Sunday, September 28, 2014

Today's Pretty Pic

He is my prisoner, my possession. He, in all of his beauty, resting on my circle, subject to my deepest dreams and darkest fantasies. I've only to ask, to request, and he will relax his body, sacrifice his everything for me. He is my dancer as his glorious arms and feet pound out the rhythm of my heart, my passion as he cries out his ecstasy when I fill him, any air he breathes taken only with my blessing.

Think me beautiful. Think me gentle. Think me an angel. Think me a demon. You may not see my horns or behold my cloven hoofs, but know that his soul burns for me. 

And I?

I quench his thirst. 

-Deja Black

Stephane Haffner & Kyle Kier: Aerialist Love. David Vance Photos - Burbujas De Deseo
Intro for the next book in the Broken Bones series:

"Well, would you look at that?" Complete tunnel vision for the ass in front of him. Forgive him, but it was all he could see. "Lawd, that's a pretty sight, yes sir.”

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Nah, the way to this man's heart was ass, beautiful, ripe for the picking ass. Drop a quarter on it, park a classic glass Coke bottle, a bead of wet condensation pearling down the side on it ass. That was the ass he was seeing right then, ass worthy of wrapping with a bright as hell crimson red bow hot enough to singe your fingers on ass, and thanking God for it each and every day after Christmas morning ass. That was this ass, and it was there in front of him, half way down the aisle, winking at him as muscular flanks stretched and dimpled flirting with him. Okay, maybe it wasn't flirting, but it was damned pretty as the supple body it was attached to reached for a bottle sauce. Reds Hot Sauce? Oh, that ass needed him. That beautiful body couldn't reach it without him. He wouldn't give it the chance.

Remi made his way, stalking his prey. Reach, reach. Oh, sweet Jesus. He had to have it, could almost feel his fingers squeezing the Charmin.

"Remi!" a voice that was less than welcome hollered at him. Fuck. What was with Kaden? Couldn't he see that he was almost on his tasty suspect. The sweet ass in front of him vibrated with frustration begging him to hurry up and save it, take it home, own it, and marry it. "Remi Devereux, do you take this bodacious gift of round Nirvana created just for your hands to mold and shape for your lawfully wedded.."

He was rudely snatched away from his dream by an iron grip that tried to drag him away from his destiny. Kaden couldn't, though. Remi hadn't met the man strong enough to stop him from getting anywhere he wanted to go and right now, it was right there between those dimpled cheeks. Still, it was enough to at least pause his forward motion.

Irked, he turned to face his partner of the last seven or eight years.

"Slow your roll, man. I don't know what it is with you and your tunnel vision sometimes, dude, but that right there? That ain't no girl, man. That's a man."

Remi stopped. So, yeah, maybe Kaden wasn't strong enough to physically halt his progression, but the words "a man" certainly made him think, for oh about ten minutes until that bubble butt popped into his viewfinder all over again, and then he was like, "Fuck it." Looks like his dream ass had obtained its goal and was leaving without him. That was so not going to happen. A man. Yeah. Okay, but the man had his ass, an ass that he swore he had seen visions about, very happy ones, and he needed to get that.                    

"No, Remi. Wait. Wait, man." Shit. Growling, he turned back to Kaden.


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Broken Bones will be published! I am so excited. Don't believe I will be able to sleep tonight. As I plug away at the next book in the series, my heart is pumping erratically with joy, my hopes and dreams are fulfilled and the only way this could be any better is to see what cover will be made for it. Dreamy.

Have you seen the covers on Dreamspinner Books?


Friday, September 12, 2014

Today's Pretty Pic

Today's pretty pic

I never knew that love could feel like this, that it would be me in the middle of them. Used to watch them look at me from a distance, eyes dark and hungry, watch me work on their house repairing odds and ends. Used to wonder why they called me when it really looked like they could handle the jobs themselves. Not that I was ever sorry to go, but these two guys didn't need someone to fix what looked like a brand new faucet. Only had to tighten it with a twist of the wrench, and the leak was gone. I really should have figured it out when the cabinet door was absent a few nails when only days before, it was just fine. 

But, it wasn't until they both walked out of a hot shower, water sliding over their flesh, heat rising from their bodies that I knew what was up. My cock sure did. It had it all figured out a long time ago. 

And now?

Now, look at me. His lips grace my neck, his kisses wet and tender. His body melts beneath me, his mouth swallowing me whole. While I feel him deep within, pulsing, bringing me pleasure I had never envisioned, a hand wraps around my hardness, stopping me from spilling my essence, keeping me teetering on a tightrope of both pleasure and pain. We move together, our bodies as one, loving each other. Hot, hard, rough, deep. We dance together, tender, passionate, graceful.

I never knew that love could feel like this, that it would be me in the middle of them. Like a puzzle, we fit and it's good. So damn good. There's no place I'd rather be. 

Mary Calmes has a book coming soon. 

It will be out November 2014.
My mission is to be the first one to read it.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Still Waiting

There are 90 days left until I know if Dreamspinner has accepted my book. Who's nervous? Not me. No, I'm okay. No, really. I'm not. Nervous. Freaky nervous.

In the meantime, I'm writing the second book. Main characters are Marty and Peter. Still looking for Peter.

I have Marty
Now, we just need the story.
Tidbits coming soon.