ON again. And again. Horny bastards (and bitch--can't forget my girl Evie. She's a tough chick to hold her own with Ford and Charley!)

But you know what this rough week reminds me? That I have friends. The ladies of the Cabal aren't just my "business partners", they're my support group, my safety net, my gang who's got my back. (This is the moment where Cajun Hotness pulls a razor blade from inside her cheek and asks, "Naughty Hotness, tell me who I gotta cut!" It's nice to have friends like that.)

I am so thankful for this INSANE group of women. There have been so many times that one of us has freaked out, threw in the towel, "I can't do it! You guys go on without me!" and they refuse. We often say, once you're in the Cabal, you're in for good, like it or not. It's like the mob, only more fun. 

We confess the things to each other that you'd never tell another human being...and it makes us feel better. For most of us, this writing is a labor of love. We can't say we support ourselves doing it, but sometimes it pays for our kids' sports fees, or a dinner out! Sometimes it just pays for that bottle of bottom shelf tequila we need to get us through that month. But we never give up. It's a passion. 

So support my ladies--for a few bucks you get to live someone else's sexy, crazy life in the books the Cabal writes. Find one you haven't read yet and give it a try, knowing that you're supporting an amazing group of women who are dedicated to making this writing thing work.

And I'll remind you--it's FRIDAY!! Take a deep breath and have a great weekend. :) 

Kisses and licks,

Piper Trace, aka Naughty Hotness

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Please Don't Strand me on a Desert Island!

Recently I’ve found myself longing for a simpler life, picturing myself in a small cottage by the sea or in the hills, balmy breezes coming through the window to ruffle my sarong as I sit at my desk writing. The tiny kitchen is just sufficient for whipping up tasty meals made from local produce, and internet radio provides the backdrop to my life, giving me the variety of music I need to keep sane.

I’m thinking you’re starting to see the problem…

My fantasies of a nice, quiet, peaceful existence always start out small and simple, but then expand. Me, the Hubster and a few dogs in a small, one bed cottage. Then I want an office and the cottage gets bigger. Soon I start wondering where the kids will stay when they come to visit, how many dogs I really can have in the small space, etc. etc.

I don’t think I’m really cut out to live simply, when you get right down to it.

So, we come down to the question at hand… what five things would I have to have to survive on a deserted island. Ugh. That’s incredibly difficult to even contemplate.

I’d want the husband, because he likes to fish and is pretty handy. I guess any man with the same attributes would do, but I’m really attached to the one I have, so I’d pick him.

A dog. Yep, I need at least one dog. They’re the ultimate companions and friends and just have the ability to make my heart sing. If I’m gonna be stranded, I want to be stranded with a dog. I’ll train it to chase the lizards/iguanas away, if there are any on the island, ’cause I just can’t stand those mo-fos.

Something to write on and with. A computer with a never-ending source of power, umpteen pads of paper and pens that don’t run dry—something, anything to get the voices out of my head and onto the page.

Food. Of all different kinds—like a magic crate that when you dip your hand into it you come out with something unexpected. I’m a foodie and the thought of living solely on fish and coconuts is enough to make me want to lose my mind.

Music. I’ll give up TV and movies in a heartbeat but I’d need some way to be able to hear music, and preferably not just what I have on my MP3 player right now. I love hearing new songs, discovering new types of music and previously unknown-to-me artists. Without that I may just go a little insane.

So that’s my list—man, dog, writing implements, food and music. I know it’s a cheater list, but hey, it’s my desert island and I can furnish it however I want!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Deserted Island

So what's the first thing you think of? Deserted island. For me its Bugs Bunny and Castaway, then when I think of Castaway all sorts of tropical movies spring to mind. Robinson Crusoe, Swiss Family Robinson - so loved their tree house by the way, Pirates of the Caribbean and all those wonderful pirate stories I devoured when I was young and impressionable.

To be on a deserted islands sounds romantic and lovely, but honestly it would be a bitch. No food, no bug spray, no internet, no toilet paper, no batteries for the toys. Sounds like a list doesn't it ;)

I love the water, beach, sun, palm trees and everything that goes along with it. I've had the good fortune to do a lot of traveling *pre-kids* and now *empty nest*. My all time favorite destination was the South Pacific. Waaaay back in 1985 I traveled with the (ex shhh) to Tahiti, Moorea, Cook Islands, Fiji and Hawaii. I have over 500 slide to prove the trip and they are still in slide format. They need to be scanned so I can revisit those lovely places. A close 2nd to the SP is North Captiva Island in Florida. Meat Man surprised me with a trip there in February for my birthday. Numerous Caribbean beach sand has covered my toes, as well as some stony beaches in England and Europe. Okay, so getting the travel bug right now

With all that background of travel I'd have to say my list of 5 things to have on a desert island is - drum roll puh-lease......
  1.  net - to be used for fishing and over my bed
  2. Burt's Bees lip balm - I so hate dry lips
  3. Survival Kit with everything I'd need, like matches, first aid, pots, solar blanket, a few tools, bug spray, water purifying tablets, tarps, rain gear, compass, flare gun.  I know this is a cheater catch all but what the hell.
  4.  batteries - What? For the flashlight you dirty minded person you :)
  5. Canned food.

Now as a parallel, I asked Meat Man what he would bring:

  1. satellite phone
  2. satellite tv
  3. satellite radio
  4. lots of canned food w/ can opener
  5. sleeping bag
  6. pot
So now he's trying to cut stuff out so he can add in an axe to cut wood so he can have a fire. I asked him how he'd light that fire and he wants a magnifying glass now. So he's further cutting out the satellite radio and the phone. He then said what the hell I have a phone I can just call someone in for all the stuff and no longer be deserted. LOL A man's mind at work.

What would you bring?

My most recent release with Sybarite Seductions. a quickie hot story about wild, spontaneous, stranger sex.  It's a double point of view book. We get her story, his - oh did I mention he's a hot cop? and then you can get both stories in one book called No Toys Tonight - An Adventure Twice Told

No Toys Tonight 

Girls’ night out at a male strip club, at first Fiona thought it was just what she needed to let her hair down and go wild. But when things get a little bit out of hand, she bolts, right into the car of a very sexy-voiced cabby. Or so she thinks.
Nearly blinded by the blowing dust, it takes her a few moments to realize she’s stumbled into the backseat of a police car. When she discovers the cop is just as sexy as his voice, her inner wild child begs to come out and play.

No Toys Tonight—Off Duty 

After a rough work day, all off-duty cop Reid wants is pizza, beer and to watch football. But fate has other plans for him. Outside a strip club a gorgeous beauty flags him down and his sense of duty makes him stop.
Despite a case of mistaken identity, Reid can’t help but be attracted to the woman in his backseat, and when she propositions him, he’s unable to resist the call to duty.
“Holy shit, you’re a cop.”

“Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”

Fiona couldn’t look away from him and her tongue was tied. He smiled and the cutest dimple creased into his cheek. Her finger itched to reach out and trace it. He was one hot dude. “I-I’m sorry. I was blinded by the dust and thought you were cab.” She glanced around. This wasn’t a normal cop car. It was plush almost, a comfy sedan with fabric seats and darkened windows. “Umm, this doesn’t look like a cop car.”

“It’s a detective vehicle. Unmarked.” He was still driving and she caught his look in the rear view. “So, what are you plans for the rest of the night?”

Did he just ask her out? Go with it Fiona. Go with it.

She put on the best seductive smile she could muster and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished.”
He didn’t say a thing. Just stared at her. Oh god, had she just gotten herself arrested as a hooker or something? But when his mouth quirked into a smile, she knew it was okay. Fiona sighed and leaned back on the seat, rubbing her palm over the fabric, thankful it wasn’t a police cruiser with sticky, plastic seats.

So then, what do you think comes next? I hope you liked the blurb and want to read more.

Be bad…you might like it.
You can find me at:
The Cabal of Hotness
Ellora’s Cave
All Romance ebooks
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Sybarite Seductions
Lyrical Press

Friday, March 8, 2013

Geekster's Deserted Island Getaway

The month's topic is what five things I'd want on a deserted island. I know we're supposed to be limited to five things, so I'm totally cheating. LOL If I've got to be on a fictitous island I'm designing the perfect place to end up. Why suffer? Right?

My island is going to be tropical, of course. The weather is gorgeous all the time, but we get partly cloudly every day around nap time. It has a spring-fed stream that falls beautifully into a pool. There are NO bugs or spiders on my island, at all. There will be fruit trees, edible plants, and small game animals. Oh, and the ocean brings us drift wood daily. Gotta have a sustainable sorce of fuel, right?

1. A HUGE suitcase full of summer clothes, because I'm crashing into this island on my way to Florida or something. Because, UGH, if I had to wear the same clothes every day I think I'd go nuts. Also, in this suitcase is a pair of sandals, leather belt or two, shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap, a razor, a bottle of Ibuprofen and a beach towel.

2. A first aid kit full of all kinds of goodies. Band aids, ointments, scissors, tape, bandages, alcohol wipes, gloves, etc.

3. My hubby, because he's a great outdoorsman, and well, if I'm stuck on a beautiful island I want him with me. I'm shivering with all the kinky fun we could get up to. Hmm... that leads me to the next thing.

4. A tool box, and you guessed it, overflowing with stuff. It'll have the normal items: hammer, screwdriver, pliers, clamps, wire, nails, etc. But, it'll have some extras like carabiner clips, rope, knife, and other corruptables. (Hey, it's my blog post, I can do what I want)

5. Lastly- I want a survival kit, but really only for the matches, compass, fishing hooks and more rope. Oh, and a collapsible cook set.  Again, why not, right?

Who wants to come to MY island?!

I'm going to do a shoutout for my latest release as well.

Bound at the Ball is now available on Amazon, BookStrand and B&N

Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball. Warrior Sabar T'Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate. Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her? ** A Siren Erotic Romance

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Chocolate's Deserted Island

5 things I would bring on a deserted island

Normally I have a hard time coming up with things to write about, but this month’s topic is an easy one.

The three things I would bring right off the bat are my children. I know, not sexy at all, but that can't be avoided. The next thing would be my husband.

One, because I love him and if me and the kids are stranded on an island, he gets to suffer with us as well. No getting remarried and starting a new family for him. No way. We suffer and we suffer together. The next reason would be because I need someone to hunt, fish, build and fend off wild animals. So yes, there’s the manual labor aspect of it as well. Who else would let me sleep in, squeal at rodents and bitch and moan but my husband?

The other reason is the sex of course. I can't leave that luscious hunk of love’in at home. If the wild animals didn’t get me, the long nights tossing and turning, thinking about what I was missing eventually would. I even image how fine my man would look in his loin cloth, because unlike me, he doesn’t have an aversion to working out. I imagine how his primal side would come roaring out in full force and it makes me all gitty inside.

In this little scenario I also imagine that the lack of food and the change in diet would probably slim off the forty pounds I’ve been fighting to lose. And despite the lack of exercise, I am lighter, fitter and look totally hot in my jungle wear.

The last thing I would bring is a survival kit. I’m not stupid my sweets. In this kit would be a flare, shot gun, handgun, tons of bullets, knives, needle and thread, lighter and extra lighter fluid, tents (three to be exact), sleeping bags and of course a satellite phone with a GPS and back-up battery. The first thing I would do is call the authorities and give them our coordinates and ask them to give us two weeks so we could enjoy a nice family vacation. Then two weeks later, I would pack up our belongings and wait on the beach for us to be rescued by the luxury liner that would be sent to get us.

Like I said, I’m not dumb.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Five things I'd want on a desert island...

So I'm stranded on a desert island. Let's say the island is large enough to provide a little shelter under the trees and enough food that's not poisonous (and I know the difference) to at least sustain me. Hey, this is my blog and I'm making up the rules around here...

With the essentials taken care of, I can concentrate on things that will make my life easier until I'm rescued.

1. Hot man who also happens to be strong and agile - he can be a huge help for finding food and fighting off beastly creatures. When he's done with that he can provide...other services.
2. Generator and a source of gas on the island- I've got to have somewhere to recharge my Kindle, right?
3. Kindle loaded with five thousand books- I figure those will take me a while to get through.
4. Unlimited supply of sunscreen- I am a pale little thing, unfortunately, and burn within about ten minutes of being out in the sun.
5. Spring/lake with fresh water- it can serve so many purposes...bathing, cooking, drinking, frolicking...

Yep, those are my five. What do you think?

My first male/male romance just released from Loose Id last week. It's called See the Light. Here's the blurb and an excerpt:

Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.

Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out.  He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?


Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.
What the fuck am I doing?
Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”
I can’t stop.
“I need to do this.”
Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.
He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.
Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl,  the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.
“So fucking hot.”

Copyright 2013, Cassandra Carr

See the Light is available at Loose Id, Amazon, and ARe. B&N and other third-party retailers should have it soon.

For more info about me or my books, check out my website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.
-- Cassandra