Sunday, March 30, 2014

#SPeekSunday: Author Lia Michaels @House of Taboo Share A Snippet From Her Latest WIP #menage #EroticRomance

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Welcome to The House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, your host and owner of this adults only establishment. This week I've joined a group of fabulous authors sharing six paragraphs from a new release, current WIP, or any of our books from our back lists. I thought it would be fun to share the opening paragraphs from my current work in progress, "Sweet Surrender" which will be out this summer in Sassy Vixen Publishing's anthology Season of Sun and Sin. I'm one of five authors in that one and it showcases five tales of erotica and erotic romance that will blow your mind. 

This is actually the second installment in the story of the Candy Kisses Gang as I call them. The first part was told in "Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas" in 'Tis the Season for Seduction. Now we find the polyamorous foursome moving forward with the renovations of their restaurant and with their relationship together.

So until our release date on July 1st, here's the opening of "Sweet Surrender."

June 15th, Present Day Candy Kisses
Detroit, Michigan

Candice untied her apron and hung it up on the hook in the kitchen. The last of the wedding cakes had been decorated and transferred to the large walk in refrigeration units in her newly expanded kitchen of the bistro. Thank God, I listened to Darrin when he recommended we expand the kitchen here before tackling the space next door. With the added space in the bistro, business could continue nearly uninterrupted while the construction continued at night after hours.
At first she wasn’t thrilled about turning over the keys to a bunch of people she didn’t know, but Darrin had assured her they were a reputable bunch and would stick to the schedule they all agreed upon. With the crews working through the night, they cleaned up reasonably well so the bistro could still function during the day. Now they were just over two weeks away from the grand opening and she’d finally have a little less chaos swirling around her.
Not that she minded the chaos, but lately it was getting a bit more than she could handle. The excitement over the new restaurant and after hours pub had built up to near rock star levels since Darrin held the press conference after they returned from Maui in January. He’d wasted no time getting the word out that Candy Kisses and Kisses After Dark would be the place to be in Detroit during the Fourth of July weekend. Between the endless requests for interviews and the sudden increase in business from the crowds who wanted to watch the new place unfold before their eyes, Candi, Alexander, Gabriel, and Darrin had very little time to breathe let alone find time to spend with each other.
Tonight they were to have one more run through with the contractor to tighten up any loose ends and make any changes the foursome wanted before the opening. This was it. Her dreams for her little bistro were finally coming true and she owed it all to the three hunks in her life. Six months earlier the four of them set out on an adventure of pure lust and fantasy. Now they were partners in business as well as in private. Being part of a menage had always been a secret fantasy, but what she had with the guys was so much more.
She detested labels, but she knew if people found out about their private lives, one would be attached to it. Polyamory. It’s something she’d only read about and honestly, up until Maui she’d never understood it. Now it’s as much a part of her life as her relationship with her family and it’s just as important to her—if not more. She couldn’t see her life without any of them, especially Gabriel. She knew he felt the same about her. Alexander and Darrin also had a bond separate from the group, but no less important. For them, it worked but would it hold up under the stresses of the new business? What would they tell her parents when they came to town for the grand opening?
She wasn’t too worried about telling her father. He’d always been open minded and still believed in the old Native American traditions of revering Two Spirits. These special people were not considered male or female, but both. Candice felt the men in her life fit that bill—maybe not in the traditional sense, but in the spiritual one. The four of them loved each other and being male or female didn’t really matter. She hoped her father agreed. 

All Rights Reserved ©Lia Michaels 2014

There you have it! Make sure you stop in and visit the other fabulous authors participating this week. You can click on the banner above, or HERE to take you there.

Until next time,
~Lia






Friday, March 28, 2014

Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for Give Me Shelter by Alexis D. Craig @Dispatchvampire

Welcome to the House of Taboo. I'm "The Vixen" and your host for today. While Lia and Tony are getting ready to launch their new club, Taboo II, they've asked me to introduce the following feature. Lia signed up to be part of another book tour hosted by Sensuous Promos, and her blog is one of the last stops for for author Alexis D. Craig. All this month, you've been able to read one of four different excerpts, each tailored for the heat levels of the blog stops. How cool is that?

So sit back, relax and enjoy today's smokin' HAWT sneak peek at Give Me Shelter.





Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.

* WATCH FOR CONTEST BELOW *


Give Me Shelter By Alexis D. Craig  

Inspector Eli Miller's unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?

Inspector Rebecca 'Bex' Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.

But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.



Life in the Las Vegas branch of Witness Protection has never been more tangled. When the emotional landmines start a chain reaction, everyone in the blast radius is going to need a little shelter.

 Excerpt
She was close to the edge and he knew it, wanting to take his time before he brought her all theway off. Her taste was intoxicating and the way she moved, he was almost as close as she was. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she undulated beneath him. “Your tongue . . . God, Eli, don’t stop! Right there . . . I’m almost . . .”
He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch the release wash over her, and saw not Zoe, but red hair and bright green eyes full of fire. Bex’s mouth detailing how good it was, moaning and crying out his name. She reached for him, pulling him up to stretch out over her while she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
He pulled back to brush her bangs out of her face, with a gentle smile. “I’ve wanted this for so long . . .” He leaned in to kiss her again, only to hear a banging on the door.
Eli awoke to the sound of someone trying to beat his door down like he was a fugitive axe murderer.
At the moment, the axe-murder thing was an entirely plausible scenario, given his highly stimulated state. “Jesus, I’m coming.” He allowed himself a little chuckle at his own double entendre.
“Keep your pants on.”
He opened the door to Bex, looking wild-eyed and distinctly vexed, and suddenly wanted to amend his last statement. “Is the house on fire?”
She stormed past him into the house in a tight gray t-shirt and an ancient pair of jeans, smelling of oranges and something darker, something that made his already hyper libido perk up. “You didn’t tell me! You knew she was reading this,” she held the book aloft, “and you didn’t say anything!”
Eli closed the door, pausing to rest his head against the cool wood, trying to think of some way to distract her, so that she wouldn’t notice the tent in the front of his jeans. “I saw it the first day she came into the office.” He walked over to the fridge, wondering if it would be rude to dump a tray of ice cubes down his pants in front of a guest. “Can I get you a beer?”
Bex nodded as she paced from the living room to the couch and back again. “I mean, Jesus Christ on a cracker, Eli.” She took the beer he offered her and downed half of it, then tossed the book onto the sofa. “‘he broke the band of her underclothes”? Really?”
He froze at the words of his dream coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, a single ice cube tray seemed wholly insufficient. “Um, yes, there is that.” The lack of blood to his brain had rendered his more complicated conversational skills damn near impotent, a condition not suffered by the rest of him. “Did you read the rest of it?” He leaned back against the back of his couch, sipping his own beer and watching her sinewy movements. The jeans were an intense distraction, low on her hips and showing a tempting strip of belly when she walked.
“No! I got some take out on the way home from the range, opened a bottle of wine, kicked back on the couch. You’d have been proud of me. I was trying to relax until I opened up the book and read the porn you gave me masquerading as literature.”
“It’s not porn,” he responded automatically. Eli was paying less attention to her rant and more attention to her scent as she stalked past him on her pacing route. Oranges and sex filled his mind.
“It’s an amazing book full of gorgeous imagery, but the subject matter—”
She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting like emeralds. “The subject matter is sold on newsstands under brown paper wrappers.”
“Technically, the brown wrappers were used for the subscriptions through the mail in accordance with federal postal law. It’s done with opaque plastic now, and sold on the stands the same way. But this book,” Eli straightened slowly away from the couch, bringing him close enough that her scent made his nostrils flare as he mentally held himself in check. “This book is beautiful, one of the finest the language has to offer. I wouldn’t have thought you to be a prude.”
* * * *
It was the voice of the phone call this afternoon, playful and sensual. Eli was close, damn close to her, looking down with eyes that were uncharacteristically dark. He looked... feral, on edge. His eyes dropped to her lips and she found herself holding her breath. “I’m not a prude,” she said finally, looking away and taking a step back to give herself some space to think, to breathe a scent that wasn’t him.
Surprisingly, he followed her movement, keeping close to her. “It’s a magnificent piece of literature, and yeah, it’s arousing . . .” his lips curled into a slow smile that made her stomach flip flop.
“It’s porn! I mean, you can dress it up with all the awards and pretty words, but it’s porn, and Violet gave it to AR to read.” She really wanted to stop having this argument, this conversation, because all she could think of was reenacting the scene she’d read with him instead of her imagination’s rendition of him.
He chuckled quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Vi’s seventeen, she’s pushing the envelope, experimenting. AR was, too. A little later than most, but still, he was definitely testing the limits.”
Eli’s eyes got a faraway look to them that she was coming to know very well. “Hell, by the time I was his age, I’d read it at least three times and owned my own copy.”
Bex crossed her arms over her chest, needing some distance between her and the crazy feelings roiling through her. “And when was the last time your arousal led you to fuck a schoolgirl?”
“When it was age appropriate,” he answered immediately. His gaze fell to her lips again, and she had the craziest urge to lick them, just to see what he’d do.
Everything about him tonight was intense, like he was charged with static electricity and looking for a place to go to ground. His flippant answer bugged her, because he was only flip when he was trying to deflect attention. Only one topic of late fit all those  criteria. “What was it like?”
“What?” His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, stopping at her lips again.
This time she did lick them, enjoying the way his eyes widened and he responded in kind. “What was it like? To just get lost in the moment like that?” The idea of first love was actually pretty foreign to her. A pretty fiction of storybooks and her mother’s romance novels, not something that happened to real people.
Her partner, she was noticing with increasing frequency, was as real as they came. From his vintage Animal t-shirt, to his well-worn jeans, and down to his surprisingly endearing bare feet. He had nice feet. She’d never seen them before. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, seemingly having a staring contest with the floor just in front of his toes. Finally, he looked back at her and she could see something was different. “You really wanna know?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.
She nodded, knowing her own voice would betray her immediately.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile all the way to the dimple in his cheek. “It was amazing. Here was this girl who I had no business looking at, much less wanting, and yet, there we were.” He began to pace, the fitful energy radiating off him again. “She was gorgeous, different than anything I’d ever known, ever thought of . . . and she was mine. The taste of her lips kept me up at night after the first kiss. Wondering if she meant to do that, if she’d let me do it again. Was it as world altering for her?”
He was close enough to touch now, and she found herself fighting the urge to do so. Run her hand down his arm, touch his shoulder, something, she just craved the tactile contact. “Obviously it was. I mean, she let you do it again . . .” She licked her lips again, suddenly pissed that they were talking about another woman again. Kissing him, touching him, it pushed a whole panel of buttons in her, the ones she kept behind the bulletproof glass.
Eli reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear, his long fingers stealing a sigh from her as they traced a lingering path down her neck. “Maybe,” he whispered, stepping close enough for her to see that his eyes were almost black and full of intent.
He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. She tilted her chin up, bringing her lips close to his, thinking that just maybe there might be some truth in that whole ‘living forward’ thing Vi spoke of. He, in turn, wound his fingers in her hair and settled his mouth over hers. 

Bex couldn’t tell who moaned first, but it was immaterial, since they both jumped apart at the police siren that kicked up outside. She was unnerved by what they had done, were about to do, would have gotten to sooner rather than later, and wow, he was a good kisser, for as brief as she’d had it. It’d been long enough that her mind had apparently misplaced that important tidbit of info. “I . . . I gotta go.”

Buy Links
·         Lachesis Publishing: http://lachesispublishing.com/?product=give-me-shelter
·         Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/give-me-shelter
·         Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405307


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* CONTEST *

Leave a comment below (with email address) and your name will be thrown into the hat to win:
1st Prize - $15 gift card to Bookstrand (where you can buy Alexis' book!)
2nd Prize - eBook copy of Give Me Shelter


Every stop on this tour is eligible for the same contest.
You may enter by leaving a comment and email address on every stop.
That's up to 12 entries!!!

Winner to be drawn on April 2nd

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

#WildAndWicked Wednesday Presents Debut Author @DakotaSkye69 and BLURRED LINES #lovetriangle #eroticromance



Come on in folks! Grab your seats and put your orders in for your favorite margaritas. My partner and love Tony will be sure to hook you up right with a pitcher of them for your tables. 

Welcome to Wild and Wicked Wednesday here at the House of Taboo. I'm Lia Michaels, your host and co-owner of this place. Taboo is the spot where you can leave your inhibitions at the door and just immerse yourself into your fantasies. Today we have a very special guest. Our friend and fellow author Dakota Skye just released her debut paranormal erotic romance. I'm thrilled to no end she's jumped right into the erotic world!


Blurred Lines is the first of what I hope are many more books from Dakota that deal with ghosts. The otherworldly beings are a fascination of mine and I think that's why I'm drawn to this story. After reading the blurb and the following excerpt, I'm sure you will be too! And just look at the purple in that cover! Could it match the decor around here any more perfectly? ;)



BLURB

Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancĂ© is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's pulled between both men. Shane struggles with accepting his death and seeing the woman he loves with someone else. Alex is determined to free Sierra from limbo and change their relationship from casual to serious, but the bond she has with Shane transcends death. One of the three needs to let go.

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.


The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living. 




EXCERPT

He pulled her across his lap and kissed her. "You have no idea how many times I've thought you needed some restraints...and maybe a spanking."
"Hmm...," she teased his lower lip with her teeth, "I think you like that I'm a little bit bad."
"I think you're right." Amusement flashed in his eyes as he lazily brushed his lips against hers. "I'm also liking the idea of tying you up and having my way with you."
"You had your way with me." She sucked on his lower lip, feeling the twinge of desire stir deep in her core. With a sigh, she smoothed her hand through his hair and pressed her forehead against his. Heart hammering in her chest, she needed to do the one thing she didn't want to do.  "Listen, Alex, you trust me and it's about time I came clean with everything before you follow me into this new venture."
He shook his head 'no', a teasing light in his eyes. "You talk too much. Do you ever stop thinking?"
Abruptly, he stood, hands on her ass to carry her with him toward the bedroom.
"Alex...I need to tell you something," she said even though her body had already begun quivering with anticipation.
"You can tell me afterward." He tossed her onto the bed. "Take off your clothes."
"Oh, you're going to boss me now, is that it?" Damn, she liked this idea.
"Sweater first. I like seeing your tits." He stood over her, waiting. He bit his lower lip, his gaze already fixated on her chest.
She shifted to her knees in the middle of the bed, heart quickening at the idea that Shane may be watching, but desire at Alex's commanding presence in front of her. With a yank, she pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it aside.
"Touch yourself like you did this morning," he said, gaze feasting on her breasts.
She grabbed each breast in the palm of her hand and lifted them up, squeezed them together, her thumbs flicking over the nipples. She never looked away from his face.
"Now strip all the way. I want you naked."
She stood on the bed, feeling more daring than she'd ever felt with his eyes devouring her every move. She shimmied free of first her pants before slowly guiding the panties over her hips.
He knelt on the side of the bed and ran his hands up the sides of her legs. "You are magnificent, Sierra."
He slid a hand between her thighs and moved his thumb in a circular motion around her clit, teasing but not touching the sensitive spot that ached for his full attention. He licked the inside of her knee.
Standing above him like this, fully exposed in the light, had all of her nerve endings snapping with both uncertainty and desire.
"Lay face down on the bed," he ordered before stepping away from the mattress.
Alex walked to his bag and pulled out a belt. Without saying a word, he moved behind her, slid the belt down first one shoulder and then the other before leaning against her and whispering, "Do you trust me, Sierra?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Put your hands behind your back."
She complied, wincing when he cinched the belt around her wrists so tightly she couldn't break free. A tingle of fear rippled down her spine. She'd been partially joking about being restrained, hadn't thought he'd go through with it.
His hands moved around her torso, firmly grasping her tits in his hands before licking the side of her neck. "I'm going to have my way with you again. Don't speak." He sucked on her earlobe. "Don't think. Let me have complete control for once. Just feel."
She nodded, heartbeat lodged in her throat.
He squeezed her ass before biting each cheek, his thumbs sliding into the crack and spreading her open.
Face against the mattress, she had never felt so vulnerable. His hands slid down the back of her thighs before returning to her ass and spanking her. Once. Twice. Soft at first. Then harder. Squeezing. Biting.
"Maybe I should have used the belt for this," he muttered against her hip before slapping her ass again. Harder. "That's for all the hell you've given me this past year."
He spread her legs wide, his fingers sliding into her pussy while he continued slapping and biting her ass.
She bit her lip to keep from speaking, enjoying this role of submissive, but she wanted his cock. His teasing torment was too much to bear.
Alex flipped her onto his back, keeping her legs spread wide, knees hanging over the edge of the bed, while he undressed between her thighs. Gaze on hers, he peeled off his sweater. Scars and cigarette burns marred his flesh, but she didn't care. To her they only magnified his sexiness. Jeans off, he stood with his massive cock erect and twitching.
Once again she thought he looked dangerous and as far from legal as anyone she'd ever met. Arms bound behind her back, she lay naked in front of him.
He ran his hands over her thighs before shoving three fingers inside of her. Hard.
He knelt over her, licked her clit. Sucked. Bit her hip. Lightly, but hard enough to cause enough pain to deliciously torture her.
His mouth covered one breast, while his fingers increased their torment on her cunt. His tongue teased her nipple to arousal.
Saliva flooded her mouth. She wanted his cock in every hole she had. She craved his cum in her mouth. She wanted to be thoroughly fucked until all troubling thoughts disappeared from her mind. Whimpers of need escaped her throat. She bit her lip, remembering his command not to speak.
He moved to her other breast, teeth grazing he nipple. His fingers fucked her, faster and harder.
She wiggled her hips to meet his pace. Pleasure stirred low in her gut and rippled through her body like waves on the ocean.
"Don't come until I give you permission. Stop yourself."
She shook her head 'no' against the mattress. Was he insane? She couldn't stop.
He rose above her. "I said no, Sierra. You don't get to orgasm until I say so."
His fingers left her just before she could find release. Looking satisfied with himself, he used both hands to cup her breasts and push them together.
"God, I love your tits. They're perfect. I could suck on them all day and never get enough." His gaze met hers. "I liked fucking them this morning." He dropped them and straddled her chest until his cock bobbed in front of her face. "Do you want to suck my dick, Sierra? Or how about my balls? Do you want them in your mouth?"
She nodded and licked her lips.
He slid his penis into her mouth until she thought she'd suffocate. Then he slipped it out until the tip touched her lips. She licked the head, sucked it, wished she could touch him. Then he shoved it back into her mouth until she gagged from him hitting the back of her throat.
In a sudden move, he pulled himself free of her and replaced his cock with his tongue, ravaging her mouth until they were both moaning with need.
One hand on her breast and another fisting in her hair, he thrust himself deep into her cunt while his mouth clung to hers. He fucked her, deeply and slowly.
Denying her body release became painful as she squeezed the muscles of her pussy trying to keep herself from orgasm.
"Do you want to come?" He muttered against her lips as her body twisted and bucked against his.
"Yes."
"Say please."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please let me come, Alex. Please."
"I like the way you beg."
He lifted from her and rammed his cock faster into her. "Come with me, Sierra. Come with me."
Ecstasy arched her back. She screamed with it. Waves of pleasure rocked her into oblivion.
He fell on top of her, equally out of breath and sweaty.
It felt like minutes before either of them moved. He untangled himself from her legs, turned her onto her side, and released her wrists from their bondage.

He bit her shoulder, his arm sliding around her waist from behind. "This is the best damn getaway of my life." 





About the Author


Dakota Skye is an author fascinated by the paranormal. After having several personal "unexplained experiences" in her life, she started exploring the idea of the "other side." Ghosts, angels, Spirit Guides…what are they and do we interact with them more than we know? In her stories, she incorporates that fascination with fantasy while always focusing on the love.


Author Contact information:

Buy Links: (Paperback is delayed, currently eBook only)
All Romance Ebooks: goo.gl/M9PLhF
Amazon (all countries): myBook.to/BlurredLines 
Barnes and Noble: http://goo.gl/XHzZME





Sunday, March 9, 2014

@HouseofTaboo Joins #SPeekSunday and Shares a Bit from FORBIDDEN DESTINY #gayromance #erotic #shifter

CLICK HERE to fine the list of participating authors


Welcome back to Taboo's Center Stage. Yesterday I let you know we've revamped my first gay erotic short story and the second edition is up and available for your reading pleasure. Today, I'm excited to be a part of a special blog hop. Each week, several authors post six paragraphs from one of their current WIPs or something they've already published. This week, I decided to share something from Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love). Here's a short blurb...

The Great Thunderbird Ethan has one mission— to save the Native American people. But first, he must find his Chosen Abraham, his promised soul mate. Separated for centuries, both men dream of being together again in their human and eagle forms. An unexpected twist of Fate brings them both to Army Ranger school at the same time. Will they finally have their happily ever or be torn apart once again

The following is from the beginning of the short story where I first introduced the present day Ethan to everyone by having him awaken abruptly from a dream that turned into a nightmare.

“No!” Ethan Quaderer’s eyes snapped open. Momentarily confused, his eyes darted around the dimly lit room. His own voice still rang in his ears. It took a moment for him to remember where he was—in the cabin he once shared with Abraham. 

It’d been fifteen years since he’d allowed himself to set foot in it again. Even now, a small piece of him regretted coming back. Too many memories crashed back to him the moment he drove up the private road toward the lake and the bald eagle nesting area. He had struggled to keep the tears at bay, but to no avail. He’d finally returned to the one place where he could let all the emotions come back to the surface, including how broken he’d been the day Abraham walked out of his life. Those memories frightened him just as much as the dreams. Each time he and Abraham approached the moment where they were to join their souls, he and his eagle spirit vanished. 

The suddenness of Abraham’s disappearance in his dream world had opened up the old wounds in his heart. No amount of distraction had kept the pain from returning to him night after night. God knew he had tried hard to forget. Each and every mission he’d gone out on with his team provided temporary relief at best. His mind had never let him forget for very long. The instant he fell asleep, every single moment came back to him live and in living color.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay in the cabin. I could’ve stayed on base or even rented something closer but something keeps calling me back here. I’ve got to face it once and for all. No more running.

Ethan slipped on his boxers and made his way to the kitchen. Halfway down the hallway, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee reached his nose and brought a smile to his face. The woman he’d hired to manage the property thought of everything—including setting the timer on the coffeemaker. The fully stocked refrigerator and pantry had also been her handy work. Ethan didn’t have much time to shop for supplies and had requested a few basics in his email that had requested the cabin be free for his arrival. Since he’d been deployed, he’d allowed the property to be rented out to others but had never considered selling it. 


It was the place he’d bared his soul to the man he loved. He’d never believed for one moment the feelings weren’t reciprocated. In fact, he knew without a doubt Abraham had loved him just as deeply. Unfortunately, Abraham’s old demons had interfered in the end and caused him to doubt who and what he was—who both of them were to their tribes and to each other. 


Well, there you have it. My Sneak Peek Sunday submission. Make sure you check out the other fabulous authors participating this week. Just click HERE.

Until next time, 
~Lia

Saturday, March 8, 2014

#SaturdaySpotlight @HouseofTaboo author Lia Michaels Revises Her #Erotic #LGBT Short Story FORBIDDEN DESTINY


Welcome to the Center Stage at the House of Taboo! I'm "Luscious Lia" Michaels, your host and co-owner of this naughty establishment. My partner Tony and I are thrilled to have you here today for the relaunch of my first gay erotic romance Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love 1). I've taken the critiques to heart and tweaked the tale a bit to tighten it up. Sassy Vixen Publishing has now added their new logo to the cover to help bring the series into the fold s one of their exclusive authors.





The story ended up a little longer and we've redistributed through Draft 2 Digital now to get to Barnes and Noble, iTunes and soon to Kobo. Currently there is a delay with Kobo for all books, but it should be worked out soon.

It's still on Amazon, Smashwords and All Romance eBooks




Blurb:



Ethan Quaderer is the Great Thunderbird, the creature of Native American legend. From childhood, Ethan soared high across the land, as one with the majestic bald eagles—only larger and more powerful. Great Thunderbird has one mission, to save the Native American people. But first, he must find his Chosen, his soul mate.





Abraham Tuttle grew up in a household where being different was unacceptable. Forbidden. He hid his true nature, a Two Spirit—not male or female, but both. For many Native American tribes, being Two Spirit is a blessing, one to be honored and revered. Not so for Abraham.




Through the Thunderbird dreams each finds the happiness they long for. One dreams of the Great Warrior who’d someday rescue him. The other dreams of the one he’s searched for through many lifetimes.


Dreams turn into reality when both men come face to face in the real world. Can Abraham find it within himself to let go of his past and embrace his future with Ethan, or will his doubts and fears of who and what he really is cause him to lose the only one who could ever complete him heart and soul?



Until next time my lovelies!
~Lia