Suicide Prevention Week Blog Hop!

If you followed my link from Snippet Sunday or Weekend Writing Warriors click here or scroll a little to find this week’s 8 sentences. If you can, please take the time to read this post first.

Welcome to my stop on the Suicide Prevention Blog Hop!

Thanks, Louisa, for organizing this hop, and thanks to all of you who are hopping around and helping raise awareness—because it doesn’t take much to make a difference.

First, the prizes—Louisa is generously offering a $50 Amazon Gift Card & that’s a lot of reading! Be sure and enter via Rafflecopter before hopping on. Over 30 authors are hosting their own giveaways, so make sure you hit all the stops.

One of my favorite charities is The Trevor Project—they’re always available for anyone in the US to call if they’re in crisis, or if they know someone who is and aren’t sure what to do. They also have an amazingly high rating on Charity Navigator which, as a habitual donor, is very important to me. I don’t have a lot of money to give and want to know it’s going where it’ll do the most good.

Their rating is also important because I’m giving away their swag—three “Talk to Me” kits, to be precise. I know, this isn’t your typical blog hop prize, but this isn’t your typical blog hop.

Talk To Me Kit 2013

The time got away from me, though, and I don’t have the kits on-hand yet. So, to be sure I can hand out at least one prize at the end of the hop I’m also giving away a $10 gift certificate to either Amazon, Dreamspinner, Amber Quill Press, or All Romance eBooks, winner’s choice! Because I want to get everyone who visits thinking about one thing:

You never really know who will need a little help to get through the day.

I learned that in 1998 and will never forget it.

Kiddo was 12 and we’d moved into our first apartment, just the two of us, a few months before. I didn’t have any illusions we were living the blue-sky life I’d hoped for her, but we were better off than the year before.

There I was, so proud of myself, thinking I’d figured out all on my own that I had a gay son and was just waiting for “the talk” so I could start being the cool mom—passing out condoms, marching in parades, and the whole shebang. Instead, I came home to a scary note from my gay daughter—that I didn’t quite believe at first but that changed both of our lives. I’ll spare you the gory details but for the next two weeks she was an inpatient in a psych facility and over the next year went in and out of two more. Luckily she didn’t suffer any permanent physical effects, but the few years that followed were a dark time for us. A dark time we navigated almost completely on our own.

In the weeks and months leading up to that day she hadn’t seemed to be in crisis—nothing happened to make me think I had anything to worry about.

That’s why this hop is so important:  any kid can get into trouble at any time.

Any person can get into trouble at any time. And when you’re feeling low it’s easy to believe nobody cares, even if you’re in a room full of people.

Thanks for visiting my stop on the hop—I won’t ask you to do anything special to enter my giveaway, but if you want extra entries you can tweet about the hop, share on FB or G+ or Tumblr—anything you’d like to do to help us get the word out that it’s National Suicide Prevention Week, and where to go for help.

Just to be clear–i’m giving away one $10 gift certificate and three Talk to Me kits from The Trevor Project (which will be sent as soon as i get them!).

The hop runs through September 14th, and the Grand Prize winner will be chosen on Sunday the 15th.

Click here to visit Louisa and the linky list of participants!

Click here to enter the Rafflecopter Grand Prize giveaway!

If you’d like to learn more, you can visit the National Suicide Prevention Week FB page, or The Trevor Project on Facebook or their web site.

Last day to enter!

I hope you’ve had a wonderful week, and enjoyed the books my guests shared with us. The Back to School Blog Hop is almost over, so i wanted to remind you how to enter.

Click here to get to my post, and then you can leave a comment with some crazy parenting advice for Jake to help him keep tabs on DJ in the big bad world of LA. I’ll contact my winner by this Sunday, courtesy of Random.org.

At the end of my post is a link to the Rafflecopter giveaway, and with a grand prize of a $100 Amazon gift card you don’t want to skip that! Once you’ve tossed your name in the hat for the grand prize, hop around to enter the 20+ individual giveaways–the link to the master list is in my post, or you can let the hottie above lead you in the right direction.

Thanks for playing!

Have a fabulous weekend, and be sure to come by on Monday when Posy Roberts will be my guest!

Back to School Blog Hop!

Hello and welcome to my stop on the Back To School hop!

A bunch of fabulous MM Romance authors are celebrating the new school year–so of course that means goodies for you. The Grand Prize is a $100 Amazon gift card. With the kiddies back in school, it’s the perfect time to curl up with your reader and enjoy a few books on us! Enter the Grand Prize drawing using the Rafflecopter link at the bottom. The hop will run through August 30th so you’ll have time to visit everyone on the list! Just click the pretty pic to get there–but not yet.

I’m giving away a copy of my Amber Allure Erotic Romance, A Sunday Kind of Love to one commenter here who can offer some parenting advice for my main character, Jake (more details later!).

I’ve been in school for a year now, so “Back To School” made me giggle (or was that the crazed laughter of someone who never thought she’d be starting over again so late in life?). When I was a kid I thought I’d grow up to be a teacher or a librarian. I got close a few times, working in libraries and many hours volunteering in classrooms after I had a kid of my own. Luckily, it took a long time to realize being a shameless apple-polisher wasn’t the key to popularity—because by the time it sunk in I was hooked on school.

DJ, one of the supporting characters in A Sunday Kind of Love, was smarter than me in that regard so graduating from high school wasn’t always a given. He spent his high school years trying to hide who he really was to avoid being bullied and his plan worked. Sometimes a little too well, because he ended up in trouble for all kinds of petty little things teenagers get up to when they’re bored in a small Oregon towns. The story opens with DJ surprising Jake the morning after his graduation. He’s in LA for college, but that’s pretty far down on his list of things to do.

Jake hasn’t been much of a presence in DJ’s life since he was three and is suddenly faced with trying to keep this young man out of trouble. If I were Jake I’d opt for an ankle bracelet because DJ will find trouble eventually, if it doesn’t find him first. But that would probably be met with some resistance even considering DJ’s ambivalence toward getting a college degree. Unless Armani started making ankle bracelets.

So what’s your most over-the-top advice for Jake to deal with his newly-out country-raised son’s assimilation into the LA scene?

A random commenter (as decided by Random.org) will get a copy of A Sunday Kind of Love. If I get at least a baker’s dozen answers, I’ll give away two copies!

DJ doesn’t get up to a whole lot in this story (for him!), but Jake sure does . . .

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A Sunday Kind of Love, by Charley Descoteaux

Jake McKynnie, middle-aged jazz musician, has the chops to solo—in every sense of the word. He’s living a lonely life in LA, convinced that’s the best he can expect. DJ, the boy who calls him Dad, turns up the day after his high school graduation like a sucker punch from the past. Could their celebratory trip to the salon be the catalyst for Jake’s duet with the enigmatic stylist, Mason?

Excerpt (Rated PG):

Jake grinned. “This is my boy, Jacob. He needs a haircut befitting his new status in life.”

The proprietor frowned theatrically. Jake barely noticed, his mind occupied with what the boy must be thinking. He’d never met a man like Antonio in tiny Willston, Oregon. Nobody was that tall, dark and polished in pink leather pants and a pink silk snake-print button-down shirt.

“A little young…”

Jake made a strangled sound that would’ve had him cringing at its ethnic offensiveness if he wasn’t so mortified by his own choice of words.

“Antonio, that’s not what I meant.” Jake looked at the boy, who was almost completely covering that he had no idea what was going on. That, and the fact that he looked so much like his father, meant he may have a shot after all. “This is DJ. He just graduated from high school and came down for college.”

“You are kid-ding me! This is DJ?” Antonio turned to regard the boy with a hand on his hip and a thoughtful expression. A slow smile spread across his face and he fluffed DJ’s hair and then held it away from his face. “You did bring him for me. Come on, gorgeous, let’s get started.”

Antonio brought Jacob farther into the salon, an arm draped across his shoulders and Jake following close behind them. It always surprised Jake how many people could be in the salon—stylists, customers, and assorted friends of Antonio’s—and yet it rarely sounded as though the chairs were full even though they usually were. But that could’ve had something to do with the volume of the music which wasn’t overpowering but loud enough to conceal a multitude of sins.

Antonio sat Jacob down and put Jake in the next chair to watch while they discussed the merits of a few hairstyles. Jake felt an inordinate amount of pride as the boy warmed to the situation, as though he hadn’t spent every day he could remember in a rural Oregon town of 1,200, but in LA as originally planned. Both spent a quiet moment not quite looking at each other in the mirror when Antonio said father-son facials were on the house as a graduation present. Jake didn’t want to remind him of the honorary nature of his title, and it’d been too long since his last facial anyway. He pretended not to see Antonio’s look that said it’d been a long time since he’d indulged in a lot of things the salon had to offer.

After a fun couple of hours Jake and Jacob headed for the car. Jacob stopped just outside the door to admire himself in the window’s mirror-like surface.

“You should go on back and talk to that guy whose chair you were in. He was checking you out, Dad.”

Jake watched as the boy turned his head to see his new look from every possible angle.

“Looks good.” Jake resisted the urge to run his palm over the boy’s head, like he had when DJ was two they’d had to give him a buzz cut after he’d gotten into some paint. “Feel like yourself now?”

“You bet. I’ll take a little walk and check things out while you head back in for a few minutes.” Jacob winked and would’ve left Jake standing there if he hadn’t taken the boy’s arm to stop him.

“Don’t go feeling too cocky, now. Just because you’re in LA don’t think you can swish around anywhere you please and nothing can happen.”

“I’ll keep the swishing to a minimum.” He waggled his fingers at Jake and took off down the street.

Jake ducked back into the salon and almost ran into Antonio. “Thanks for taking care of him on such short notice. You’re the best.”

“You’re right about that.” Antonio kissed Jake’s cheek and leaned back to look at him. “And it was no notice, but who’s counting. You okay?”

Jake ran a shaky hand through his own short hair which, if he were completely honest, felt just that side of shaggy. “Will be. Didn’t expect to see him today.”

“If you need someone to talk to you just call me, honey.” Antonio hugged Jake hard for a short moment and then released him and gave him a significant look. “We’ll get coffee.”

“Hope I didn’t tick off your neighbor by monopolizing his chair.”

Antonio grinned so loudly Jake had to turn away.

“I’m sure Mase didn’t mind. You know he gets all drooly over hard-bodied men with tattoos.” He traced the Celtic braid encircling Jake’s left biceps. “And you have tattoos. Mase! Mason, come over here and tell Jake you don’t mind he grabbed your seat.”

Jake watched Mason stalk across the room and pass Antonio going the other way. Antonio must’ve winked or signaled him somehow because Mason’s step turned slinky as soon as he saw past him to Jake. Mason looked hot all in black, leather pants and a sleeveless shirt that wasn’t quite see-through. He could’ve lost the leather bands around his biceps as far as Jake was concerned, but that was the only fault he could find without more time.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter for the Grand Prize of a $100 Gift Card!

But before you do, enter to win a copy of A Sunday Kind of Love by commenting with a crazy/silly/bizarre parenting idea for Jake.

The kids are back in school so anything goes!

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And the winners are . . .

That was a busy weekend!

I’m glad it’s over, because this is the fun part–awarding the prizes!

I’ve contacted both of my winners — congratulations Molly (Equality Hop) and Megan (Sizzling Summer Hop)!

Check out the Grand Prize announcements by clicking on the buttons!

Free to be crazy?

I must be more twisted than I thought (which, believe me, is saying something), because i’ve signed up for two blog hops over the long Independence Day weekend!

Both are for good causes–LGBT Equality, and hot summer reads–so I hope you’ll visit both of my posts and have a blast hopping around and winning lots of cool prizes!

Queer Town Abbey’s Equal Rights Blog Hop!

Thanks to the awesome folks at Queer Town Abbey for organizing this hop! Over 40 writers of LGBTQ fiction have banded together to celebrate the march toward independence around the world!

What’s a blog hop without prizes? A lot less fun, for one thing! Comment on my blog and answer the question for an entry in the Grand Prize drawing, and throw your name in the hat (okay, random number generator) for my prize—a $10 gift certificate to Dreamspinner Press!

I’m the bi mother of a trans lesbian.

Try saying that three times fast! 🙂 In all seriousness, it’s not easy coming out—not for anyone I’ve ever discussed it with, anyway—you never really know how someone will react until the moment they have to. I’ve done it many times over the years, and in many different ways, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is that coming out as a bisexual instantly turns you into a teacher. The same goes for having a child who’s trans. Even a casual reference at an LGBTQ workshop can turn into an extended Q&A session. I guess it’s not surprising, when even respected activists don’t understand what it means to be bi.

While I don’t claim to be speaking for everyone who identifies as bisexual, I’ve talked to quite a few over the years and there are some things we agree on. So here goes—

Bisexuals are not monosexual, meaning we’re emotionally and physically attracted to more than one gender. Sounds simple, but a lot of crazy ideas have been attached to that very simple concept—none of which I’ll repeat here. I’ll just say that someone’s gender identity or expression usually has as much to do with who I’m attracted to as which public washroom their mother told them to use when they were five.

And there you go—this is the only thing that’s different about us. In every other way we’re the same as lesbians and gay men and straight allies. Some of us are kind and some of us are jerks; some of us are faithful to our partners and others aren’t; some of us experience fluidity in our orientation at some point in our lives and just as many don’t. We’re all individuals—some of us are freaky and some are so normal it’ll make your teeth hurt (because of all the cookies they bake for their kids—what did you think I meant?).

I’ve been writing fiction with queer characters either in starring or supporting roles since the 1980s. I didn’t start seeking publication until the mid-90s, but that was still too early for mainstream publishers so most of it was rejected. Some of those stories found homes once I changed or deleted the “objectionable” bits (first as an experiment and later with resignation and not a little bit of rage). I don’t have to do that anymore, and am over the moon with the way attitudes have changed. The internet is home to an amazing and accepting community, and I appreciate all of you who make it that way. We still have a long way to go, but every baby step gives me hope.

One more piece of business—the question. Answer this in one word or less: What part of the LGBTQ alphabet soup applies to me?

Okay, now I’ve finished with the serious part—on to the fun part! I’ve already celebrated one release this summer, and on July 7th I get to do it again. My Amber Allure release A Sunday Kind of Love is the story of Jake, and how his life opens up when he reconnects with his past.

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A Sunday Kind of Love, by Charley Descoteaux

How many second chances can one man expect?

Jake McKynnie, middle-aged jazz musician, has the chops to solo—in every sense of the word. He’s living a lonely life in LA, convinced that’s the best he can expect. DJ, the boy who calls him Dad, turns up the day after his high school graduation like a sucker punch from the past. Could their celebratory trip to the salon be the catalyst for Jake’s duet with the enigmatic stylist, Mason?

Excerpt (Rated R):

Jake ducked back into the salon and almost ran into Antonio. “Thanks for taking care of him on such short notice. You’re the best.”

“You’re right about that.” Antonio kissed Jake’s cheek and leaned back to look at him. “And it was no notice, but who’s counting. You okay?”

Jake ran a shaky hand through his own short hair which, if he were completely honest, felt just that side of shaggy. “Will be. Didn’t expect to see him today.”

“If you need someone to talk to you just call me, honey.” Antonio hugged Jake hard for a short moment and then released him and gave him a significant look. “We’ll get coffee.”

“Hope I didn’t tick off your neighbor by monopolizing his chair.”

Antonio grinned so loudly Jake had to turn away.

“I’m sure Mase didn’t mind. You know he gets all drooly over hard-bodied men with tattoos.” He traced the Celtic braid encircling Jake’s left biceps. “And you have tattoos. Mase! Mason, come over here and tell Jake you don’t mind he grabbed your seat.”

Jake watched Mason stalk across the room and pass Antonio going the other way. Antonio must’ve winked or signaled him somehow because Mason’s step turned slinky as soon as he saw past him to Jake. Mason looked hot all in black, leather pants and a sleeveless shirt that wasn’t quite see-through. He could’ve lost the leather bands around his biceps as far as Jake was concerned, but that was the only fault he could find without more time.

“I don’t remember you grabbing anything.” Mason shamelessly looked Jake over.

They’d met before but Jake didn’t think the other man remembered him from the jazz club. Jake could name the month Mason had started at the salon, but for no reason he wanted to name he’d kept his distance.

Jake shook his head slowly and started walking toward the hall without thinking about it.

“Refresh my memory.” Mason took Jake’s hand and pulled him down the short hallway to the Men’s Room. Just inside the door he turned and pressed Jake against the wall, trapping him there with his body. His mouth began to work on Jake’s neck as his hands kneaded the muscles in his arms and shoulders. “You can grab my hair while you’re fucking my face.”

Thanks for reading, and for visiting my spot on the hop! Don’t forget to answer my question, and then click here or the hop button up top to return to the list and hop on!

Answer in one word or less: What part of the LGBTQ alphabet soup applies to me?

Check out my stop on The Romance Troupe’s Sizzling Summer Blog Hop for another steamy excerpt and another chance to win prizes!

Sizzling Summer Blog Hop, brought to you by The Romance Troupe!

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Phew, that’s a lot of prizes! Not bad for the price of a comment, yeah? But that’s not all–there’s one more.

While you’re entering for the Grand Prizes, you’re also entering for my giveaway (US & INT)–a copy of my hot new M/M Erotic Romance from Dreamspinner Press, Directing Traffic!

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The theme of the hop is sizzling, sultry, smexy scenes so I’m going to share one from Directing Traffic. I hope you enjoy it!

Directing Traffic, by Charley Descoteaux

A new love was the last thing on his mind . . .

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart.

Excerpt:

Neil stood outside the little cafe and read the sign advertising burgers, beer, and fun. He thought that to be an overly optimistic—possibly even arrogant—claim, but went in anyway. Ty sat at a table in the far corner on the other side of a pool table. Two boys, who looked barely legal, did more laughing than shooting as Neil went to sit across from Ty.

“I didn’t know this place had a pool table,” said Neil after they’d said their hellos and thank-you-for-comings.

“Do you play?” Ty sat up a little straighter and smiled wider.

“Not for a while. And I never was very good.”

“Neither am I. We should play after lunch.”

The waitress came and took their orders. They chatted about the beach and how much the little town had changed over the past few years. It turned out they’d both taken their vacations there since well before the gentrification started and agreed the project had robbed the town of much of its charm.

“But we keep coming back anyway,” said Ty, dragging his last fry through the mixed ketchup and grease on his plate.

Neil wondered how he stayed so slender if he ate like that. He finished the last few bites of his Caesar salad and thought how unhappy Julius would be to see what this dive had done to his namesake entrée.

“Um, yeah, I guess. The beach is nice, though, and clears out pretty quickly once the kids go back to school.”

“How about a game?” Ty jumped up and started racking the table.

Neil wondered if he’d really seen a shadow pass across Ty’s face at the mention of kids and school. He was probably—straight, married, or both—worried about his uncle.

“I don’t want to keep you if—”

“You’d be doing me a favor. Once I leave here, I have no plans. Idle hands and all that.” Ty grinned and sauntered over to the rack on the wall.

Neil literally shook his head to remind himself where he was and that he really shouldn’t stare at this kid he’d just met, especially not his ass, and then forced himself across the little room to choose a cue. If that perfect round bottom had been created by burgers and fries, maybe he should reconsider his own eating habits. He was a little uncomfortable bending over the table with Ty standing right there watching, but his break probably wouldn’t have been any better had he been standing anywhere else.

Neil had felt a static tension in the room as soon as he reached the table, and as they played it only got worse. And all that bending over and thoughtful lining-up of shots that were missed by miles didn’t help.

They each had two balls left on the table, and Ty asked if Neil wanted to make it more interesting.

Neil laughed. “Not sure I can handle more interesting. But what do you have in mind?”

“Loser buys dinner.”

Ty bent over to line up his shot and his tank top draped over the table, giving Neil a prime view of Ty’s tanned chest and a tease of muscular stomach. Ty missed an easy bank shot.

“Or I can get it after I win.” Neil sank the two ball in the side, and then bumped a stripe in for Ty along with the six ball. As he lined up the eight ball, Neil realized what he’d done. He’d just asked this young guy out to dinner. He’d never asked anyone out before, not once, and this seemed as though he’d done it behind his own back. His hands shook enough to ensure the cue ball followed the eight straight into the pocket.

Ty laughed. His laugh made Neil grin, even through the burning blush he was sure encompassed his entire face, neck, and most of his chest.

“I warned you I wasn’t very good.”

Ty shook his head. “You weren’t kidding.” He replaced his cue in the rack, and maybe he was a little pale when he turned back around. “You don’t have to—”

“You’re suggesting I welch?”

Ty’s grin returned fast, forcing Neil to wonder again about his age. When he grinned like that, he looked almost as old as Neil himself, who wasn’t quite ready to admit he was pushing forty. But when he turned away from the cue rack, he seemed barely old enough to be in the bar. Ty raised an eyebrow, and Neil realized he’d been staring.

“Where would you like to eat?”

“You’re buying, so you decide.”

“My hotel has a restaurant next door. I’m not sure if it’s any good….”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Neil smiled and nodded, and they agreed on a time. When Neil left the cafe, Ty walked alongside him. They continued in a companionable silence to the end of the main drag. Neil expected him to drop away at any time, stunned by the realization he didn’t want that to happen. Ty kept walking with him, his flip-flops matching every step of Neil’s canvas deck shoes.

They reached the hotel, and Ty said softly, “Food’s good here.”

Neil glanced at Ty and then started up the weathered wood staircase to his room, holding his breath. He slowly let it out when he heard the slap of Ty’s flip-flops behind him. Neil’s hand shook the tiniest bit as he swiped his key card and opened the door. He hesitated, and Ty brushed past him into the room. Neil flinched away from the jolt he got when their arms touched.

Neil closed and locked the door and Ty was right there, his auburn curls shivering with his quiet laughter. Close up, his hazel-green eyes were even more beautiful than from across the table, and before Neil was able to think past them, Ty’s hands were on his chest and one snaked up into his hair.

Just before Ty’s mouth found Neil’s, he whispered one word that made Neil smile too. “Electricity.”

Now that you’re in a smexy mood, here’s what you have to do to enter my giveaway. Just leave a comment, include your e-mail address, and answer this question:

Which do you prefer, First Person or Third Person POV?

Yes, i’m doing a scientific study to see which POV readers enjoy the most. It’s not a trick question–“both” is a perfectly acceptable answer. Bonus points for telling us why you prefer that POV, and even more for following me at the usual places.

You don’t have to answer the question to be in the running for all the cool Grand Prizes, but I’d like to hear what you think!

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Eye Candy, Dirty Birdies Style!

Welcome to my stop on the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop! Our theme is Eye Candy—and after I take care of some business I’ll get less literal about that. 😉

Thanks to the Dirty Birdies for organizing the hop, and for making it so convenient for me (because that was the motivation). The hop runs June 25-27 and over 50 authors and bloggers of all kinds of fiction are posting about eye candy and offering individual prizes, and the Dirty Birdies also have a Grand Prize $100 Gift Card for a lucky commenter.

My US-only prize is a Read at the Beach swag pack. I thought about what I like to have with me while I read at the beach and included as much of that as I could. I can’t ship the winner a beach umbrella, though, sorry! I will ship everything you see here—a small tote bag, drink cooler, bookmark, sticky notes, pen, and chocolate.

My International prize is a copy of Directing Traffic in your choice of format.

See the end of the post for how to enter.

The theme Eye Candy is wide-open, but my mind went first to the kind of hunks I write about—so, the kind of guys who are more cute and sweet than hot and hunky. I’m old, so I tend to be more impressed with personality and how someone treats others than by a pretty face. Like the guy who changed my oil recently—he wasn’t what you’d call beautiful, but cute, definitely. He went out of his way to be nice to me, and I have to say that was pretty sexy (plus, he’s Latino and I have a huge weakness in that direction).

That said, I do drool over the hotness (and then hoard it on Pinterest to drool over again later). I love all kinds of men, tall and short, furry and sleek, muscled and slender. What about you, what’s your favorite flavor of eye candy?

Do you like yours sweet and dreamy?

Or maybe with a bit of an edge?

I’m a sucker for a man who can dance and is secure enough to rock a teeny tiny outfit.

But sometimes all they have to do is stand there and I’m happy.

Never could resist a man who reads.

My guys in Directing Traffic don’t read beyond newspapers and a menu or two, but I think they’re irresistible anyway. Here’s a short excerpt of their first meeting. Visit me on the Cup O’ Porn blog on the 27th for a longer (and sexier) excerpt, and another contest! For their Thursday Things feature, I’ll talk about the thing I wish I had and the thing I’m giving away. 😉

Cover!Directing Traffic by Charley Descoteaux

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart. 

Excerpt:

When he finally emerged from the room, Neil wasn’t very hungry and didn’t feel like walking on the beach, so he thought he’d go to the local information center and find a hiking trail. The little beach community sat between the ocean and the Coast Range, so he shouldn’t have to go far. He’d almost made it to the end of the block when someone called to him.

“Neil? Um, it’s Neil, right?”

The young man with the auburn curls walked up to him, looking as though he wanted to run but was holding himself back through a great force of will. Or maybe Neil still felt melancholy from his run-in with The Happy Couple and was projecting.

Neil nodded. “You were there the other day, when…. How is he?”

“He’s good. He’ll be fine, really, thanks to you. That’s why I’m here. I’m not a stalker—I got your information from the police. I wanted to say thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Neil smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

“And, I mean, since you saved his life and all, I’d like to know, can I take you to dinner tonight?”

Neil’s heart started hammering in his chest. This young, sexy man wanted to take him to dinner.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad he’ll be okay.”

“Ty. I’m Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty. I know I don’t have to, but it means a lot, what you did. Uncle Ray’d be dead if you hadn’t….”

Neil thought Ty might hyperventilate, so he took his arm and steered him to a bench in front of the bakery on the corner. Ty shook, but after a few slow breaths was able to compose himself.

“How about lunch?” Neil asked, surprising himself.

Ty smiled, and Neil wondered if anyone nearby would be able to do CPR on him if his erratically beating heart decided to stop. Ty didn’t look as young when he smiled; in fact, he looked a lot older and more worldly. And he had an adorable dimple in his left cheek.

“Meet me at that cafe at the end of the main drag at noon? It has a woman’s name, Sharon’s or Shirley’s….”

Neil nodded and they both stood. After a slightly awkward moment, Ty offered Neil his hand.

“Thanks. I mean it.”

Maybe Neil saw more than gratitude in Ty’s hazel-green eyes, but he talked himself out of it fairly quickly. Surely he hadn’t slept well after what had happened to his uncle.

Uncle.

 Thanks for reading! Directing Traffic is available for pre-order through the 25th–release day is Wednesday, June 26th!

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Photo credits:

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Dancer: Hen3k Hen3k via photopin cc

Tied up: Esther Marí via photopin cc

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And the winners are . . .

eff25-20132b2Today I have two winners to announce!  Thanks so much to all of you who participated in the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia–I don’t think I’m alone in feeling it was a huge success.

Thanks to Random.org I have a winner:  Peggy!  I’ve contacted her via e-mail and it shouldn’t be long before she’s enjoying her new ARe reads, and the warm feeling you get after helping someone in need.

 

 

The winner of the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop has also been announced:  SHADOW! Congratulations, I hope you have a blast reading and spending your gift cards!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t have any more hops lined up right now but am planning a few giveaways in June to celebrate my release on the 26th, and more in July.

Thanks again for visiting during the May hops. Hope to see you all back!

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A Saturday Kind of Love

Welcome to my crazy world! Sorry I’m late posting for Seductive Studs & Sirens. (If you’re here for the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia or the Absolutely Erotic Blog Hop you know what to do. :))

So here it is, my snippet (picking up where last week’s left off) and my cover!

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Jake shook his head slowly and started walking toward the hall without thinking about it.

“Refresh my memory.” Mason took Jake’s hand and pulled him down the short hallway to the Men’s Room. Just inside the door he turned and pressed Jake against the wall, trapping him there with his body. His mouth began to work on Jake’s neck as his hands kneaded the muscles in his arms and shoulders. “You can grab my hair while you’re fucking my face.”

Jake slipped his hands up under the soft and filmy fabric of Mason’s shirt and gasped as he found a rock-hard six-pack. Mason looked up and when Jake told him with a quick gesture there’d be no kissing, Mason’s lips returned to Jake’s neck without missing a beat.

Thanks for reading—I hope this week’s snippet feels less of a tease!

This post was brought to you by the letter S (Seductive Studs & Sirens and Snippet Sunday), the letter W (Weekend Writing Warriors), and the hashtag #HAHAT (Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia). I hope you’ll check out every one of them. I can’t promise cookies, but there could be prizes and you will have fun!