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Friday, October 12, 2012

Join us at the Latte Lounge—LUST HAPPENS!!!

 

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12--LATTE LOUNGE --ALL DAY!

Join the fun! Why?

Because LUST HAPPENS!

We’ll be at the Latte Lounge:

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=1931

JOIN authors:

Ashley Marie Lucas

Cindy Jacks

Milly Tilden

J.J. Massa

Faith Luna

KevaD

KB Cutter

Rhonda Lee Carver

Sultry Summers

Mae Powers

J.J. Massa

Fran Mackey

Denyse Bridger

Ella Jade

W. Lynn Chantale

We'll be there around noon and we plan to stay ALL day!

There will be giveaways and goodies!!

Fran Mackey and Ella Jade have promised us swag :-) Ella has a book to give away, as does Denyse, Faith Luna, and most of our authors—Sultry Summers has 2! and the rest of us have a variety of goodies to take home!

You might even get more than you expect! Something in print? A gift card? It could happen!

Don’t miss it! We’ll be there ALL DAY!!

J.J. Massa

www.jjmassa.com

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Sunday, May 27, 2012

All my books...I think ; -)


Books by J.J. Massa

Find these at: Smashwords or Amazon


Three M/M Short Stories: Volume One

You never know when you'll find Mister Right--or even Mister Right Now. Sometimes you need one thing, sometimes another.
Chasing Jonas
Is life just beginning for Jonas, or is it all mapped out? He doesn't know it yet, but somebody has plans for Jonas. Plans he just might like…
After Class
Just because a college career is nearly at its end, there's no reason to stop learning. But first, you have to find just the right professor.
Office Politics
 Mark has had a thing for his boss since the first day. Unfortunately, Jack Weaver is a man's man  in a politically correct climate. Too bad Mark doesn't understand politics.




Belonging to MacGregor

Eian MacGregor existed in a never-ending limbo, caught in an envelope in time. Eternity stretched ahead of him, a hopeless and lonely place. Or was it? Shaken from his lethargy by two intricately drawn pictures of himself, Eian was equally moved by the young woman who’d painted them. He looked at her and saw breathtaking beauty. What did she see when she looked at him? 






A Hunted Heart
For the last decade, Von Branigan has lived his solitary life estranged from the only woman he had ever loved. He’d been wronged and for ten long years he isolated himself from the world, keeping his hurt and loneliness wrapped around him like a cloak.
Though inconsolably immersed in feelings of bitterness and still wounded by betrayal, when the police call to tell him that his wife was attacked by a madman, Von’s entire world shifted on its axis.
Like all great authors, FBI profiler Tatiana Branigan has drawn from personal experience in the creation of her best-selling thriller series. But few realize just how up-close-and-personal those experiences are. Ten years ago her fairy-tale marriage ended, wrecked by a man who has obsessively hunted her and a memory that's haunted her.
Tatiana has struggled through ten years of hell. Refusing to give in to the devastation visited on her by her husband’s desertion and the attentions of a madman, she’s worked nonstop to pull her life together.
Tati is tired now. She’s done. If not for Von, she would have thrown in the towel and let the bad guy win. He was her best friend once. Have the years without her taught him bitterness or has he finally grown into the man she thought she’d married? Is there a safe haven out there for her hunted, wounded heart?

Available at Melange Books (www.melange-books.com)


Counting Midnight
Vasile Velicescu is finally finding peace after the death of his long time lover. But when he interviews a young woman who looks exactly like his lost love, he is angry, yet elated to have found her once again.
Nina Caruthers knew she shouldn't have taken the job at Velicescu Finance. At first her smooth and sexy boss makes her feel things, familiar things that she can't understand. What is this hold he has on her?



Slow Burn: An Erotic Collection
Old Friends: Evie and Gibb have known each other for more than a decade. It's about time for these two longtime friends to negotiate a new relationship—hopefully, it won't be at the cost of the rest of their old friends.
Teacher, Teacher: Krayton Vance and Vivian Talon had several things in common. They both worked for the public education system, they both decided to spend their Spring Break in Spain, and they're both looking for a fling. The question is, what happens to them when the break is over?
Dinner for One: What could be lonelier than dinner by oneself? Many things, as it turns out. Join Maura for a memorable evening of dinner, drinks, and meeting new people. It's a meal she will always remember.
Anything: Intoxicated by a beautiful voice and a meaningful song, centuries old vampire Amedeo Di Calibria searches to find the singer. He finds beautiful but emotionally frozen Alexa. Can he melt the ice around her heart?

  

Dark Blood: Two in One
Love Like Blood: Writer Julianna Gold is a strong woman, but is faced with challenges. Disease, blindness, a bad marriage, and a verbally abusive husband, it's a lot for one woman to take.
Vampire Raiden Vagner heard the cry of his soul mate at a time when she was in pain and in need. She is the breath in his body, the blood in his veins. How long must his dark soul crave her light?
Rubies, Sapphires, and Ivory: After centuries of living, life began to lose value for vampire Niccolo Ascosi. When Ivory Allison walked into his life, colors regained their sparkle, gold began to glow again for him. How did that happen? Would it have to end?
For Ivory, every day was work, commitment, bills to pay – impossible dreams of love were not for the likes of her. Who could love the overweight, financially strapped, too smart daughter of poor working people?

The Montgomery Family Chronicles:

Book One: Acting Like Family
Riker Montgomery, a famous actor and werewolf, finds yet another uninvited woman asleep in his hotel bed. He is prepared to send this one on her way, but soon realizes that she is his mate.
Bethany Black, a writer, has never met a man like Riker before. When she learns who he is, she is embarrassed and ashamed and runs away, unaware Riker is searching for her.
Troubles and dangerous foes are out to destroy the Montgomery pack and try to keep the two apart. Will they be reunited before it is too late for them all?


Book Two: Family Harmony
Lakon Montgomery tried to avoid Mya Brooks, the beautiful Englishwoman who had the voice of an angel, but he can't resist her. She was destined to be his mate and he is powerless to stop himself. Just when he's getting closer to Mya, his brother and his own primal instincts scare her away. What will Lakon have to do to get her back? Will her family, and his, keep them apart forever? With Mya out of reach, how will Lakon protect Mya from the evil that stalks her?


Book Three: Family Portrait
Tavist Darke lost his mate and pup years ago and never expected to have a family. He no longer looked for happiness in life. He didn't expect to find another mate. The love of his adopted pack was more than he ever expected. When he met beautiful Tracey West and her enchanting children he knew his secret prayers had been answered.
Tracey West had a family and she would keep them safe at all costs. She didn't want another mate. She'd been married for almost a decade and had three beautiful and special children as a result. Living in and getting out of that marriage had been a nightmare. All she wanted now was peace and safety for herself and her kids. Why couldn't her sexy neighbor understand that?



Montgomery Family Chronicles, Book Four: Family Matters
How many Were’s could manage to find their mate and lose her all at the same time? Yancey Montgomery’s mate has been right under his nose for at least a decade. When he makes her his, he also chases her off. What will it take to convince the delicate little werewolf that he is a worthy mate?
Never had Sue been so glad to be back in America, and now she was moving into Old Moon, the town where her best friend lived. What could be better than that--there was no drama at Tracey's place…or so she thought.


Daddy's Girl 
A girl can’t choose who her parents are, but Tabitha Baker isn’t complaining. Her mother died when she was young, leaving her with a psychic gift and precious memories. Her father loves her, though. He’s a good man -- the entire country agrees. They just don’t know their president is her father. Her lineage is a state secret. Everyone has secrets, but sometimes it’s a real problem.
Garth Cavanaugh is a Secret Service agent assigned to the President of the United States. He doesn’t tell most people that, only his family. His twelve brothers and sisters all work in various fields of law enforcement. He’d like to introduce them to the woman he’s dating, but she seems to be hiding something, maybe even someone. Whatever it is, it’s big. He wants his family to meet the woman he loves—not watch him nurse a broken heart. That he can do by himself…



Melange (anthology)
...a rich variety of love and life.
"Stir Fried Love" by Nancy Pirri:
Hayley Sook Park is instantly attracted to Mark Arcand. Can two people from very different worlds find love together and acceptance from their families?
"Nailed" by J.J. Massa:
Terry Lee Derby is a builder, a simple man with simple plans, until one small, hard working woman, Sida Zhou, nailed him down, permanently.
"Tasty Temptations" by Mae Powers:
Earthwoman Thela meets two special men, Jarik and Adaren. Both find her earthly beauty appealing to their alien male passions. All discover surprising, out-of-this-world temptations.
"Callin' The Shots" by Karen Rose:
Vin desires Lanier; but will this hardcore baller follow his heart and call the shots that will bring him love?
Available at New Concepts Publishing  (www.newconceptspublsihing.com)



Sweet Treats
Lawyers Erika Arnold and Mark Lincoln have had a rough time of it. Best friends for years, they've always been there for one another and both Erika and Mark deserve a treat for everything they've gone through-something sweet--something nice...
Scottish lawyer Jack Mac Addison could be sweet. Sweet to look at, anyway. And for Mark, Joshua Kincaid would do nicely.



Weakspot
The Legacy Renaud and Lorelei had inherited from their father was a death sentence if the men who’d captured and imprisoned their father ever caught up with them, but there was little they could do beyond depend on one another.
Sheriff War Martine is a complication that Lorelei could do without.



Pet Peeve
For five years Renaud Brunet has worked for his uncle as a deputy in Xavier Parish, far away from the ballet world of New York, London, Moscow, Australia—all of it.
He’s also avoided feminine entanglements, in spite of a very lusty female werewolf on his tail. His sister's shy and retiring protege had never entered into the equation.

The Weather Series:


Book 1: Electric Rayne
Rayne Deveau—Electric Rayne—is back in town and Sheriff Remy Doucette wants answers. Who’s the threat to her and grandmere? Who’s trying to kill them? And is it true that the old woman’s a witch because he’s having a hell of a time keeping his mind on his business and off of Rayne.


Book 2: Ashes in the Wind
Like a fiery wind, Ashlynn Doucette made Gabe burn. It was only fair that she smolder with him.


Book 3: Angel's Forecast
Deke Doucette had been alone a long time. Already in his mid forties, he helped raised his brother's children and formed a paternal bond with his niece. He was happy, satisfied with his life just as it was. And then he met an Angel.


Available at Torquere Press (www.torquerebooks.com)


Civil Liberties
When cop Christian Parker meets D.A. Denny at a bar and takes him home, they have one steamy night of passion. That might be the end of it, but a deposition brings Christian back into Denny's life. Denny tries to deny his feelings for Christian, preferring to be a player, but when a family tragedy brings Christian down, Denny is there to comfort him.
Everything that can go wrong for these two does go astray, and Christian is ready to give up. When another tragedy threatens to tear them apart forever, though, it might just be Denny who has to convince Christian that he's ready to settle down. Can they struggle through everything life throws at them and find a way to stay together?


Hauling Ashes



It's been too long since Langley has had his ashes hauled - -so long that even his snarky old supervisor looks good to him.

Garret keeps a tight rein on his passions… his burning desires. For two years, the fire for his assistant has smoldered. After two years of Langley Johnson stumbling into work looking debauched and delectable, that fire is blazing out of control.

What will it take to bank the fire? Or is it too late for anything but ashes?

Learning Curve
Cable-repairman Kean is taking night classes, and he finds himself daydreaming about his hot professor, Richard. He's never really made it with a guy before, but for Richard he might make an exception. When Richard makes a pass, Kean decides that he can't resist, and he gives in to temptation. Will the bright light of day show him that he's made a terrible mistake?

Lucky
Sims has a real thing for his fellow cop, Lucky. Young, hot, and just innocent enough to appeal to Sims' alpha side, Lucky is the perfect candidate to become Sims' new lover. Now all he has to do is convince the kid to take him on. Can Sims show Lucky that living up to his name is easier than he thinks?


The Wedding Party
Benjamin meets Grier at his boss' wedding. Grier is all sorts of amazing: Australian, hot, his boss' old college roommate. Grier is footing the bill for his old friend's beach getaway wedding, and he's not expecting to find Benjamin, but once he does, he takes full advantage of the situation. Will Grier just have a fling and leave Benjamin with nothing?


Signet and Silk

When high powered lawyer and sexual top Pierce Anders catches intern Landon giving him the eye, he decides to give the kid just what he's been begging for. All those furtive looks have gotten Landon pretty hot, too, and when Pierce traps him in the copy room, he's not sure what might happen. Can both Pierce and Landon get what they need?



Rocks and Hard Places
Micah and her enigmatic brother, Granite, are both manufactured people, grown in a lab, and a lot of people think that means they're not real, that they can't think or feel. Micah knows better, and she knows that her brother had feelings that run deep, which is why she's willing to help her fellow Science Officer and shipmate, Willy, who thinks her brother is the hottest thing around.
Granite has no problem sharing his physical love with Willy, but he isn't sure about emotions. Micah has the opposite problem with the man she's learning the art of love from; Commander West has all of the old prejudices against manufactured people, and Micah isn't sure how to fight them. Can she and brother Granite both learn how to express their love the right way, before the dangers of intergalactic war overwhelms them?



The Agency
Held together and directed by the strength of one person, known only as The Old Man, The Agency acts as the world’s anti-terrorist organization. Regardless of race, creed, or sociopolitical backgrounds, talented young people are gathered, trained, and their skills put to good use, making the world a safer place. Every agent has a tale to tell, every Agency employee comes with a story.
This double novella features Tyrone and Marek. Tyrone is a cook, Marek a crack agent also known as "the Shadow", whose love may surprise everyone. The second story pairs Agency operative Lancelot and biochemist Vanya, who team up to stop a major terrorist operation. See what stories The Old Man finds most entertaining. Join The Agency today!


Going to the Chapel (an anthology)
Who doesn't love a wedding? The three stories in Going to the Chapel prove that everyone has a special day. In Don't Ask by J.J. Massa, Captain Zachary Smith has always wanted to find out what boils behind Agent Falk Thayer's calm exterior. Falk, on the other hand, isn't looking for anything long-term. Never has. Never will. When things get hot and heavy between them, Captain Smith has to decide if he's willing to take less than what he needs or sacrifice everything.
In Building a Life by Alexa Snow, when Levi goes to his best friend Cooper's engagement party, he doesn't expect to meet someone fascinating -- and he definitely doesn't expect that someone to be Cooper's five-year-old niece Ashley. It comes as an even bigger surprise to find that Ashley's father Philip is both fascinating and hot. But Philip is married, even if his wife is mysteriously out of the picture, so this ready-made family can't possibly have room in it for Levi... or can it?
Finally, in Apples and Gin by Jenna Jones, country singer Sawyer Shaw loves photographer Noah Kingston and is tired of hiding it. He's kept his sexuality hidden for the sake of his career and his family, but over the past ten years Sawyer has come to realize what matters most to him is Noah and his happiness, and Sawyer is ready not only to make it public but also to make it permanent.

Also at Torquere Press under the pseudonym of Illian Obsidian



(space and cat references)
Cat Toy
A young man and his shuttle have crash-landed on a wild planet, light-years from home. He’s suffered a head injury and can’t remember his own name. What else could go wrong? Heck, maybe he could be attacked and captured by men who look a lot like cats.
Or maybe he could realize that he is living in a Master/slave society and is now a servant to a planetary leader named Tryl. Depending on how he looks at it, his situation might not be so bad, even if he can't figure out who he is or what he's going to do next. Can the young man Tryl calls Yai figure out who he is and what he wants before danger catches up with both of them?

Into the Light
When heir to the throne Rengal returns home from his travels, his betrothed, Celine, comes with him, ready to announce their marriage. Rengal has no illusions about love and romance, but his duties await him, so he asks the most important person in his life, his old friend Pan, to stand up with him.
Pan isn't willing to see the man he loves joined with someone else, though, and he turns Rengal down flat. All of the cajoling in the world doesn't seem to sway him, and Rengal is at a loss about how to proceed. Will they manage to come up with a solution to their dilemma?



Friday, April 20, 2012

New book!

Hi everyone!

I'm still a book or so behind, but I did put one out just now. Naturally, I came here first to show you...okay, I emailed Tina at Topaz first, but then I came here.

I've releases a  book, so here's all the dirt:



Three M/M Short Stories: Volume One
by J.J. Massa
$1.80 at Amazon or Smashwords:


You never know when you'll find Mister Right--or even Mister Right Now. Sometimes you need one thing, sometimes another.

Chasing Jonas
Is life just beginning for Jonas, or is it all mapped out? He doesn't know it yet, but somebody has plans for Jonas. Plans he just might like…

After Class
Just because a college career is nearly at its end, there's no reason to stop learning. But first, you have to find just the right professor.

Office Politics

Mark has had a thing for his boss since the first day. Unfortunately, Jack Weaver is a man's man in a politically correct climate. Too bad Mark doesn't understand politics.

I've got more on the way, so watch this space! Here are a few excerpts from this release, just in case you missed it before--and if you'd like to see some sneak peeks--join my group --I'll be putting them up little bits of books as I go along.

Excerpts:

Three M/M Stories, Volume 1
Find it at Amazon & Smashwords, Wednesday, April 18

After Class

by J.J. Massa

Excerpt:
A lot of people have teacher fantasies. Guys as much as women tend to fixate on a hot teacher. It just stands to reason that gay guys fantasize about sexy male teachers.

My fantasy? Professor Edward Heade.

It’s a terrible name, isn’t it? I’m sure he was teased non-stop growing up. Maybe that’s what makes him the way he is. He’s got this I’m-in-charge thing going for him. He never raises his voice. He doesn’t have to.

Oh, man, sitting here, watching him walk into the room, I’m getting chills and hot flashes. I can’t help it, something about him makes me want him to put me in my place—to sort me out.

He’s British; those sayings make sense around him. I don’t actually have any classes with Professor Heade. He’s not my teacher and never has been. Yet, here I am, sitting in his class, listening to that rich, full, accented voice.

He’s stalking around the room, his left hand above his head as he makes some point. I have no idea what he’s talking about and I don’t really care. All I care about is the passion in his eyes, and the way his nostrils flare as he drives his point home.

I’m on fire, sparks running up and down my spine, sweat collecting in the small of my back, my stomach tightening with want, need. I need those strong, slim fingers on my body. He is so fucking hot.

Damn, I’m sitting here getting hard while this professor goes on about whatever—and I have absolutely no idea what it is that he’s talking about. How pathetic is that?

Uh, oh. He’s coming right toward me, a book in one hand and a note in the other. My heart is beating double-time.

If he calls on me, or even stops to talk to me, I have no idea what I'll do.

Incolae autem erant miseri! They were miserable!”

Professor Heade's voice is filling the room, ringing in the dead silence because everyone is just staring at him. He's right next to my seat. Right beside me! I'm so hard, my cock will shatter if it bumps the desk.

“Why were they so unhappy? Come on, I know someone read their lessons.”

He moves away, taking his class' attention with him. Suddenly, my woody is wilting like warm rubber. I know everyone else is shifting in their seats, following him as he stalks up to the front of the room.

I’m not. I’m frozen and staring at plain white square of folded paper with my name written on it. Shit. He knows who I am.

~~~~~~~~~

Chasing Jonas
by J.J. Massa

Excerpt:
I pretend fumble with my keys and cell phone, deliberately dropping the keys as I enter the elevator. Turning, I bend to pick them up, knowing my quarry is in place. A covert glance tells me he’s focused on my hindquarters--exactly the way I planned.

Jonas, that’s his name. I learned that two weeks ago when I heard someone dressing him down. That had rankled with me. I’ve had my eye on the younger man for months now. He’s shorter than I am, lean, blonde and blue, my special weaknesses, all in one neat package. He’s attractive, but young looking, clean.

I’ve kept an eye on him since I first saw him rushing in, not long after he started working in my building. He’s shy, a little serious. Right now, I just want eye contact, maybe a smile. Sure, I want more, but I’m working up to it.

Anything worth having takes time, right? I think he’ll be worth having at least once. With a little training, he’ll be perfect; I have this feeling. His little peeks tell me he’s interested.

Taking a chance, I drop some change I have in my hand, stuffing my keys in my pocket at the same time.
Immediately, he squats, helping me to pick it up. I knew he would. I hope the elevator will continue up without stopping, but no such luck. When the doors open, we both stand at the same time and Jonas cuts me a shy glance.

“Here,” he says, holding out the coins he’s collected.

I slide a palm under his fist and cup it, letting the nickels and dimes drop into my open hand. His skin is soft and he smells so good. Damn, I want him. I’m going to have to step this up a bit.

“Thanks,” I smile into his eyes, hoping he’ll speak to me. His face flushes a sweet pink and he mumbles something that’s probably you're welcome.

If only we had been alone, I would have touched his face. It’s probably for the best, though. The doors open right then and he gives me a fleeting smile, stepping off the elevator.

My heart’s thudding. Is it sexual? Yeah, sure, it’s the chase, the hunt, that’s part of it. But more--I want this one. I want him carnally and I just want him. Will I still want him after I catch him? I hope I get a chance to find out.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Office Politics
by J.J. Massa

“One moment, Miss Carson, and I’ll…” I faltered. A slight tapping on my desk had caused me to swivel away from my computer monitor and look up.

My new boss, Mr. Weaver, was standing there, arms crossed, dark gold eyebrow raised as he shook his head side to side.

“I’ll check his schedule, ma’am, because I know he’s not in right now.” That was a fine line, of course. If he were truly in, he’d be at his own desk, not mine, right? Ergo, he wasn't in.

Mr. Weaver gave me a nod and a wink of approval. I’m almost ashamed to tell you how good that felt. My chest actually puffed out, no shit. I couldn’t help it, not even if I wanted to. I smiled back.

I was almost in love with Mr. Weaver, no matter how girly that sounds. He was strong, good looking, tough, and he had ethics. I liked everything about him.

“He’s good, Jack!” The other man’s voice took me by surprise. It was Fred O’Neil, head of acquisitions. I hadn’t even noticed him. Jack Weaver had that effect on me. “Now, if only he had better legs and bigger tits,” the asshole chortled. “You know, while he sat on your lap and squirmed?” he snickered as the two men passed my desk and walked into Mr. Weaver’s inner sanctum.

I turned away, every inch of my face warm, right up to the tips of my ears. What an image, me on Jack Weaver’s lap. Oh, man! I had to adjust myself, shifting in my chair. I was embarrassed that O'Neil had said that, but turned on by the mental image, too.

My fingertips were gripping my half-hard cock, trying to find a comfortable position, when a heavy palm landed on my shoulder. Oh god! It could only be… I tipped my head back just slightly. Yep, it was Mr. Weaver. I groaned inside, humiliated. I could actually feel a prickling at the backs of my eyes. This was gonna be bad, I just knew it.

“Mark, I can tell that O’Neil’s comments made you uncomfortable. Step into my office when he leaves, would you please?”

My hand dropped uselessly to my leg. I couldn’t speak and just nodded. The grip on my shoulder tightened a little and then fell away. I didn’t move, waiting until I heard the muted footfalls, the door open and close, then laughter from the inner office.

Caught like a fly on a pin. Shit, shit, shit! My head dropped forward to the LCD of my monitor. God, I was so busted, so humiliated. Guess he’s got me pegged now.

~~~~~~~~

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Last day of the Hop




Happy Easter, Good Pesach or Passover, Good Theravadin New Year,  and if I left anything out, Have a GREAT Sunday, April 8!

This is the last day of the Easter Blog Hop and what a Hop it's been!

I want to start off by saying that I truly empathize with everyone busy, cooking, chasing after children, and hiding eggs. I've done my fair share of that and then some. My girls are grown now and doing their own thing this holiday.

My eldest is working for an airlines, so please treat her kindly when you fly--today or any day. It's a tense job, especially around the holidays. I won't name her or say where she works; everyone is somebody's loved one. They all deserve love and support, or at least kindness, while they're doing their job, right? My youngest has a variety of tasks that make up her job, not the least of which includes making the holiday fun for children. I wish her strength and positive vibes; because you never know how other people's children will treat you or what will make them happy or sad.

Now, before I share excerpts and goodies with you, I want to thank so many of you for sharing your holiday plans with me. My sister and niece are going out to find something to get into out in the world. They love egg hunts, even though they're a little older than most egg hunters you'll find. As a blind person, everything is a hunt, so those are not as much fun for me. I'm going to spend the day with you guys, and with the characters from the book I'm wrapping up for you. Hopefully, more on that later.

Since you seemed to enjoy the excerpt from Weakspot yesterday (or was it the day before?) I'm going to post a bit of the sequel, Pet Peeve.

I'm also going to post a bit of Civil Liberties--I've really been into it lately--rereading it. I think it's one of my favorites. I bet I could write ten times as much…or five times--if I had it to do over again.




For five years Renaud Brunet has worked for his uncle as a deputy in Xavier Parish, far away from the ballet world of New York, London, Moscow, Australia—all of it.
_
He’s also avoided feminine entanglements, in spite of a very lusty female werewolf on his tail

Excerpt:
  _
            Everybody has a pet peeve. Finding women in various states of undress lurking around his home definitely qualified as Acting Sheriff Renaud Brunet’s biggest pet peeve.
    
        Damned if there wasn’t a half naked woman poking around on his back porch even now, as he parked in his yard at the end of a long day of work. She didn’t even look up when he turned his truck off.

            He didn’t need to use the exceptional sense of smell or hearing that all werewolves enjoyed to locate her. She was right there in the open, waiting for him and poking around on his property, barely dressed.

            With the exception of Zierra, the female lupine who still haunted him, he hadn’t had to deal with various women trying to coerce him into sex with them for the last five years. It had been that long since he stopped dancing professionally.

            Whenever Zierra did show up, he usually let Ziggy, his best friend and fellow officer, handle her in whatever way the other man saw fit. She hated Ziggy.

            Right now, however, there was no one around aside from himself to deal with the nearly naked woman on his porch. That was a shame because he was very dangerous these days.

As he approached her, the wind plastered the tee shirt she wore against her curves and confirmed that she wore very little else. He thought he knew just how to make this little interloper sorry that she’d intruded upon his sanctuary.

            Pulling his gun from it’s holster, he ordered, “Hold it right there,” in a low, I-mean-business voice.

            The young woman froze in place, bending over a box. Stepping in front of her, he snapped a handcuff on one wrist and, pulling her other arm in front of her, he handcuffed that wrist as well.

            “Sir? Oh!” Her eyes went big and round. “Mr. Brunet, Renaud Brunet? Um, I...” she seemed to be having some trouble forming thoughts. Good. She’d be better off if she didn’t speak and push him further over the edge of control.

            “Quiet, lady!” he barked, hauling her into the house. He flicked on the light switch but nothing happened. Swearing, he turned to his captive. “I guess we goanna have to do this in the dark, no?”
      
      He hauled her up the stairs and into the kitchen. Once there, he turned her to face the back of a kitchen chair.

            “Arms out in front! Hold on to that chair!” he ordered her. “Spread your legs! Wide!”

            She did as she was told. He could smell her fear. There was something familiar about her scent but he ignored it. He was fighting to keep his beast under control right now.

            “Mr. Brunet?” she croaked when his hand skimmed her abdomen. “Please, there’s been...”

            “Hush!” he growled, feeling her shake under his hands as they moved up her ribs. “This is called a body search. It happens when you’re caught breaking and entering or trespassing.”

            His hands traveled over her shoulder blades and back to her ribs, slowly moving up. When he cupped her breasts, she whimpered and tried to pull away. Closing his hands more firmly around the small globes, he moved his fingers until each nipple was caught between his index finger and his middle finger.

            “Don’t. Move,” he breathed into her ear. He pinched her nipples between his fingers. She whimpered again.

            His hands released her now-hard nipples and skimmed down to the waist of her barely-there lace panties. He rested his hands on her hips, pressing behind her, knowing she could feel his hard erection. Usually, he just wanted to get rid of the women. He hadn’t even gotten hard for a woman in five years. This one was dangerously close to meeting the predator that lived inside of him.


Later:

After Cili dropped Paul and Ivanna off at school, she decided she ought to stop and get something to eat. The waitress was asking her about her tee shirt when Ziggy sat down across from her.

Ziggy asked to see both sides of her shirt. She knew Renaud was not that far away. She could feel him but she refused to turn and look.

“I get it! I get it!” Ziggy crowed, laughing. “It’s hysterical!”                    

“I guess I was in a bad mood,” Cili confessed in her usual whisper. “I made it last week.”

On one side, it had a sheep that was obviously electric, dialing a rotary wheel. He dialed the number 594. On the back, the words “YEAH, RIGHT!” were written in large script.

“Renaud really pissed you off, huh?” He was trying to warm up to her but she didn’t really trust him.

“What’s up, Ziggy?” She cut him off as best she could in her breathy, husky voice.
“Odd that you should have that particular shirt on when I make my request…”

She glared at him. “No, really, I’m taking a literature course a few nights a week.” He spoke fast.

“You didn’t know that I have a Bachelor’s in Literature and Philosophy. Nobody does – well, Rory, War, and now you. What do you want, Ziggy?”

“Now, I want help with my homework, but mostly, I need a little favor.” He waited while she sipped her coffee and looked at him.

“What?” Her throat was getting sore and she needed to be careful.

“I have this dog” he began. The look on her face was one of surprise. “Could you keep him for a few nights a week while I’m in class?”

“Why don’t you ask Renaud?” She said right away. “You can’t be gone that long, Ziggy?”

~~~


 $3.99
by J.J. Massa
When cop Christian Parker meets D.A. Denny at a bar and takes him home, they have one steamy night of passion. That might be the end of it, but a deposition brings Christian back into Denny's life. Denny tries to deny his feelings for Christian, preferring to be a player, but when a family tragedy brings Christian down, Denny is there to comfort him.

Everything that can go wrong for these two does go astray, and Christian is ready to give up. When another tragedy threatens to tear them apart forever, though, it might just be Denny who has to convince Christian that he's ready to settle down. Can they struggle through everything life throws at them and find a way to stay together?

Excerpt:

Denny came to this bar for the usual reasons--sometimes he needed a man. He liked women well enough. 

There were just some things they couldn’t give to him. Not only that, he had to be discreet. Sure, legally, nobody could say anything about his choice of bed partner. In reality, though, it mattered.

“I’ve been here a couple of times, maybe three or four,” Christian admitted.

“I have seen you here before, but I never noticed you leave with anyone?” Denny made it a question on purpose. What would the other man say? Would he explain why he had never engaged anyone else?

Christian sipped at his drink for a minute and then glanced over at Denny again. “I, um, I’ve got this job…I’m not supposed to be gay, or you know, whatever.”

Denny chuckled again. “You mean bi?”

Christian grinned sheepishly, “Well, I tried to be bi and I don’t think I qualify. Mostly, women just don’t do it for me. My folks couldn’t probably deal with it. My dad’s a military officer. And my job--no way. I, uh, work for the city.”

That statement made Denny feel a bit more comfortable. “Yeah, mine’s pretty much the same. I’m a civil servant, myself,” he admitted, enjoying his scotch. “I wonder, Christian,” he smiled to soften his next comment, “You don’t seem very experienced for someone who is so sure that women don’t work for him.”

“I’ve gone out with women, you know…it’s just…well, I’ve had some experience with men, just casual.”

“My job would frown on it, too,” Denny smiled. “I take it that you’re interested in moving your experience beyond the casual?” he asked, trying to keep it light but get to the point, both at the same time.

Christian picked up his shot of whiskey and gulped it; wide, blue eyes looking at Denny, he nodded. “I, uh, think I know what I want…what I need.”

“What do you think that is, Christian?” Denny asked, his voice an octave lower than normal. Everything about this sweet, young, blond man was pushing all of his buttons.

Christian looked down at the bar and then glanced shyly over at Denny. “I don’t mind being in charge at work…but the rest of the time, I need something else.”

Denny tossed a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar and took Christian by the bicep, appreciating how muscular the young man was. Without a word, the younger man let Denny lead him toward the back of the bar and the rear exit.

Stopping at a hidden alcove near the door, Denny pulled Christian in tight against him. When the other man gasped in surprise, Denny covered Christian’s mouth with his own.

The heady flavor of malted whiskey and healthy young man was overwhelming. They were of a size, though Denny was slightly taller. The slight advantage allowed him more leverage as his mouth caressed over the full, pink lips under his.

He was falling into Christian and he wanted more, needed more. Though it happened sometimes, often in fact, Denny didn’t plan to have sex with Christian in the back of the bar. There wouldn’t be a hand-job in the bathroom for them, no. He wanted plenty of time to explore, play, have his way with the honey blond. 

And, this being Christian’s first full male sexual experience, Denny had every intention of helping himself to any sort of virginity that Christian had left; he didn’t want to do it in the men’s room.

~~~

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