I did blog at Evo today. You can click here to see that bit of wisdom.
And more importantly, Chris at StumblingOverChaos is hosting a giveaway of Faking Perfection, DreamSpinner Press release coming out this month. If you wanna chance to win a free copy, click the link of her blog and follow directions. :)
I'm a douche because it took me most of the day to hop over to Chris' and see everyone. *head hang* I love readers. They are teh awesum.
Showing posts with label freebie. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Waffle bra
Welcome Realms of Love chatters. My pardon for the crazy-assed glass of Vista on Java rocks. They don't play well together Thunder noted. Tried several hours to access the chat prior, and was on the phone with Thunder (chat admin) trouble-shooting.
~T is very pleasant. Charming, really. Great voice.~
Thanx for showing. Those who were part of the chat, and clever readers of this blog, will know which words to place in the comment box for a chance at a free read. Am giving away one of each book to the winner.
Would encourage any with questions to post in comments as well. Am intrigued that some have indicated they have them for me. Very little I won't answer.
Other shit: Found new bra. Am delirious. Finally a perfect fit and no tattling revelations when I am chilled. Which calls to question nipple-less bras. Do any women wear these to the office? Pardon. My error. Rephrasing. Do any non-pole dancing, business women wear these to the office? Would imagine design rather visible through sheer work shirt.
Note to self: "Mia, buy waffle bra. Big snow and cold weather. Be sure to wear white silk shirt without coat. Observe assorted reactions. Favorable?"
Secondary note: "Mia, avoid D during waffle bra day. Entirely wrong impression to make."
~T is very pleasant. Charming, really. Great voice.~
Thanx for showing. Those who were part of the chat, and clever readers of this blog, will know which words to place in the comment box for a chance at a free read. Am giving away one of each book to the winner.
Would encourage any with questions to post in comments as well. Am intrigued that some have indicated they have them for me. Very little I won't answer.
Other shit: Found new bra. Am delirious. Finally a perfect fit and no tattling revelations when I am chilled. Which calls to question nipple-less bras. Do any women wear these to the office? Pardon. My error. Rephrasing. Do any non-pole dancing, business women wear these to the office? Would imagine design rather visible through sheer work shirt.
Note to self: "Mia, buy waffle bra. Big snow and cold weather. Be sure to wear white silk shirt without coat. Observe assorted reactions. Favorable?"
Secondary note: "Mia, avoid D during waffle bra day. Entirely wrong impression to make."
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Contest for Free copy: Bad Boys (m/m)
Contest: Post to comments your most outrageous significant other experience. Don't care if m/m, f/m, menage, what-all. Funny, crazy, stupid all count. Selection of winning comment will be made by third party (without names provided to sway judging) and free copy of Bad Boys awarded Monday. Deadline now through 11:59pm March 15th.
Bad Boys, Bad Boys (Total-E-Bound.com release 3/16--Monday)
“I need to get you home, buddy. You drink another, and you’ll pass out like you did last time you got deep and ponderous.” Mack stood.
Geo stood too although the room tilted. He felt the solid comfort of Mack’s arm around his back. Geo leaned in. Mack smelled good. Damn him. Fuckin’ A. Geo stumbled, his feet feeling like bricks though he didn’t think he’d had that much to drink.
“Only had four beers,” Geo grumbled.
“Six. And no food.”
“Fuck that. I can drink twice as many and still walk a straight line,” Geo argued.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m driving you home. ’Cause you’re sober and steady as a surgeon.”
“S’right. I love you, man.”
“Yep. Totally sober.” Mack grinned.
The cool air hit Geo square in the chest. He sucked in sharply and blinked when his eyes suddenly watered in the brisk November wind. He turned his face into Mack, bumping his nose against Mack’s temple.
Mack eased him into the passenger seat and fastened him in. His fingers grazed Geo’s hip, and it was everything Geo could do to keep from shifting his pelvis to force an ‘accidental’ touch to his cock when Mack withdrew.
Geo unfastened the belt.
“C’mon, man, I just got you in.”
Mack leaned over and re-belted him. Geo inhaled traces of piny scent at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Without thinking too much about it, Geo slipped a free hand around Mack’s far shoulder and tugged.
Mack looked at him, instinctively.
It didn’t take more than a subtle lift of Geo’s chin to make contact. His mouth moved over Mack’s. Mack remained motionless, in retrospect, stunned. Geo sank into him, parting and capturing lips as buttery soft as the coat Mack wore.
He tasted the brine of beer and sweet cola. Something salty, too, like peanuts filtering through the dark erotic depths of his hot, sensual mouth.
Mack shoved Geo’s shoulder, knocking him against the seat. “What the fuck, Wilson? What the—Shit! What kind of fucking—Dude, you are fucked up!” Mack retreated, slamming the car door.
Mack muttered and paced, hands on his lean hips. He shot accusatory looks at Geo and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Long sexy fingers, dark satiny strands of hair. Fine ass.Geo leaned back. Yeah, he’d totally fucked up all right, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing.
Bad Boys, Bad Boys (Total-E-Bound.com release 3/16--Monday)
“I need to get you home, buddy. You drink another, and you’ll pass out like you did last time you got deep and ponderous.” Mack stood.
Geo stood too although the room tilted. He felt the solid comfort of Mack’s arm around his back. Geo leaned in. Mack smelled good. Damn him. Fuckin’ A. Geo stumbled, his feet feeling like bricks though he didn’t think he’d had that much to drink.
“Only had four beers,” Geo grumbled.
“Six. And no food.”
“Fuck that. I can drink twice as many and still walk a straight line,” Geo argued.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m driving you home. ’Cause you’re sober and steady as a surgeon.”
“S’right. I love you, man.”
“Yep. Totally sober.” Mack grinned.
The cool air hit Geo square in the chest. He sucked in sharply and blinked when his eyes suddenly watered in the brisk November wind. He turned his face into Mack, bumping his nose against Mack’s temple.
Mack eased him into the passenger seat and fastened him in. His fingers grazed Geo’s hip, and it was everything Geo could do to keep from shifting his pelvis to force an ‘accidental’ touch to his cock when Mack withdrew.
Geo unfastened the belt.
“C’mon, man, I just got you in.”
Mack leaned over and re-belted him. Geo inhaled traces of piny scent at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Without thinking too much about it, Geo slipped a free hand around Mack’s far shoulder and tugged.
Mack looked at him, instinctively.
It didn’t take more than a subtle lift of Geo’s chin to make contact. His mouth moved over Mack’s. Mack remained motionless, in retrospect, stunned. Geo sank into him, parting and capturing lips as buttery soft as the coat Mack wore.
He tasted the brine of beer and sweet cola. Something salty, too, like peanuts filtering through the dark erotic depths of his hot, sensual mouth.
Mack shoved Geo’s shoulder, knocking him against the seat. “What the fuck, Wilson? What the—Shit! What kind of fucking—Dude, you are fucked up!” Mack retreated, slamming the car door.
Mack muttered and paced, hands on his lean hips. He shot accusatory looks at Geo and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Long sexy fingers, dark satiny strands of hair. Fine ass.Geo leaned back. Yeah, he’d totally fucked up all right, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Last Chance to Win
The Company Classification: Claimed by Darkness - Mia Watts[Spectrum / MM, ménage, shapeshifter, vampire] Reader Advisory: Includes M/M/F ménage scenes and some violence.
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
Blurb:
After twelve years of friendship, Damien is sure he has found The Keeper, the savior of the vampire race, in human form. The werewolves have a prophecy of their own and like Damien, they believe that Dr. Wolfrik Usher is their long-awaited answer.
Rik’s long-avoided attraction to Damien shifts into high gear when the sexual and physical demands of being a changeling wolf besiege his weakened inhibitions. And Damien isn’t sure he can resist the man meant to be a savior. Coming out on top has a whole new meaning as they fight their own biases in the midst of a species war. Whether the physical or sexual battle prevails, will they embrace the darkness or be claimed in its embrace?
An Excerpt From: CLAIMED BY DARKNESS
Copyright © MIA WATTS, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Copyright © MIA WATTS, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Bite me,” Rik commanded softly.
“You lost a lot of blood. Biting you would serve no purpose except as a sexual experiment.” Damien growled. “You will be feeling enough discomfort as the were virus takes hold.”
Rik leaned forward. “I feel fine. Weres have healing properties too, don’t they?” At Damien’s reluctant nod, Rik continued. “Then bite me.”
Damien rose to his feet. The temptation was too great for him to stay in the same room. Rik’s eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. It made Damien pause to look again. Could he be changing so quickly? He turned from his human friend and walked to the door.
It was more instinct than sound which had Damien spinning as Rik pounced on him, throwing Damien against the wall. Rik grabbed his shirtfront and snarled in his face. Were-yellow overlaid his blue eyes until they glowed fathomlessly green. Rik was turning faster than usual.
“Bite me.” Rik’s voice dropped to dark tones unlike his natural speaking voice. Like warmed velvet, it wrapped around Damien and called to his soul.
Damien flashed his fangs in warning. He was already dancing on the edge of sexual predation. “I’m not fucking biting you, Rik. If I bite you now I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He shoved Rik off him, surprised by the unnatural strength in the man. Rik should be passed out or weak, not shifting and careless.
Rik caught his footing and charged again. This time he went for Damien’s throat. Damien deflected, barely. He hissed. Rolling, he pinned Rik to the closed bedroom door. A low growl rumbled from Rik’s throat.
Rik didn’t move but he eyed Damien warily as he drew his face close. “I’d. Fuck. You,” Damien said slowly, making sure Rik understood exactly what the dilemma was.
The were-human’s eyes went wild. “Fucking fuck me already, fucker.”
Damien considered it for a moment. Rik’s cock pressed its swollen length to his abdomen and as Damien debated taking Rik, finally, Rik’s cock pulsed. Damien groaned as every memory of tasting him secondhand flooded his senses. Rik’s pheromones were heady, his erection prepared for a thorough sucking. God, Damien wanted to. He wanted to take that length in his mouth, bite down and bring him off as Rik shot down his throat.
Instead he stepped away. “You don’t want that. You think you do but you’d be pissed when you returned to normal.”
Rik swiped out curled fingers, angrily scoring Damien’s chest. “Don’t tell me what I want, vampire.”
His chest stung from the strike. Damien leaped the distance. Holding Rik’s head roughly to the side, Damien dragged his teeth over Rik’s neck, teasing him. Slowly, he touched the tips to his artery, giving Rik a second to reconsider. Damien’s chest squeezed with need. His cock jerked and Damien sank into his neck.
Rik’s guttural cry of pleasure washed over Damien and he released Rik’s head to do as he chose. Damien didn’t expect Rik to bury on hand in his hair, to hold him in place against his neck. He didn’t expect Rik’s other hand to reach inside Damien’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around his aching penis. Damien shuddered with need. His Rik wanted him.
Comments until tonight at 11:59p accepted into drawing. Make sure you have contact info in profile or via link from your comment. Thanx!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Ogling
Attempted Lesbian appreciation without success. J will be pleased to know was able to engage in make-out session and minor petting. However mostly induced by Sunrise Martinis and unrelenting fascination of attractive man with lovely salt-and-peppering above ears. Quickly dumped female companion for more than six feet of man with wide shoulders to hold. No regrets.
MiMa in another row. Mi stomped like a six-year-old from apartment, tapped foot impatiently at elevator doors as Ma yelled and smacked his back several times. Gist of argument involved toothpaste goo in sink with reference to stove top "mess" from hot-dish. Mi appeared suitably irritated, as he should. Was impressed he did not do more than huff impatiently and resort to stairs. Well done, Mi.
Note to self: "Mia, suggest to Mi that own apartment results in fewer arguments. Recommend recently opened apartment next door to me as would hate to lose such fantastic domestic displays altogether."
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
MiMa in another row. Mi stomped like a six-year-old from apartment, tapped foot impatiently at elevator doors as Ma yelled and smacked his back several times. Gist of argument involved toothpaste goo in sink with reference to stove top "mess" from hot-dish. Mi appeared suitably irritated, as he should. Was impressed he did not do more than huff impatiently and resort to stairs. Well done, Mi.
Note to self: "Mia, suggest to Mi that own apartment results in fewer arguments. Recommend recently opened apartment next door to me as would hate to lose such fantastic domestic displays altogether."
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
Friday, February 27, 2009
A Sunrise in my Hand
Supervisor D still illusive. Joe too easy a conquest. Will go stag as tonight L and N have arranged gathering at Hooters in Mall of America. Aside from insane deliciousness, enjoy speculating on number of women paying their way through school with stupid uniforms. Amusing to watch old men making ill-aimed grabs. Will progress to Minnesota Picnic for best fried cheese curds. EVER.
Will be forced to dance penance for indulgence. Am going with Sunrise Martini to wash away the week.
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
Will be forced to dance penance for indulgence. Am going with Sunrise Martini to wash away the week.
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Investigating Coke
Located evil Terry and cohort Brita. Predictably insecure and feeble-minded. Stood over Brita's desk. Recommended she use red ink and all caps as claim of diet Coke not clear enough. Then informed Brita that Terry had been seen with empty can in personal trash bin. Brita responded with appropriate outrage. Am satisfied with proper dispensing of doubt.
My work regarding Terry/Brita is complete.
As requested, my bio:
Mia makes her home in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she divides her time between a job and spying on people. Mia enjoys long walks in Como Park, daisies, dancing in the snow...(Delete prior sentence, meant for personal ad)...
Mr. Perfect may apply in person for a thorough evaluation and trial. All others will be towed.
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
My work regarding Terry/Brita is complete.
As requested, my bio:
Mia makes her home in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she divides her time between a job and spying on people. Mia enjoys long walks in Como Park, daisies, dancing in the snow...(Delete prior sentence, meant for personal ad)...
Mr. Perfect may apply in person for a thorough evaluation and trial. All others will be towed.
Win chance at free Book: Free download of Claimed by Darkness (m/m paranormal erotic romance). Entrants agree to respect copyright laws and maintain ownership of awarded copy without reproduction of any kind. Commenters between now and 11:59pm on March 3rd will be entered in Book drawing. Is your email address evident? If not, leave in comments for contact purposes.
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