Angela S. Stone

Living a Dream, One Word At a Time

Goddess Fish, Virtual tour-Boots on the Ground!

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Hello everyone, Goddess Fish is hosting my tour for “Boots on the Ground” This week and next week.

 

 

There has been some interested in an additional excerpt for Ash and Matthew, since I love these two boys so much, I give you an excerpt I like to call “Dinner and Desert”:

Ash stomped his boots off on the porch before opening the door to the mudroom. He still had three more hours in his shift. The shift was running slow though. The snow had kept most people home and off the roads. He called Matthew and asked him to make dinner for the two of them, as he would be able to stop at home to eat.

“Hey,” Matthew called from the kitchen once Ash shut the door against the cold.

“Hey,” Ash called back. He wiped his feet off further and walked on the mat through the hall. He didn’t take his boots off in case he had to leave in a hurry. 

Matthew stood at the stove hovering over a pot of something that smelled amazing. He smiled at Ash as he entered the kitchen. “How’s work?” Matthew asked, turning around to face Ash.

“Slow.” He grabbed Matthew and pulled him towards him. Matthew dipped his head just enough to reach the slightly shorter man and tug his lips into a dominating kiss.

This was the first time they had properly seen each other in three days. Matthew had been working nights, and Ash had been on day shift. He hated when that happened. At least this was his last shift on this set. They had the next four days off together. Just the two of them. Ash couldn’t wait.

Matthew pulled away grinning. “Think you can get off early?” he asked.

“No, I’m needed in case there’s an accident, knock on wood,” Ash said. They both rapped on the kitchen cabinet door. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Matthew said. He kissed his partner again. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” Ash replied with a look that indicated that he was hungry for more than just food.

“Down boy,” Matthew told him. “I made clam chowder. Sit. I’ll get you a bowl.” Ash dropped himself in his spot at the kitchen table.

“Seventy-four-Queen, are you 10-25 yet?” Ash’s radio crackled.

“That’s a 10-4, dispatch,” Ash replied.

“10-4, let us know when you’re 10-8.”

Matthew set a bowl of clam chowder and a basket of tea biscuits in front of Ash. “Do you have to go?” he asked, sitting down at the table.

“No, I forgot to tell her I was 10-25,” Ash replied.

“That means you’re on dinner break right?”

“Uh-huh.” Ash took two tea biscuits from the basket. They were still warm.

“Did you make these?”

“Yes. I had to call Mom for the recipe though,” Matthew said. He also took two from the basket and buttered them.

“How is it that I get a man who can cook and makes me dinner on a regular basis?”

“Just lucky I guess,” Matthew said and Ash smiled. “Eat before it gets cold,” he instructed.

The two men tucked into their simple but delicious meal, devouring the entire thing. “That was amazing,” Ash declared pushing his chair back from the table.

Matthew blushed. “Thanks,” he said.

Ash stood up and picked up their empty bowls and side plates. They got dumped into the sink. He went to turn the water on but a pair of strong arms slipped around his waist stopping him. “Matt?”

“Love you,” Matthew whispered, planting a kiss to the nape of Ash’s neck.

Matthew spun Ash around and pulled him as close as the duty belt and bulletproof vest would allow. He pinned Ash against the counter rubbing their crotches together.

“Love you too,” Ash murmured back. They kissed, the edge of the counter digging into Ash’s back as his hands wandered down squeezing Matthew’s ass though his jeans. That made Matthew growl louder than usual.

Matthew broke away kissing a spot on Ash’s neck. “Why don’t you find out what I have waiting for you,” he whispered into Ash’s ear.

Ash groaned. Matthew stepped away enough for Ash to get his hands on his partner’s belt. Ash undid it, and his hands slid inside Matthew’s jeans and boxer briefs. His fingers caressed Matthew’s semi-hard length. “Very nice,” Ash commented. He rolled the head in his fingers causing Matthew to hiss.

“Mmm, but that’s not the surprise. Keep looking,” Matthew said with a sly smile.

Ash stroked his partner one last time before moving his hands. He stroked Matthew’s hips. “Warmer,” he hinted. Ash rubbed his thumbs over the sides of Matthew’s hips. “Warmer,” Matthew told him.

“Give me a hint,” Ash said, enjoying this game. His fingers brushed against the top of Matthew’s ass.

“Even warmer,” Matthew replied. Ash’s hands moved lower brushing the top of his crack. “Warmer,”Matthew teased.

Ash smiled, his fingers crept lower. “There?” he asked, his fingers teasing around Matthew’s entrance.

“Burning hot, but not quite,” Matthew said with a hitch in his voice as Ash slid a finger into his already lubed ass. Instead of the warm and slick tunnel he expected, Ash met a hard resistance just inside, “And what is that?” he asked.

Matthew smiled, “Your surprise.”

Ash groaned. “What the heck is it?”

Matthew bit Ash’s lip, pulling back. “Butt plug.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the base?”

“It’s called a low profile. There’s a hidden base so it can be worn at any time, and no one can tell it’s there,” Matthew said his eyes narrowing as he gave his partner a mischievous smile.

“And it’s for me?” Ash asked. He already grew harder at the thought, if that was possible.

“Yes, it is. You’re going to wear it for the rest of your shift.”

“If it’s for me then why are you wearing it?”

Matthew grinned. “Keeping it warm for you.”

“You’re a kinky bastard, Matthew Ryman.”

 

Hope you enjoy and don’t forget to check out the tour! One luck comment will win a $25GC!
Xx
Angela

The Christmas Basket

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My mom has told us this story from the time we were little. I thought I would share it here.

My mother’s family was dirt floor poor-literally. My grandfather was unable to work due to heart problems (Second person in the world to undergo a quatriple-bypass and it was done over the phone as the Doctor was stuck in Montreal by a snow storm). What little help (If any?) from the government left them just scraping by. They fished out of Halifax harbour, had their own garden. They pickled canned and froze what ever they could. My mother vivdly remembers being sent up to the Firefighting school to collect empties off of the grounds so they could get the deposit so my grandmother could buy flour or oats. She also remembers going to the butcher to ask for a “Bone for the dog” so my grandmother could boil it to make soup.
It’s December 1968(ish).My Mother and her Twin sister both have to have their tonsils out. This is before socialized Medicine was universal across Canada, my grandmother used all of the money she was saving for Christmas to pay for the surgeries.
She had a very small amount left so at least they could have Christmas dinner even if gifts would be far and few between that year.
Then disaster struck. A small piece of metal was left in my mother’s throat she had to have another surgery and expensive antibiotics to battle the infection. It took what little money my grandmother had to pay for that. In those days Doctors still made house calls when he was at their house he saw the Christmas tree, decorated but with only a handful of gifts under the tree for a family of 9 people and no Christmas dinner to be heard of. The doctor told my grandmother not to worry about paying him, they could work out a plan for payments after the holidays.
My grandmother was grateful for the Doctor’s kindness but it was still too late. There would be no real Christmas and no Christmas dinner that year.
My Mother was 9 (along with her twin sister) she remembers it was the worst feeling in the world that there would be no Christmas that year and it was all her fault.
Then on Christmas Eve there was a loud booming knock at the door.
When my Grandfather opened the door there was no one to be seen (Which was highly unusual as my grandparents lived in a house at the top of a very steep hill, with only one way up it. Also it had been snowing but there were no foot prints in the snow.)
In front of the door was the most beautiful basket my mother had ever seen. Inside there was a turkey and all of the fixings. Gifts perfectly wrapped at least one for everybody!
It was a miracle they would have Christmas after all!
My grandmother never knew who left them the Christmas basket nor how they did so. Neither did my mother, but she never forgot the kindness as soon as she was able to my Mother always spent Christmas helping others. Through official charities or just through word of mouth of someone in need.
At my grandmother’s funeral a lady well into her 80’s came up to my mother. She said she remember her from when she as just a little girl. She asked my Mother if she remembered the Christmas Basket from so many years before. My mother did. She reveled that she was the Wife of the Doctor who had seen my mother while she had the throat infection. When her husband came home and mentioned how sad it was that the family wouldn’t be able to have Christmas she sprang into action (Unbeknown to her husband) she put the basket together with the help of the ladies from the church. On Christmas eve after Mass she “Stayed late” to help clean up afterwards. One of the ladies drove to the Road that was above the hill and above my grandparents home. She walked down through the snow and the woods, carrying the Christmas Basket then edged along the wall where the snow hadn’t fallen yet to leave the Basket at the door. Thus leaving no foot prints.
She was nearly caught when someone answered the door well before she was expecting them to!
She never forgot my Mother’s Family and often thought about them she knew that my grandmother was too proud to ask for Charity but was very very grateful for the Basket left of her doorstep so many years ago.
Growing up we didn’t always have a lot. When I was younger there were a lot of Lean years. I remember that we would get 4 or 5 boxes from my Grandfather (on my dad’s side) and that was almost always out entire Christmas. My mother always bought us practical things like Socks and Underwear (still does to this day!!). She instilled in us how Christmas was not a time for “Getting” but a time for giving and being grateful for what you have and sharing that with friends and those you love and occasionally those you do not.
This year a friend of mine is struggling. Trying to figure out how she was going to buy a (some-what but not overly so) expensive gift for her son. One that he wants more than anything. They are struggling to get by. Her and her husband were both unemployed for a good part of the year. She’s now has a job but both of their salaries together (which are hovering at the poverty line) barely cover their cost of living. This is almost nothing left over for “extras” like Christmas. Her original plan was to use “gift vouchers” that she had earned through a points program to buy this present. Only to find out that she couldn’t use them for this item.
She was heart broken. She made a post on her blog about this. Not asking for help but asking for ideas where could could trim her (very tight) food budget and others so she could come up with enough money to buy this present. The one thing her son really really wants.
I’ve met this lady in person. She is so kind and would give you the shirt off her back, even if she didn’t have another. She is one of those people that you meet and you just know that you will be friends with her for the rest of your life.
I looked at the cost of the gift and I weighted my options. Work is tough for me right now. I’m barely making 20hours/week. I’m doing ok but my budget is also tight. A few unexpected costs are really pushing it for me. My Christmas Budget was set, but I had already bought most of my gifts. I decided there was enough wiggle room in there. Ideally I would have just bought the gift and shipped it to her. Never telling her who did it.
Alsa I couldn’t do that. I didn’t want to risk her scraping up the money to buy it only to discover someone sent her one. Or the worry and stress that I could see her going through.
I told her not to worry I would pick up the gift for her. (Thank god for Amazon!).
She tried to tell me no but I wouldn’t listen. I sent her the gift anyway.
I guess it’s my way of “Paying it forward” for the Christmas Basket that my mother received so many years ago. One kind act from someone continues on today.
I think she would have liked that.
Originally posted Christmas 2010

Goddess Fish Virtual Book Tour- Giving it Up, By Amber Lin

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BLURB:

Allie prowls the club for a man who will use her hard and then ditch her. Hey, it’s not rape if she wants it. Instead she finds Colin, who looks tough but treats her tenderly, despite her protests.

He tempts her, but kindness and a few mindblowing orgasms aren’t enough to put her back together again. Allie has no hope for a real relationship. Two years ago her best friend betrayed her in the worst possible way – she’d be stupid to trust a man again. Besides, she has her daughter to think of, the only good thing to have come from that dark night.

But when her rapist returns, threatening her sanity and custody of her daughter, Allie turns to Colin. Under his protection and patient touch, Allie begins to heal and learns to hope. Colin’s no saint, though, and his criminal past draws danger of its own. Allie must fight to protect her child and the man she loves, hoping her newfound power will be enough to save them all.

Excerpt: (Warning! R rating)

We stripped at the same time, both eager. I wanted to see his body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the room. Then he kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to wonder. The cheap bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands stroked over my breasts and then played gently with my nipples.

My body responded, turning liquid, but something was wrong.

I’d had this problem before. Not everyone wanted to play rough, but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles were hard, the pads of his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could touch me so softly. Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why didn’t he?

I wanted him to have his nasty way with me, but every sweet caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do whatever he wanted with me, but not this.

“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.”

Instead his hands gentled. The one that had been holding my breast traced the curve around and under.

I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?”

He reached down, still breathing heavily, and pressed a finger lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the moisture. I gasped, rocking my hips to follow his finger.

“You like this,” he said.

Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused but too aware. I needed the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.”

Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the ferocity of his expression.

In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my stomach. I lost my breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid under my body between my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told, though, and ground against me, using my hair as a handle.

That small pain on my scalp was perfection, sharp and sweet. Numbness spread through me, as did relief.

The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but that was okay. I was only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from behind.

I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay that way all night.

At least that’s what usually happened.

Review:

I have to tell you. I started reading this book and I immediately hated it.  I didn’t like the prose, the plot was loose at best, and I honestly wanted to toss it in the “done” pile.  I took a few days break and went back to it. If I hadn’t promised a review I wouldn’t have kept reading, but I am so glad I did.

The first chapter is slow, by the second chapter Amber starts to pick up steam and when the third chapter rolls around I was completely and utterly hooked.

Allie is such a complex character, I feel like after an entire book, we still haven’t scratched the surface to her true self. There is so much more to this book than the blurb. This book isn’t about sex, it’s about trust. Allie wants someone to hurt her because she doesn’t trust them. When Colin doesn’t hurt her, she’s forced with the truth of what she really wants.

As Allie gets deeper and deeper involved with Colin and his not-so-perfect life, she finds herself alone and unsure of who to trust. She’s got to rely on herself and her own gut instinct to get her out of an impossible situation.

Amber Lin creates a world that sucks you in and gets you to stand up an pay attention. It’s not the perfect fairy tale we’ve come to expect from most books, but it’s raw and it’s real and once I got over the first few chapters, I thoroughly enjoyed this read.

4/5 Stars.

Prizes:

  • One randomly drawn winner from each blog will receive a Giving It Up Swag Pack, which includes romance trading cards, a signed cover flat, a signature soap bar for showers together handcrafted by AnaBanana Creations and a $10 Amazon gift card.
  • One randomly drawn commenter on the tour will win an erotic romance prize pack, including paperback copies of Bared to You by Sylvia Day, Simply Carnal by Kate Pearce, Lessons in Letting Go by Cara McKenna (print combo of Willing Victim and Curio), Comfort Object by Annabel Joseph, a collection of signed Giving It Up swag AND a $50 Amazon Gift Card (BN.com or All Romance may be substituted)

 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amber Lin loves to read angsty romance with plenty of sex, so it was no surprise that her debut book turned out to be erotic romance set against a dark urban landscape. She writes with one rule in mind: it has to get worse before it can get better. She lives with her husband, son and passel of puppy dogs in the great state of Texas.

Website: http://authoramberlin.com/

 

 

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/authoramberlin

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5827158.Amber_Lin

Book Video link: http://youtu.be/5NQ7NTuzFFI

1NS Blog Hop!

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Hello Everyone! Thanks for stopping by on my little spot on the web. Welcome to the first 1NS blog hop! Today I have for you an offering from my first 1NS story “Goalie Interference”

 

Goalie Interference- A 1NS story

Blurb:

Hockey goalie Tarah ‘TJ’ Elliot is too busy stopping pucks to go looking for love. When her friend Natalie sets her up through Madame Eve’s 1 Night Stand service, she grudgingly agrees to go. Her ultimate fantasy comes true when Scott Alarid, one of the top scorers in the league, shows up at her hotel room. Hockey player TJ can’t possibly spend a night with him, but Tarah certainly can.

Scott’s tired of dealing with women who only like him for his all-star status. After his teammates arrange a date for him using the 1NS website, he’s delighted to find a woman who doesn’t know a thing about the sport. But, will the truth force them to put their relationship on ice?

Recent Review:

“This is the first book I have read about a female hockey player. I thought it was a great twist and added a lot of realism to what it’s like to play professional sports.

For such a short story I was amazed by the detail in the plot line. You get a scorching sexual tale and a hero and heroine you just want to cheer for.” Review by Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews on Amazon

Sneak Peak:

He stood and he scooped her into his arms.

She shrieked “Hey, not funny.”

“What? I bench twice your weight.” He carried her the short distance between
the sitting area and the bedroom and settled her on the bed. He took a moment to
admire her, perfect and petite, lying there wanting him. She made a small noise
and he joined her in bed. Kissing her as he pressed the weight of his body over
hers.

“I might be tiny, but, trust me, I could take you.” Tarah responded belatedly,
but as proof, she hooked her legs over his and flipped their bodies so he lay on his
back with her straddling his waist. She grabbed his wrists and held them above
his head. “See?”

His cock strained against the front of his pants. She knew how to take what she
wanted. Most women expected him to do all the work. He grew harder in the
confines of his pants, turned on by her attitude. “Why don’t you show me some
more of those moves?”

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Check out the other 1NS blogs here!!!

Hop Against Homophobia

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Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the web.

I decided to participate with the Hop for Homophobia as I wanted to bring awareness and rights to those who are horribly discriminated against.

I live inCanadaand I’ve had the opportunity to live in a society where you’re not judged based on who you love. I grew up in a free a loving household, Black, White, Gay, Straight, Trans, heck you never knew who was going to be at my house at any given day. I was brought up to accept everyone, for who they were.

I as a child I never knew how lucky I was. As an adult I strive to carry forth the values I had instilled in me.

Canadahas had equal marriage rights since 2006, what has happened to us? Nothing. The world has gone on the same as before.  We’ve actually had civil partnerships since the early 90’s

I’m a M/M author, and my book “Sometimes It’s Fate” just went to print. It’s about two police officers Jason and David, who fall in love.

Here is the cover art and Blurb

Sometimes it’s Fate- Book 1

 

Jason McCarthy is gay. He’s also a police officer living in a small-minded northern New Brunswick town where being gay could spell the end of his career. When an impending snowstorm threatens to strand his best friend and policing partner, David, Jason offers up his spare room for the night- a move that reveals Jason’s secret, and changes their friendship and lives forever.

David Richard isn’t gay- at least he doesn’t think he is. He knows he loves his best friend, and he admits to feelings that had started after a tragic accident almost a year before. When David acts on these feelings, it doesn’t go well, leaving both men alone and hurt. Jason, however, doesn’t think twice about stepping in and rescuing David’s children when their mother abandons them. The move brings David and Jason back together, but Jason’s past rears its ugly head and they both have to make difficult decisions that are sometimes best left up to fate.

 

You can pick Sometimes It’s Fate up: Here from the Publisher, Here from Amazon, and Here in print! 

 

The Second book in the Canada’s Finest series is “Boots on the Ground”.

 

Boots on the Ground-Book 2
Boots on the Ground-Book 2, Canada’s Finest Series

Ash Cooper knows him and, his Civilian Police partner, Jason McCarty need to do one thing- Stay Alive. An IED attack leaves both men stranded in the high desert of Afghanistan and running from insurgents. With damaged satellite phones and Ash being injured their only hope is to take refuge with a group of civilians until then can be rescued. But rescuers don’t come and as the days turn to weeks Ash and Jason think about home, the partners they left behind, and when all hope is lost they turn to each other in a struggle for survival. 

 

Just before Jason gets deployed to Afghanistan, Jason marries his partner David. Here is an EXCLUSIVE SNEEK PEAK at Boots on the Ground which is coming out from Phaze Books in July!

 

Lets show those who don’t support MARRIAGE EQUALITY (I refuse to call it “gay” marriage”) how beautiful it can be!!

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Jason kept pacing and rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants. He hadn’t been this nervous in his entire life.

“Relax Jason you’re going to be fine,” Steve said.

“I know, I just—” Jason shook his head he couldn’t put his finger on what he was feeling.

“You’re happy and excited and terrified and sad and mad and glad and you have no idea all rolled into one giant ball of energy,” Steve supplied.

Jason nodded. “How did you know?”

“Dude, I got married in June. It’s not a feeling you forget any time soon,” Steve replied. He slugged Jason’s arm playfully. “I think you’re worse than I was.”

“You were puking your guts out in the bathroom of the rectory because you were so hung over from the night before,” Jason pointed out.

“Yeah that’s true.” Steve laughed. “Don’t tell Nancy that.”

“You’re kidding right?” Jason said. He grinned at his older brother. “You drunk called her at three a.m. to say that you loved her so you didn’t sleep with the stripper that your buddy hired.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “I did not,” he protested, but he turned bright red anyway.

“You so did. Nancy knew you had a killer hangover. Why do you think she dragged you out of bed at eight a.m. to do wedding stuff?” Jason laughed as Steve sputtered. “That is why I would not let you have a bachelor party for me.”

“That and only you and Craig would like the strippers that Craig wanted to hire,” Steve teased.

“That too,” Jason admitted. The conversation with Steve lasted long enough that when he stuck his head out the seats in the court room were filled. He glanced out and saw Craig making his way towards him. They had decided that neither of them was going to walk down the aisle. Instead they would send Mandy and Kevin up the aisle as the flower girl and ring bearer. The groomsmen would follow and they would walk in from the wings.

“Two minutes,” Craig said stepping into the anti-room. “No peeking.” He stuck his tongue out at Jason. “I already yelled at David for it.”

Jason hugged his best friend tightly. He owed a lot of his relationship with David to Craig and his pointed interventions when needed.  “Thank you,” he whispered to Craig.

“For what?”

“For being there and for kicking my ass when I needed it,” Jason replied.

Craig shook his head. “I owe you thanks, for—” he glanced at Steve. He clearly didn’t want to reveal the history between them regarding his HIV status. “Thank you for all of the support you’ve given me. I couldn’t do this without you.”

Jason hugged the smaller man. They broke apart as the music started for Mandy and Kevin to go up the aisle then Steve followed by Craig went out. He waited for his cue and then he walked out. He caught David’s eye as they walked out of the wings together.

David looked as handsome as he ever did. His red serge seemed to shine. The whole place gave off a glow, a hum of excitement.

The met in the middle of the room, both smiling nervously at each other. Jason reached out and grasped David’s hand tightly. Neither was wearing their gloves. Instead they were safely in his pocket. David’s hand was a sweaty as his felt. That made him feel a tiny bit better. 

They turned to the Justice of the Peace. She smiled and began to speak. “We are gathered here today to join Jason and David, two people who love each other, in the union of marriage.”  The ceremony went on and Jason honestly barely heard the words of the justice. He was nervous for the part where they said their vows.

“Jason and David have prepared their vows. Jason would you like to go first?” the Justice said.

Jason nodded. They had practiced this. Jason would say the vows first but David would do the rings first. That way there would be no question as to the equality of their relationship.

He fumbled to get the paper out of his pocket. David smiled as he did so. He read the words he had written there, but what he had written just days after David had proposed didn’t seem to work anymore. He took a deep breath, capturing David’s hands in his. “I wrote these vows the day after David asked me to marry him,” he started. “I thought they were exactly what I wanted to say but now—” Jason shook his head. Instead of reading the words on the page he spoke from the heart. “I love you David Henri Richard. I fell in love with you when I was lost and so broken. You were my best friend. You were a light in a very dark tunnel when I thought I would never see the end of my grief. Every day I wake up next to you I thank God that I have you. Every time you kiss me, I feel my knees go weak like I’m going to faint because I am so lucky to have you.” Jason stopped and swallowed. More tears threatened to spill over. “I know that life hasn’t been easy to us. I know that we have a long road ahead in the future, but I promise to love you for now and for always David, in sickness and in health and for richer and for poorer and all of that other TV stuff.” David laughed slightly. His own tears shone in his eyes. “I love you,” he finished simply.

“I love you too,” David mouthed.

“David, go ahead,” the justice prompted.

David cleared his throat. He gripped Jason’s hands tightly in his. “If you had of told me two years ago, that I would be standing here today marrying my best friend, I would have laughed at you,” he started. His voice started off soft but got stronger as he spoke, “but here I am. I am marrying my best friend, my confidante and my soul mate. I love you Jason Christopher McCarthy.” David stopped to clear his throat. “I am so grateful that I have you. Every day when I look at you I think it was some miracle, some gift of fate that brought us together.  I have no idea what my life would be like without you and I pray I will never have to find out.” David smiled broadly. “So I David, promise to love you, Jason, in sickness and in health and for richer and for poorer and all of that other TV stuff.”

 Everyone in the audience laughed softly, as did Jason, which he was grateful for because otherwise he was on the edge of bursting into tears.

They took a moment to compose themselves. He was grateful the Justice of the Peace remembered that they were supposed to sign the wedding registry next otherwise he would have totally forgotten. The brief task of signing the certificate of marriage gave him the reprieve he needed until he realized that together their names were neatly typed and signed, officially marrying them in the eyes of the law.

They held hands as they went to stand back in front of their friends and family. “Do you have the rings?”

Kevin stepped forward with the rings on a pillow. David took them from him, patting his youngest son on his shoulder. He handed the slightly smaller ring to Jason to give to him.

“Alright David repeat after me. With this ring, I, David Henri Richard, wed thee, Jason Christopher McCarthy,” she said.

David replied, “With this ring I, David Henri Richard, wed thee, Jason Christopher McCarthy.” David slipped the ring on to his finger.

“Jason, repeat after me. With this ring I, Jason Christopher McCarty, wed thee David Henri Richard.” 

“With this ring I, Jason Christopher McCarty, wed thee David Henri Richard,” Jason repeated he tried to get the ring on. It got stuck on David’s knuckle before he gave it a small push and it slid into place.

David smiled shyly at him and Jason returned it. The justice smiled broadly. “You may now seal this union with a kiss.”

Jason leaned in. He licked his lips wetting them slightly. Suddenly he felt nervous again. David pulled him in closely. He tilted his head up enough so that their hats wouldn’t bump. Jason lowered his lips to David’s. They kissed softly at first but neither pulled away. They deepened the kiss briefly before they broke apart. The room erupted in a loud cheer.

“I now pronounce Constables Jason McCarthy and David Richard officially married,” the justice said in her last official act.

Again the room cheered.  Jason held David’s hand tightly. They walked out of the court room to applause, cheers and even the occasional pat on the back. Outside of the court their friends and family quickly spilled out all congratulating them on their marriage.

Jason stood there, his hand tightly clasping David’s when Mandy ran over to them. She attached herself to Jason’s legs. “Uncle Jason,” she said sweetly hold her arms up. Jason scooped her up into his arms. “Do you know what?”

“What?” Jason asked smiling at her.

“Now you can be my Daddy too,” she announced proudly. “I have two daddies.”

Jason hugged his step-daughter close to him. “Yes you do,” he agreed while David smiled at them a tear tracking down his face. “Yes you do.”

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Talk about adorable!

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2-1 Copy of Sometimes It’s Fate (Print or Digital!)

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4- 2 M/M romance books from RT 2012!

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Goddess Fish Virtual Book tour-College Boys by Daisy Harris!

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Welcome to my first ever blog stop by Goddess Fish! I have the pleasure of doing a review for the lovely Daisy Harris and her College Boys series. She has at least six of theses books planned and I’m thrilled to be able to jump on the band wagon at the very beginning. I had an oppertunity to meet Daisy recently at the RT convention in Chicago. She’s fun, bright and a barrel of laughs. Here is a snap shot of us together (thanks to Heather who snapped the photo!):

 

Brilliant! Here is the first book in her College Boys Series:

 

When soccer star Chris moves next door to an openly-gay classmate, he doesn’t realize the wall between their rooms will be so thin he’ll hear his neighbor’s every move. But soon he and Peter become friends, and Chris is intrigued—imagining what happens on the other side of the wall.

Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.

Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out

 

How about a steamy excerpt??! Might want to skip this as if you’re at work! (Just be sure to come back later to read!)

Chris blinked open his eyes, wondering for a second what had woken him up. But then a creak of bedsprings carried through the wall from Peter’s room. The music was on, too. Nothing loud—just the kind of quiet trance music Peter played at night that acted more like white noise than anything else.

He was just about to open his mouth to say “hi” when he heard a low and guttural male groan. Chris’s entire body tensed—all the way from his toes, over the tip of his cock, to where his nipples rubbed against his frayed flannel sheets. He’d been sleeping on his stomach, and he feared rolling over and letting Peter and whatever guy he’d brought home realize Chris was awake.

Another moan carried through the wall, followed by a growled, “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Chris couldn’t tell if it was the same guy who’d moaned or if it was Peter talking. He’d never heard Peter sound like that—rough and low and horny. But Chris supposed that was what Peter might sound like if he was…

Chris’s mind went blank. Getting fucked in the ass? Fucking someone in the ass? His brain had no images to connect to those concepts, though he’d heard guys snicker about it behind their hands.

A quiet moan and the words “suck it” carried through the wall, followed by a rapid-fire squeaking like Peter’s bed was bouncing off its hinges. Chris bit his lip to stop from moaning himself. His dick was a steel pipe trapped between his belly and mattress. He fed his hand down, conscious of the whisper of his knuckles through his sheets. When he palmed his erection, he pressed hard enough to see stars.

The groans from Peter’s room rose, getting more desperate, but they were slow and languorous. It didn’t match the near-constant jerking noise of Peter’s bed, so it was hard for Chris to picture exactly what was going on. He’d only had sex a couple times, but it seemed that the moans usually matched tempo with the thrusting.

Another noise, louder and more breathless, carried from the other room, and this time it was unmistakably Peter. Oh God. Was he with two guys? Chris wanted the wall to become see-through. He wanted to peek through Peter’s keyhole and see every last detail, every openmouthed moan and twitching muscle. He wanted to watch Peter’s eyes screw up in pleasure and see how his body bowed when he was about to come.

He strained his hips into his hand, struggling to keep the bed from shaking, the springs from rattling. The constant squeak-squeak-squeak of Peter’s bed was loud enough that Chris thought maybe he could risk moving. He pressed his cock through his cupped fist, so slowly his eyes rolled back in his head. Holding his breath, he pulled back, but the loss of pressure was enough to squeeze his nuts in a vise, and he speared into that palm again, not caring when the frame beneath him groaned.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t resist another pump. Just one more and he might be able to come. Tucking his hips up off the mattress, he propped up on his elbow. Then, when a gasp from next door was so loud and desperate that Chris thought he might pass out from not shooting, Chris pumped his cock through his hand so fast that his bed let out a long squeal. But Chris didn’t care because he was thrusting hot and fast into that tight grip, and he imagined Peter shaking below him. Next door, Peter’s bed was bouncing to the jerk of his hips and it was so good Chris felt blind with the pleasure.

His balls twisted close to his body, sending spears of heat up his back. Chris arched into his fist and felt his cock pulse right before he shot, wet and sloppy, onto his sheets. He froze and held his body off the bed. Chris listened hard for whether Peter or one of his friends had heard, but the room next door had gone curiously quiet.

Chris panted, trying to slow his breathing. There was no way he could pretend to be asleep any longer. He couldn’t get out of bed without the men next door hearing, and no matter how embarrassed he was, Chris wasn’t going to sleep in a puddle of cum.

Oh my!  Now onto the Review (By me!)

Review:

Daisy Harris’ “College Boys, Men of Holsum College 1” is a delightful introduction into life at the College. She has accurately portrayed her characters and their settings in a subtle by masterful way. You start off the novel with Chris who is moving out of his noisy, jock-filled dorm for a quieter room after his mother passes away. Peter is his new next door neighbour, but as Chris quickly finds out, he can hear everything Peter says-and does- and vice versa. As Peter and Chris start to become friends you find out their back story and the history they have together.  Their friendship morphs, and Chris has difficulty accepting where it is all going. As a reader you feel like you want to bash the boys on the head sometimes, but in the end they do managed to figure it all out(amazing after all of the stupid things they do/say, MEN!). I really enjoyed this novel as a light and fun read, it’s a great way to introduce someone into the world of M/M romance. I’m so excited to see the stories Daisy comes up with for the rest of the boys at Holsum College. 4/5 Stars.

 

BUY LINKS:

 http://www.amazon.com/College-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B0081TAWKA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1336862710&sr=8-1

About Daisy:

 

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

 

 If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.

 

website: http://www.thedaisyharris.com

twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/thedaisyharris

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Daisy-Harris-Erotic-Paranormal-Romance/185042351535537

 

 

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