Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Birthday Bash Day 22 - Kimber Vale

My Most Memorable Birthday
by Kimber Vale

How sad is it that I can’t really come up with a memorable birthday? Pathetic. The truth is I’m the kind of girl who hopes people forget her birthday. I don’t like a big fuss made over me. I don’t like to be reminded that I’m one year closer to needing Botox and a boob lift. Birthdays and I just don’t mix, other than they give me a jolly good excuse to over imbibe.

Unfortunately, my three kids and husband are uber-into birthdays, so they’re confounded by my lack of enthusiasm.

I’m always tasked with making birthdays fun for others, which I don’t mind doing, honestly. I’ve made some damn fancy cakes over the years. Heck, as I type this, it’s my oldest’s eleventh birthday and I have a skull-shaped lemon cake in the oven right this very second. Smells phenomenal.

So anyway, after much thought on the thirty-eight magical holidays all my own, I’ve come up with a most memorable. It was my sixth birthday, so unfortunately for anyone looking for a juicy yarn about intoxication and a sweaty ménage-a-man-sandwich, that wasn’t the year. And that wasn’t on my birthday, anyway, otherwise this would totally be a raunchy post.

Picture it. December in New York. I’m a kindergartener and I’m a crazy bundle of excitement waiting for my mom to show up with cupcakes for my class party. I’m wearing my favorite grey bellbottom overalls with the rhinestones and rainbows on them. My mom had set my hair in curlers the night before so I’d be picture perfect for my big day.

But it was snowing heavily all morning after the bus picked us up, and the huge hill near my parents’ house was impassible. Impossibly impassible. My mom couldn’t make it to school. I’m pretty sure I cried my blond curls straight.

Well, that story sucked.

How about my sweet sixteen party, where I convinced my friend Keljon to have his band come and play out of my parents’ garage? That pretty much kicked ass. Way better than cancelled cupcakes, anyway, even if my parents vetoed the keg I lobbied for. What a shitty kid I was. I’m going to go call my mom right now and apologize.

Well, however you like your birthdays, Emily, I hope you have a fantastic one with both cake and good music. J Maybe even a man-sandwich if that’s the sort of day you’re after.

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Blurb for Double Takes: Shooting Stars Book 2:
Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?


Excerpt:
Lance’s hand on top of his stopped Gio from silencing the irritating voice.

Gio sat down heavily next to Lance, one hand still burdened by his dinner plate and the other sandwiched between Lance’s palm and the remote. He didn’t dare pull it away, and Lance apparently wanted to see the entire commercial because he kept Gio trapped there until it finished.

“What was that all about?” Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.

“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s most degrading way to make a paycheck.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.

“The producers took some stupid poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm. They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating pool. It’s all bullshit—just for ratings.”

“So, you’re not really dating that guy?”

“No! Well, yeah, I have to for the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”

“So, you aren’t bi, then?” Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.

“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve screwed around with guys before, ass munch.

The confused squint of the eyes staring back at him—moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his pupils—told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.

“I always wondered if those rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.

“Well, you know how it is … when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.

Lance’s face was introspective and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”

Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but was scared shitless at the same time.

Lance placed his dinner on the coffee table and turned to Gio.

What is going on? How do I even respond to that?

“So…?” Gio began, but then Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.

Lips, soft yet firm and unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom lip between his own.

Lance’s tongue darted out to lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s domain.

A low rumble came from somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling, twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their tongues.

Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? Nothing about this kiss—hot slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks—nothing about it was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was vibrant—electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting, drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right, like nothing before ever had. It flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance had.

Gio pulled away from his thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on the table just as a cheer went up on the television.

The Red Sox had scored a home run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?

Lance took a long pull off his water. Gio watched him out of the corner of his eye while he pretended to be enraptured by Big Papi jogging the bases. He had no clue what he should do or say. I’m not really into guys didn’t seem at all right anymore. Lance made it easy for him.

“Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Just wanted to give you something to think about and you can get back to me on it.” He gave a half smile that was sexy as hell.



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Kimber Vale writes romance of all stripes, from hot hetero stories to mouthwatering men falling in love (under the name K. Vale). Keep up with Kimber’s news on her blog and friend/follow her on Facebook and Twitter

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Monday, April 21, 2014

Birthday Bash Day 21 - Poppy Dennison

First of all, I’d like to thank Emily for having me and wish her the happiest of birthdays! I had the pleasure of meeting Emily at the Coastal Magic convention in Daytona this year and she’s such a doll!
Emily asked me for my most memorable birthday experience, and boy is it a doozy. Picture me, young and innocent. (Oh hush, peanut gallery. I was young and innocent once! I was, dangit!) I’ve never been a birthday party kind of gal. I’m more of a have dinner with friends type. So when my friend, we’ll call him X to protect the *snerk* innocent, asked me to go out with him, I was a bit hesitant. Couldn’t we just have a nice dinner?

But no. X would not give in. He had a plan in mind. Something to broaden my horizons. So I got gussied up—do people still say gussied anymore or is it just a southern thing?—and off we went. To a gay bar. The only gay bar in town. The gay bar with a really raunchy reputation.

So, sweet and innocent Poppy went to the bar with wide eyes and, I’ll admit it, a bit of excitement in my wee little heart. Oh was I ever in for it. Who knew when my sweet little self walked in on X’s arm that I’d be in for such a wild night?

The music was fast and lights shone brightly. There was a drag show early—my first experience with drag queens and oh are they amazing!—and then the real fun began. I ended up sitting at the bar while X got his groove on. It was a blast. Everyone was so nice and I’ll confess I got my groove on a few times too.

It got late. There may have been a few cosmos involved. Then…drama! The guys decided, for some reason I’ve never been quite clear on, to have a kissing contest. Hey, I was all for it! Boys kissing? Yep. Worked for me. I ordered a new cosmo and prepared to enjoy the show.

Then things got really…exciting. How would they decide who won? Who could be an impartial judge?

All heads swiveled in one motion to me, the only gal in the bar. Ever seen a deer in headlights? Yep. I vaguely remember a big debate. Mostly me saying it wasn’t a good idea. (See…innocent! I swear! I protested… a lot!!) But they weren’t having any of it and I had just enough vodka in me to finally shrug and say ‘okey dokey’. Yep. That’s exactly what I said. They all laughed about it.

So, up I went onto the stage. Yep. They did it on the stage. Fortunately, I had altoids in my purse, cause yeah…

Contestant #1 strolls up, his significant other standing to the side grinning like a loon. I puckered up, and he laid one on me. I mentally scored him. It was nice, a little more tongue then I normally prefer. *blinks* Yeah. I thought that. I blushed a brilliant shade of poppy red.

Contestant #2 swept me back in a dip and plastered his lips to mine. Once I recovered from the dizzy spell (remember, I’d had a few cosmos), I gave him a higher score than #1 . Not as much tongue…

Then there was a murmur through the crowd. Contestant #3 stepped onto the stage. He wasn’t the best looking of the three, not that it mattered. It wasn’t like I stood a chance with any of them. LOL. His boyfriend danced at the side of the stage, a strangely eager expression his face. I was puzzled. What was the big deal?

He stepped up to me, cupped my cheek gently in my hand, and gave me the best kiss of my life. No kidding. Boy could kiss. My knees grew weak, my heart pounded, my stomach had little butterflies. He stepped away. I blinked, then pulled him back and kissed him again. What? It was a contest! I had to make sure I had enough *ahem* evidence to award the prize.

Yeah. He won. A lot. *nods* His boyfriend, not wanting to be left out, joined in. And no, I’m not making any of this up. I promise. So Contestant #3 won, I got a cup of coffee as a thank you for being the judge. (Hmm…I wonder now if there is some sort of connection between my addiction to coffee and that amazing kiss…probably so. *slurps coffee* Ahhh, good memories.)

Now, you’d think the story was over there, wouldn’t you? I went home, slept off the cosmos and went about my life. A few days later, I took my nephew in for Christmas photos. (My birthday is in December.) Wanna guess who the photographer was? Yep. Contestant #3. I froze, blinked, turned a brilliant shade of red. He burst out laughing. Those are the best photographs ever. What? The man was talented all around.

So there you have it. My most memorable birthday experience. I can’t say as I’ll ever have one quite as memorable as that.

Happy Birthday Emily! I wish you lots of birthday kisses too!



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Author Bio:
A sassy southern lady, Poppy Dennison developed an obsession with things that go bump in the night in her early years after a barn door flew off its hinges and nearly squashed her. Convinced it was a ghost trying to get her attention, she started looking for other strange and mysterious happenings around her. Not satisfied with what she found, Poppy has traveled to Greece, Malaysia and England to find inspiration for the burly bears and silver foxes that melt her butter. Her love of paranormal continues to flourish nearly thirty years later, and she writes steamy love stories about the very things that used to keep her up all night. If her childhood ghost is lucky, maybe one day she’ll give him his own happily ever after.

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Computer Malfunction

I just wanted to let you all know that my computer just quit on me, so I will be getting it fixed by Monday hopefully, but my mother has said I can use her computer, so I will add the posts up ASAP Sunday evening. So if you're here looking for the birthday bash post, it'll be up soon. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Birthday Bash Day 19 - Jade Buchanan

First off, happy birthday month! I can’t wait to celebrate my birthday every year, and I have quite a few memories that I’d love to share but I’ll keep it to one A few years ago I spent my birthday in Beijing and it was a really great way to rest, relax and explore a new city and country. I like to visit a new country every year and when I chose China I didn’t realize at first that the trip would fall over my birthday. It was near the beginning of my trip and I was alone at the time, which sounds lonely but it was really nice. I ended up spending the day in a courtyard drinking coffee and reading. Slightly boring, I know, but I so needed the day off! And it was such a beautiful place to do it.

Here’s a pic of me on my birthday in the courtyard. Yeah, yeah, I could have taken one without me in it, but what’s the fun in that?

And, even better, I managed to brainstorm a story! Pandamonium is part of the Northern Bears series, featuring polar bear shifters, pizzly bear shifters and introducing a panda bear shifter. Yes, I’m slightly cracked And the best part of it is that the panda on the cover is a picture I took when I was in China. How cool is that?!?



Pandamonium
In the continuing saga of Bear With Me... Nuka Kisoun has been looking forward to his holiday in China for months. Two weeks as the fourth wheel for his cousin Theo and Theo's two mates may not sound like an adventure, but he's game for anything. Only his relaxing vacation turns into pandemonium when Nuka discovers their sweet little tour guide is
his mate. It's every man for himself when panda shifter Jackie Yu meets a big, bad polar bear who plays for keeps.



Excerpt:
"Holy crap! You may be spending the night with me, after all," Nuka said with a laugh as he finally entered his new digs.

The boys were in the room next door, but if their room was anything like his, they'd be forced to fit two bodies on a twin bed if all three of them insisted on sharing the same room.

"I'm just tired enough I might spend the night here." Theo shook his head as he ducked in for a quick look. "Holy crap, I think both of us are going to hang off the end. The bed's not very long."

"And it's hard as a rock," Robin piped up from next door.


"How do you turn on the lights?" Nuka asked. None of the switches worked. What the heck? Did they get a faulty room or something?

"You have to insert your key card. It saves energy if there's no one in the room." Theo showed him how it worked and turned on the main light. "This actually works pretty well. Since we have two keys per room, we can leave one of them in during the day, and run the air conditioner if it gets really muggy."

Huh. That worked. Not exactly energy saving at the end of the day, but he'd take it. His big ass polar bear body wasn't feeling very nice right now. He'd been here less than a day, and he was already hot.

"Okay, so someone explain how long we have before we meet our group?"

Figured it would be Robin who hadn't done his homework. Nuka shook his head and decided to entertain himself while Theo took his mates into their room. He'd already memorized their entire itinerary, so he knew they had a few hours before they met their guide for dinner. Deciding he'd give his cousin some private time, Nuka determined to go out and explore the hotel to kill some time.

He was intrigued by the seaweed Pringles he found in the gift shop, and put some dough down on those and a few bottles of mini liquor bottles for gifts. Some of his buddies would get a kick out of that. Especially since he couldn't quite figure out what they were.

Stepping outside the hotel was an experience. Holy crap, it was loud. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason for the traffic patterns, and it seemed like pedestrians took their own lives in their hands if they wanted to cross the street. There were also so many smells around that he could barely smell himself. His shifter senses didn't like this at all.

It didn't take long for Nuka to use up the remaining free time and head back to the rooms to pick up his fellow travelers. He wondered what their guide would be like. He'd never done anything like this, and he really didn't know what to expect. Who else would be traveling with them, and where would they be from?

Soon they were all standing in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for someone to approach them. They all thought it was easier for them to be recognized than for them to figure out which one of the locals was their guide. Although, they weren't seeing anyone else that looked like they were tourists.

The lobby was pretty nice, decorated mostly in white with an oak bar off to the right where a few tables had been set up for bar patrons. Pale peach accents had been thrown up here and there, and he wished he could tell who the portraits were of, but he hadn't brushed up on his history or his Mandarin before coming, so it was a nice mystery. There was no way he could read the little brass plates set to the side of each portrait. He did recognize the picture of Mao Zedong, though. That one was easy.

The main doors to the outside had been propped open, and a whole slew of scents was coming in, blocking his senses again. He inhaled, bringing in the spicy smell of food cooking somewhere, mixed in with exhaust and a variety of perfumes.

"Big Sky Adventures?"

Nuka startled at the interruption. He hadn't heard anyone approach. He turned at the melodic voice to spy an adorable man at his side. He stifled a growl of appreciation, figuring the newcomer wouldn't appreciate it.

"I'm Jackie. I'm your guide."

Well, shit, this may or may not be a good thing. Jackie was fucking cute. Short and compact, with a lithe build and a short haircut, he was definitely nice to look at. He was sporting a pair of khaki shorts with runners and a white tee with the Big Sky Adventures logo on the front. A backpack slung over one shoulder completed his look.

"I'm Nuka," he finally responded, extending his hand.

The feel of Jackie's palm in his own had him stifling other things. Shit, this wasn't good. Everything in him was pinging in delight at Jackie. He was hitting every one of Nuka's turn-ons.

Perving on their guide might not be the best way to start this trip, especially since Theo had always accused Nuka of having a faulty gaydar. He just could never tell unless someone was obviously coming on to him. He blamed it on the slim pickings he experienced back home...


And for anyone who doesn’t want to buy it, I’ll be giving away a copy of Pandamonium right now! A randomly selected person will be drawn from the comments. Thanks and good luck!



About Jade:
Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions and Jade is also a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation.

Originally from Northern Ontario, she’s lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta where she’s hard at work on her next story.

Jade loves to hear from readers! Check out her website at http://www.jadebuchananbooks.com

Friday, April 18, 2014

Birthday Bash Day 18 - Belinda McBride

I’m a huge sci-fi, space opera fan, so when I was first introduced to An Uncommon Whore, I fell in love with Belinda’s world. AUW is still one of my all time top 10, and I’m begging (nagging) Belinda for a fourth book set in this universe. Anyways, I fell in love with her stories, and I know you will too, so please help me welcome Belinda McBride!




The Most Memorable Birthday

To be honest, I’ve had a lot of birthdays, most not so memorable, some were just outstanding. Years ago, I made a pact with myself. That year, everyone pretty much forgot my big day. My kids, my mother…they all forgot. I went to the grocery store and bought myself a cake. That year, I promised myself that even if everyone forgot, my birthday would always be special.

Over the years, I’ve made sure to do something fun or special when that day came around. One year my dog Logan qualified for Westminster Kennel Club’s big show, so though it was early, I celebrated my birthday in Manhattan with my dog. Other years I went to conventions, one in New Orleans, another in Colonial Williamsburg. And one year I went to Alaska and was a volunteer handler for a dog team at the Iditarod.


The most memorable birthday was also dog related, and it set the bar for the years to come. In 1996, I had a litter of Siberian Husky puppies. In fact, it was the first litter I ever bred, and produced Logan, who was a dog of my heart. When the puppies were tiny, I was contacted by a trainer from a company called Birds, Animals Unlimited. They were looking for a Siberian Husky pup to play a small role in a movie called “The Adventures of Mowgli and Baloo.” So when the pups were about 10 weeks old, a trainer showed up and evaluated them, and then contracted Keema and Rose.

In March, the trainer picked them up and transported them to his home in Southern California, and then I traveled down for the actual shoot. We spent two days on location; an old movie lot up in the mountains. I remember laughing at the young star of the movie. His name was Brandon Baker, and every time I saw him, he was surrounded by a massive entourage. He had a parent, a tutor, make-up people, costuming people, an assistant…they all scooted around in golf carts.

Then I realize that my puppies had a similar entourage. They had a trainer, a vet, the owner of the animal company, a humane society representative and me…the breeder. And their feet never touched the ground. Everywhere they went, the puppies walked on drop cloths covered with sanitized dirt.

Our shoot was pretty typical. We had call at seven in the morning, then sat and waited all day till the director was ready for our shot. In the meantime, I was fairly free to explore the set, which was teeming with animals. There was a bear, wolves, wolf hybrids, chimps and a tiger. As they moved animals from place to place, everyone on the set had to stop what they were doing and remain very still so the tiger didn’t fixate on anyone. I was impressed by the fact that no one ever forgot these were wild animals that must be respected. I was even more impressed by the extreme care taken of my puppies, and of all the animals they were filming.

When the animal trainers found out it was my birthday, they took me to lunch at a nice little Italian place, then we went shopping. In all, it was such a fun weekend! I got to see behind the scenes of a film that was heavily dependent on animals and their trainers.  It was just a little movie and went straight to video, but gave me a pretty good idea of how the industry works. Since that time, I’ve helped located dogs for a couple more commercials and films, but this was the only project where I was able to be on set and still is such a fun memory! One of the best birthdays ever!



Author Bio:
Belinda is an award-winning, top selling author of erotic romance, speculative fiction and LGBTQ romance. She lives in far Northern California with her family and a pack of Siberian Huskies. 

A graduate of CSU Chico, she managed to attend the notorious party school without once getting drunk, arrested or appearing in a "Girls Gone Wild" video. Her main focus of study was classical and archival history, cultural anthropology and
theatre arts.

After several years in the workforce. Belinda purchased a laptop computer and from there, knew that her childhood dream of being an author would come to life. 

Belinda's books are available at all the typical distributors as well as on the publisher's homepages.


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