Leather, Licking, and Lawnmowers

Leather, Licking, and Lawnmowers takes leathersex out of its usual bars and back alleys, setting it in unexpected locations: A 5&10. A potluck. A hamburger joint. A college waltz party. Even when the leatherman who narrates these stories returns to the Eagle bar, things don't go quite the way he expected. . . .

Written by the former director of the Erotic Authors Association, who is also editor of True Tales: An Erotic E-zine of Masculinity and Power, this five-tale gay erotica collection includes the story "Spontaneous," runner-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize for Erotic Fiction.

For adults only. Book preview, booktrailer video, and links to ordering pages.

Excerpt:

Trent snorted. "Danger. You young leathermen know nothing about danger. I had only one fear when I was young, and I got over that in time. But you fear everything. You fear that you won't be accepted by your vanilla neighbors, you fear that society will think you're strange. You won't do anything spontaneous or risky because you might get hurt." Trent snorted again. "All you need, you say, is stability. Say, which pocket is your hanky in tonight?"

I sighed. This was an old argument between us. "Look, just because I'm ninety-percent top doesn't mean I can't have a little fun taking the other role once in a while. That has nothing to do with stability--"

I was interrupted then. Martin was starting to make the rounds of the room, clipboard and pen in hand, asking everyone whether they were registered to vote so that they could show the world what good citizens leathermen are. Nearby, most of the club had entered into a discussion of how long the negotiations before a scene should last between a top and a bottom, and whether there should be three breaks or four for further negotiations later in the evening.

"Fucking Christ," Trent said with disgust. Then he turned to me and asked mildly, "Will you do something for me?"

"Sure," I said with a mouth full of my first bite of Ho Ho. "Anything you want."

It must have been the Ho Ho. Sugar rushes cause madness, right? Because I promise you, "Anything you want," is not what you say to Master Trent. Not when he has his black handkerchief sticking out of his left back pocket.

He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. I'm not into that touchy-feely male bonding stuff, so I tried to shrug him off, sort of like a fly might try to shrug off a bull. I saw Gary suddenly turn his gaze our way, as though alerted by a signal. Trent raised his voice above the chatter.

"Gentlemen!" he announced. "My dear grey-hankied friend here has just offered to let me do anything I want with him. That's right, isn't it?" He turned to me for confirmation.

It was right about then that the Ho Ho turned into a ten-ton cast-iron ball in my stomach. I made the mistake of trying to answer. "Well, yeah, but--"

That was as far as I got. Trent picked me up by my back collar and belt and threw me onto the table.

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The Positions of Love Book 6 by JM Snyder

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Book 6 of The Positions of Love series
Cowboy Position by J.M. Snyder

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BLURB:
Matt diLorenzo has a secret fetish ~ he loves to watch a man eat. Good thing his lover Vic Braunson has a voracious appetite.

When Vic finds out just how turned on Matt can get watching him eat, he suggests they share a quiet, indoor picnic. Something sinfully sexy, for just the two of them. On the menu? Whipped cream, fresh strawberries, and chocolate syrup drizzled over Matt's bare skin for Vic to lick off.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Matt met Vic at the door with a kiss. "Hey lover boy," he purred, unbuttoning Vic's work shirt. With a playful nip at Vic's trimmed goatee, he leaned into his lover as if they hadn't just seen each other earlier that morning. "How was work?"

"Work sucked," Vic admitted. He held onto Matt's waist with both hands to steady himself as he stepped out of his boots. "But my day just got a hundred percent better. Tell me you made chicken parmesan."

"With rice." Matt eased his hands into the open front of Vic's shirt and rubbed his lover's chest, his fingers rasping over the thin tank top he wore as an undershirt. "And green beans. I hope you're hungry."

Vic laughed. "I'm fucking famished."

Matt grinned. "Then come fucking eat."

Against Matt's neck, Vic murmured, "Now you're turning me on."

Matt ate one piece of chicken; Vic had two, and toyed with the idea of eating the last one until Matt pointed out he could have it for lunch the next day. So he settled for half of the last piece, and finished off the rice and beans, as well. Matt sat across the table from him and watched as Vic ate. The way the muscles worked in his jaw, the faint lines in his furrowed brow, the tongue that darted out to lick his red lips ... glancing up from his plate, Vic saw Matt staring at him and muttered, "What?"

"I love you," Matt said.

Such a simple phrase, it came unbidden and resonated throughout his entire being. It passed easily through the psychic connection Vic shared with him, ricocheted back, and enveloped the both of them in a warmth that surpassed the heat rising from their plates or streaming in through the glass doors on their balcony.

Vic's response came telepathically as he shoveled another forkful of rice into his mouth. ::Love you, too, Matty. God, you're too good for me.::

Matt laughed that away. "Oh, please." Beneath the table, his bare toes found Vic's socked foot and he rubbed along his lover's arch as he propped one elbow on the table to set his chin in his hand. Gazing across at Vic, he let a faint smile toy across his face. "Do you know your lips turn pink when you eat?"

Vic almost choked. "What?"

"They do," Matt assured him. "I read somewhere that people's lips turn a darker shade of red when they're aroused. Yours do it when you eat." At Vic's frown, he added, "I think it's sexy."

Vic's chewing slowed as he looked across the table at Matt. With a shrug, Matt asked, "What can I say? I like to see a man eat. You like my feet, don't you? Isn't that just as strange?"

"So like," Vic offered, thinking it through, "let's say we were both naked and eating?"

"God," Matt sighed. The image alone triggered a rush of blood to thicken his dick.

With a smile, Vic warmed to the idea. "Or maybe you could lie down and I'll cover you with ... oh, I don't know. Whipped cream, strawberries, maybe some chocolate syrup. And I'll lick it all off you ~"

"Jesus, Vic." Matt gripped the table as he swooned at the thought of his lover above him, that goatee of his white with cream, that tongue tickling over Matt's body as Vic ate his way down his chest, over his stomach, along the length of his dick ... suddenly his pants felt a size too small, and Matt had to resist the urge to strip off his clothes, climb onto the table, lay himself bare for Vic's consumption.

Vic grinned. "Would that turn you on?" he murmured. "Me eating you up?"

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Guest at Balticon This Weekend

Catch me Memorial Day Weekend at Balticon, a science fiction, fantasy and horror convention held at the Hunt Valley Marriott Inn in Hunt Valley, Maryland. I'll be doing several panels and a signing, including Ghostbusting 101 Friday night at midnight. For more information on the con and membership prices: http://www.balticon.org .

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Call for Submissions - Swing!

Swing!

Editor: Jolie du Pre

Publisher: Logical-Lust

Spring 2009

Deadline: September 1, 2008

Editor Jolie du Pre is seeking new and exciting stories that explore adventures in swinging. I am looking for original, unpublished erotica from 3,000 to 5,000 words.

This is a swinging anthology, so I want plenty of sex. However, I also want a strong story. In addition, unrealistic depictions of the “lifestyle” will be rejected.

Swing will be released in e-book format. Contributors will receive $25 and one e-book copy. If Swing is also released as a print book, contributors will receive one print copy as well. Jolie du Pre will distribute payment during the first week that the e-book is published.

Instructions: Send stories attached as Microsoft Word plain text or RTF format, 12 point, Times New Roman font, double spaced to swingantho@yahoo.com. Put SWING in the subject line. Failure to put SWING in the subject line may mean that your submission is mistaken for spam.

Include all of the following information with your submission:

1. Name
2. Pseudonym (if applicable)
3. Address
4. Phone Number
5. Email Address
6. Short Bio

Deadline: September 1, 2008. (This deadline is final. I will be moving forward with publication soon after the deadline.)

You will receive an email from me within two weeks after your submission to let you know that I received your submission. However, you will not receive a response as to whether or not your submission has been accepted until after September 1, 2008.

About the editor: Jolie du Pre is an author and editor of erotica and erotic romance. Her stories have appeared in numerous Web sites, e-books and print publications.

Now in Print! "Forever After" by JM Snyder

Visit two very different worlds where love conquers all. Forever After is for readers of speculative fiction who enjoy stories in which love prevails, whether in a dystopic future or a distant fantasy land!

Can love survive in a future where the government “culls” citizens at random and erases their memories to create perfect soldiers? And in a distant land besieged by war, will the regent choose to take his rightful place on the throne or forsake his kingdom for the love of one man?

The two novellas in this collection are available separately as e-books, but are only available in print in this single-author paperback collection. Contains the following stories:

• Persistence of Memory
• The Regent’s Knight

Publisher: Amber Quill Press
ISBN: 978-1-60272-935-3
Paperback Price: $15.00

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"Before the Show" by JM Snyder

Now Available

“Before the Show” by J.M. Snyder
Published by Torquere Press

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BLURB:
A college student by day, drag queen by night, Devin Elliot loves his job. He likes to watch himself get ready, primping in the mirror, his masculinity slowly peeled away and replaced with feminine silk and lace. But as he’s getting ready for his stage show, a knock on the door interrupts him. Chuck works as a bouncer at the club where Devin performs, and he has it bad for the hot drag queen. Nothing turns him on more than watching his boyfriend become Devine.

With the clock counting down to showtime, can Devin and Chuck manage to snag some time alone before the show?

EXCERPT:
The doorknob rattles, locked. “Just a minute.” Clicking off the curling rod as he stands, he strides to the door and flings it open, sure it’s one of the other girls looking to bum his hairspray or eyeshadow. Those bitches … “What is it now?”

Chuck stands in front of him, the bouncer’s bulk filling the doorway. “Am I bothering you?” he asks, his voice gravelly and deep.

Devin takes a step back. “No, I …” Reaching out, he taps his finger against Chuck’s belt buckle. “Didn’t realize it was you.”

With quick reflexes, Chuck grabs Devin’s wrist to keep him close. “Expecting someone else?” When Devin doesn’t answer, Chuck tells him, “Invite me in.”

“I’m getting ready,” Devin protests, but it’s half-hearted and he stands aside as Chuck shoulders into the room. With the door shut, the dressing room seems to shrink, contracting around them until the walls seem crowd around Chuck’s large girth. Devin touches the bouncer’s back, his hands flat against the warm leather vest Chuck wears, and he catches a glimpse of the both of them in the mirror ~ Chuck fills most of the reflecting glass but behind him, Devin’s skirt and a bit of leg flash out, his poufy hair, his bare arm. Pressing the padded bra against Chuck’s back, Devin lets his hands smooth over the bouncer’s shoulders, down arms whorled with tattoos and hair. “I thought I said after the show.”

Chuck turns and falls into the loveseat. The cushions exhale beneath his weight with an exasperated sigh. “You’ve got some time now,” he points out, catching Devin’s hands in his own.

“I’ve got thirty minutes,” Devin says, but he lets Chuck pull him closer. The bouncer’s feet are between his, and the next step forces Devin onto the loveseat, where he kneels with one leg on either side of Chuck’s denim-clad thighs. Making a show of looking at Chuck’s watch, Devin announces, “Twenty minutes, my bad. Do you know how hard it is to look perfect in twenty minutes?”

“You look perfect now, princess.”

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Thaneros Issue Eight

As of May 19, 2008 in Thaneros Online Magazine:

* The Coriolis Effect by Amanda Earl

Coming Next Week:

* Caveat Emptor by Angela Caperton

Coming Soon:

* The Woman on the L-Train by Spencer Wendleton
* Kindred Spirits by Hank Edwards

Despite this month's lack of reviews, Thaneros received its most hits ever this past week--1,812 unique reads in a seven day span. Go Van Michaels! Go us! It simply proves what I have always hoped to be true, that our fiction is our greatest strength.

Some Gave All anthology

Now Available!

Some Gave All

Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-104-1

E-Book Price: $4.99 • Buy your copy today!

Released just in time for Memorial Day, Some Gave All showcases stories by four very different authors in honor of those who made the ultimate sacrifice for God and country. My story is the only gay romance. Contains the following (in alphabetical order):

• "Flyover" by Jefferson Dane
• "Memorial Meeting" by Aline de Chevigny
• "Thanet Blake's Memorial Day" by Wayne Greenough
• "For the Boys" by J.M. Snyder

About "For the Boys" ... Falling in love was the last thing Army pilot Carl Prosser expected to do while stationed in Korea. But he meets a young man named Tommy who's touring with the USO and does just that. Their relationship deepens through an exchange of letters, and when the USO troupe returns to the front, Prosser devises an elaborate plan to see his lover one last time before the entertainers return to the states. At the last minute, though, there's a change of plans when the enemy hits the USO troupe and Prosser fears Tommy is gone forever.

EXCERPT:

He laughed and stepped into the shadows to stand beside me. I could feel the warmth of his body just inches away from mine and I had to fist my hands to keep from unfolding my arms and touching him. He still wore his stage outfit, long sequined pants in a gaudy camouflage pattern with a tight fitting vest to match. The pants hugged his hips and thighs, blooming out around his ankles, and in the faint light from the window of his friend's tent I could see the freckles on his bare shoulders, the thick muscles in his upper arms. He wore a small cross on a tiny gold chain around his neck and his hair was a mop of unruly brown curls the color of freshly turned earth that my fingers itched to roam through. When he smiled, I could see the sparkle of glittery makeup around dark eyes that twinkled like the stars above. "She is cute," he said. "Did you see our show?"

I nodded, awed, afraid that my voice would be gone if I tried to speak. No wonder the nurses were giggling over him earlier. This close he was breathtaking.

"The guys always fall for her," he continued. "I'm Tommy."

"Tommy?" I asked, confused by his sudden change of topic.

He grinned. "That's me," he said. "Don't you think she's cute?"

I shrugged. "She's okay, I guess. Not exactly ..."

I trailed off, unsure of how much I wanted to tell him. Everything, my mind whispered, but I didn't listen to it.

Tommy laughed. "Not exactly your type?" He took a step closer and the front of his vest brushed against my elbow, igniting my arm at the brief touch. "What is your type?"

I didn't answer, but my whole body cried out for him and when he touched the insignia on my shoulder, I almost jumped. "What's this stand for?"

"Warrant officer," I whispered, watching his finger trace the metal bar pinned to my jacket.

With a grin, Tommy lowered his voice and asked, "Does this warrant officer have a name?"

"Prosser," I told him. He looked up at me, eyes widening, and I remembered he was a civilian. "Carl," I corrected. I could feel a blush heat up my cheeks and I turned away from his intense gaze. "It's Carl."

"Carl." When he sighed my name, it sounded like a promise. Glancing at the door to his friend's tent, still closed, he asked, "So you're just waiting here?"

I stared at the skin along his neck, the shadows pooled in the hollow of his throat, and nodded because I didn't trust myself to speak.

He shivered in the night air and I wanted to wrap my arms around him, hold him close, cover those bare arms and warm him up again. "It's getting colder," he said with a slight laugh, but he didn't move away, didn't say he had to leave, didn't make up an excuse and hurry on his way. Instead he rubbed his hands together and asked, "Where are you from, Carl?"

I liked the way he said my name, the way it sounded in his voice. "Southwest Virginia."

He laughed again. "You're a far way from home, boy. I bet it gets pretty lonely out here."

"You have no idea." Lonely didn't begin to describe Korea. Some nights, when the wind whistled around the flaps of my tent, I would lay awake on my narrow cot and listen to Bert snore, and wonder if maybe I wasn't wasting my time out here, wasting my life for a war that the government refused to declare. Nights like that I wanted to be home, in the heat of the South, and I clutched the blankets tight around my body and ached for a lover's touch. Then there were days when I was trying to get the wounded off the battlefield and could hear the steady ping of enemy bullets off my chopper blades, and wondered if I would ever even make it home again.

Tommy watched me closely -- I could feel his gaze on my face, my neck, and I was all too aware of his naked arms and his thin clothing, sequins and silk, when I stood next to him in heavy fatigues and a thick field jacket. "I'm sure you have someone back home who misses you," he was saying, his breath warm against my cheek. When had he moved so close? "Someone who writes you long letters, cheers you up a bit. A girlfriend maybe? Someone like that?"

"No." I shook my head for emphasis. "No girlfriend." I didn't want to tell him that the only letters from home I got came from my mother or my sister. No lover, and definitely no girls.

"Not your type?" he breathed.

Staring into his deep eyes, I whispered, "You could say that."

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For a limited time, the Edge of Sanity chapter book series is on sale.

Buy all five of Edge of Sanity, insert the code "edge of sanity" in the coupon code box, and get $2.25 off of your purchase.

This is a limited time offer. The code is good until May 31, 2008. Be sure to get your copies today!

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A super wild weekend is planned...want to come?

Saturday and Sunday, May 17 and 18, from 11-5:00pm, there will be 11 authors shaking up reading choices for the Philadelphia residents.

That's right, the Philadelphia Book Festival is this weekend and we're there! Who is we? A fabulous group of authors who write everything from Young Adult to Erotica! They are: Christine Norris, Rayna Vause, Donna Michaels, Stella Price, Cat Johnson, Robin Slick, Philippa Grey-Gerou, Leigh Ellwood, Alessia Brio, Bridget Midway and Tilly Greene.

There's loads going on, so if you're in the area, come down and stop by our tent and say "Hiya". Oh, and this is a family event so bring the kids and ENJOY!

Tilly Greene
WARNING! Red hot romances ahead!
www.tillygreene.com

For the Cure ROCKS the Indie Book Awards!

'Nuff said.