Thursday, April 19, 2012

AH HA! Finally Figured It Out!!

Happy Birthday  Lynn! 

 It's so cool of you to invite me to spend some of your birthday time with you. I hope you're having a great time of it. Did you get lots of presents? Were you treated like a queen?

I don't know about Lynn, but I think a birthday ought to be really recognized. I know it's a bit much to celebrate it for the entire month, but a week isn't too much to ask, is it?  I usually try to send someone a present around my birthday--sort of a celebration and thanks to God and the universe for letting me hang around another year.

According to Wikipedia, the Romans of ancient times celebrated  birthdays in true hedonistic style. It seems like there's been a lot of squabbling since Christianity about celebrating birthdays . Apparently, birthday celebrations were seen as pagan rites. I can't say about all that, but I'm pretty sure there's nothing wrong with just being glad you're still alive.
So--WooHoo! Go, Lynn, Go! Glad you made it another year!  Birthday Party Blower
IT turns out, a lot of cool people were born in April, and a whole handful of them were writers. Anne McCaffrey, was one of them--just in case you forgot, LOL, she wrote The Dragonriders of Pern series. Other famous authors born around Lynn's birthday are Maya Angelou (April 4), Hans Christian Andersen (April 2) and William Shakespeare's birthday is celebrated in April, too. Pretty creative, these Aries/Taurus April folks.

In celebration of W. Lynn Chantale's  birthday, I'm going to give away one of my books and one of hers--From my published books, it'll be reader's choice, and from Lynn's it'll be my favorite of hers, Breaking Delia's Rules.

Five days, three rules, and one sizzling seduction.

Delia has just three rules for dating. First, a man should never assume he’s the only one. Second, he must stick to his scheduled day and time. Third—and most important—no sex. Enforcing the rules has never been a problem until she meets the hottie from the pool.

Jace has only five days to make every moment count. The more time he spends with Delia, the more he realizes she may be The One. With the clock ticking, he realizes there is only one course of action to take if he wants Delia's heart. Can he convince Delia that rules are meant to be broken?

I really enjoyed this book. Delia is nobody's fool, and she's all woman. She's not to be trifled with, but she does love to dally--or she would--with the right man. And Jace Andrews is definitely that man. He's got a voice like smoked whiskey and a beautiful, toned body that he obviously takes very good care of. What's not to like?

It's a sexy little read and just enough to get you through a waiting room visit, bus ride, or just a good way to enjoy an hour or two.

In order to win --just comment. Be sure to wish Lynn a Happy Birthday! DesiSmileys.com

Tell us when your birthday is and what you think would make it perfect --(besides peace on earth and good will toward men…if that was on your list)

I've got a few stories coming out tonight and tomorrow, so I'm going to give you a taste of those : 


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



After Class
by J.J. Massa

Sometimes, staying after class is the best thing to do, especially if you're not enrolled and you've angered the professor.
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, but he doesn’t have to.

Oh, man, sitting here, watching him walk into the room, I’m just getting chills. I can’t help it, something about him makes you want him to put you in your place—to sort you 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. But 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 fire 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 he’s talking about. How pathetic is that?

He’s coming right toward me, a book in one hand and a note in the other. My heart is beating double-time and I don’t know what to do.


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Chasing Jonas
by J.J. Massa

Excerpt:


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

Jonas, that’s his name. I heard him called that two weeks ago when I saw someone dressing him down. I won't lie--that pissed me off. I’ve had my eye on the younger man for months now. He’s shorter than I am, lean, blond and blue. My special weaknesses, all in one neat package. He’s attractive, but young and innocent looking, clean. 

I’ve kept an eye on him since I first saw him rushing in to work one morning, 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. From what I've seen so far, he’ll be worth having a lot more than once; I have this feeling. His little peeks tell me he’s interested. 

Taking a chance, I stumble in my bent-over position and 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. He's a giver--you can't miss it. 

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, bending over him a little and 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 whole thing up a bit. 

“Thanks,” I say, smiling and looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll speak to me. 

His cheeks flush a sweet pink and he mumbles something that’s probably, "You’re welcome." 

We both exchange nods with the woman from the researcher's office who just joined us. Jonas seems to sink back into his own little world, still beside me, but not speaking.

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 before 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.



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Office Politics
by J.J. Massa

“One moment, Miss Carson and I’ll…” I faltered, cleared my throat, 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, golden 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?

Mr. Weaver gave me a nod and a wink, 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.

“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, 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 bit of my face warm, right up to the tips of my ears. What an image, me on Jack Weaver’s lap…I had to adjust myself, shifting in my chair.

My fingertips were gripping my stiff 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.

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Figuratively Speaking

Find it at Amazon or Smashwords, Thursday, April 19
For many years, Alyssa managed to live under the radar. She scraped by, hiding who she was and what she could do the best she could, even though she didn't exactly know why anymore.
One thing she does know--happily-ever-afters don't just happen. Sometimes you have to give them a hand. Now and then, they just show up...figuratively speaking, that is.

Excerpt:
“Please, Grandfather. I don’t belong here,” she choked. “Just let me go back to the city where I know what to expect. I'm not your responsibility,” she whispered raggedly. "I-I can deal."

She was struggling to contain her tears. Here she was, twenty-four years old and acting like such a baby.

She buried her face in the pillow she was clutching, holding on for dear life.

“You don’t like our island, Alyssa?” a deep, cultured voice asked.

"Oh god, shoot me now," Alyssa groaned, wishing she could wink away like a fairy or something. Nikodemos Kosmapoulos was the single most attractive man she’d ever met.

With his dark brown hair, eyes like green ice, narrow hips and broad shoulders, she found him overwhelmingly desirable. That must be why she made a fool of herself whenever their paths crossed. The dam burst at that moment and she began to cry in earnest.

“Damn it! I don’t… I can’t… ” She gasped between sobs. “I’m sorry,” she just couldn’t help herself -- she didn’t know what was happening to her.

This had to happen in front of His Majesty, the king of sexy! Great!

Could there possibly be anyone else on this island she could offend? Turning on his heel, Nik had gone.

She was still gasping for breath and struggling with her sobs when he returned. His presence had only just registered with her when he pressed a glass of whiskey into her hand.

“Drink,” he ordered.

“Is alcohol… the answer… to everything… in this family?” she gasped out.

In response, he took the liquor and put it on the table beside her bed. He marched back to her and scooped her up. Tumbling her to the bed, he reached down and removed her shoes.

Drink,” he growled a second time, holding the glass to her lips. Eyes wide, she took a swallow. “Again,” he ordered. With difficulty, she swallowed the rest of the dark, amber liquid, almost afraid to do anything else.

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Rainy Day Lover (coming soon to Torquere)

Sometimes a man just needs a break--something for a rainy day. There aren't many rainy days in Denver, though.

Louisiana averages 114 inches of rain each year. What better place to find--or be--a rainy day lover?

Excerpt:
"Je te veux," Zimi said finally, attempting once again to scoot away.

Something stirred in Cliff's memory, a song by composer Erik Satie, Gilbert Becaud, his mother's not-so-secret crush-- Je te veux. I want you. Cliff could work with that. He allowed his hand to relax a little, no longer pressing, simply resting against Zimi's chest.

"I'd like you to stay," he murmured, sweeping his thumb in a small arc across Zimi's flat nipple in an unmistakable message.

Swallowing audibly, eyes glued once again to Cliff's, Zimi rasped, "How you called? Tu nom?"

"My name? Oh, we never got that far, did we?" Cliff remembered, a little embarrassed. "My given name is Ebenezer …"

"Ee-bon-a-zay," Zimi repeated, applying his own accent to the appellation. "Ebon."

Zimi's voice caressed the letters and syllables, tasting, savoring, rolling the name around in his mouth and testing it with his tongue. The sensual baritone caressed his name, a name he'd never liked, stretched it, and made it seductive, luxurious. Cliff really had planned to tell him his real name--the name he went by…sort of. It wasn't as if Ebenezer wasn't his actual, real name. It was a family name, a relic. He'd been christened Ebenezer Clifton Moss, after all. His father hadn't liked the name Ebenezer, thus, he had been called Cliff all of his life. Tonight, he would be Ebenezer--Ebon.

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 And that ought to be enough for awhile, wouldn't you say?


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4 comments:

W. Lynn Chantale said...

Ah, yes. Thank you Tyrell, I truly need that drink now and the massage is fantastic.

Thank you for being here J.J. It took a little coaxing, but the post made it through. Congrats on the upcoming releases. Please help yourself to the buffet and open bar. Chef and Tyrell are standing by as well as some of the lovely ladies to help with whatever you need.

I love this post. I knew about Shakespeare, but not some of the other famous authors. It's great to celebrate another year and I'm glad you could share in this with me.

Again, Congratulations!

Rose said...

Happy Birthday!!! Hope you have the best day ever with lots of gifts and love :) My birthday was the 14th of March, but I didn't celebrate it. I did get the sweetest present ever, a selfmade card from my little nephew. He was so proud he made it himself ;D

rosemchallen@gmail.com

J.J. Massa said...

Thank you, Lynn, and again Happy Birthday. I was mad at myself because I tried to make it easy, and complicated things for both of us. (took me forever to get the formatting right)

I've been fighting this cold/flu thign for a month. I hope you do better than me. *hug* thanks for inviting me to the party :)

W. Lynn Chantale said...

Sounds like you and I are in the same boat, JJ. I was fine, had a slight cough and now it's back with a vengeance. Sending warm wishes and hot toddies your way.

Hi Rose. Thanks for partying with us today. Those homemade cards are the sweetest bestest gifts ever.