Here is a little snippet from Hers. Please remember it is a WIP .
Sammy sat out the front of her friend’s house, debating if she loved her enough to endure the next couple of hours. Glancing at her dashboard clock as it hit the seven, telling her she was already half an hour late. She gave a long drawn out sigh, when a voice that unfortunately had become very familiar to her talked through her Car window.
“You can’t hide out here all night. “
Mumbling to herself about overbearing, annoying men, she turned to see one of the hottest men in the world, Slater. Sammy knew that was a big statement, but one she knew was one hundred percent true. Susie’s, and Sandy’s men, were hot, but nothing like the two irresistible men who wouldn’t leave her alone. She burned with a need for them, so much so that every time she saw them, it got harder and harder to fight.
She eyed Slater, he had curly dirty blond hair, deep sea green eyes, a strong square jaw line, and a dark olive tan. The thing that made her shrink back in her seat though, was his six, feet, something height, and his massive bear like bulk.
Sammy giggled at comparing him to a bear, because he was a bear. There was supposed to be a decent amount of shifters, Sammy had been told, wolves, tigers, lions and so on. All the predators.
The predator part was one of the reasons she was hesitant to be with them, or close to them. She was slowly accepting that shifters where real. She was even becoming friends with Brocks sister Gwen. But, thanks to Greg, she still couldn’t be close to any man. And with both Brock and slater towering over her, and built like a bricks, it made it even harder for her to be around all the new men in her friends life, and hers.
Sammy moaned, closing her eyes as one of the men in her life knocked on her car window. She opened her eyes and honed in on his perfect solid chest, which, at the moment was straining to stay in his black t-shirt. “Go away Slater. I will get out when I’m ready.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Shit, fine. I am, was, getting out.” She grabbed her gift bag, gripping it tight in one of her hands and opened her door trying not to cringe when he moved to the side and not away from her.
Taking a deep breath, she stood, and focused on the front door of her friend’s Susie’s house trying to forget about the large gorgeous male next to her, because Sammy was done with tall big muscled men, or men in general. Well, at least she hoped she was.
Looking up at the star lit night, Sammy prayed that she would stop being attracted to the man casually strolling beside her. She even wished she could find woman attractive, but it didn’t work, and before she reached the door, her other problem, and the only other guy that could hold a candle to the Slater that was now behind her, stood in front of her, Brock.
“Are you trying to avoid us beautiful?”
Snorting, she glared at Brock. “Really what would give you that idea? Oh I know. How about never calling you back. Telling you to go away, or maybe how about the fact if I know you two are going to be somewhere I avoid the place like it’s the plague.”
Brock shrugged his massive shoulders and ran his finger through his jet black locks. His full lips lifted at the side and his sky blue eyes flashed over her, she felt the heat of his stare all the way to her core. Crap! She hated what these men did to her and that she had to hold herself back from jumping up and ravishing them
“Why, we just thought you were playing hard to get.” Slater said from behind her.
Groaning she straighten her shoulders, and stood to her full height of five- four and turned so she faced both men. “I will not be dating either of you.” Slater opened his mouth to comment and she raised her hand in a stop sign. “I’m not dating any men period, every again. I ‘m going to be that lady, who owns all the cats because she lives alone. I want to be that woman, so leave me alone.” Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the door, opened it, and walked through.
On the other side was a massive open plan dinning, kitchen, lounge and hang out area, that was at the moment covered in pink and blue balloons and baby decorative stuff. People she didn’t know where everywhere, male and female. Spotting the woman of the night Susie, Surround by the only people she did know, her two other best friends. Sammy hurried over to the group almost shoving the gift in Susie’s face only to have it snatched by masculine hands behind her.
Slater whispered. “We will add this to our present. Just so you know we also bought her two baby swings.”
She bit her check to keep the groan in, as she knew they hadn’t taken any notice to what she had just said to them. It’d been like this the last couple of months.
To everyone who's wondering, I am working on Sammy's, Slater and Brock's book, just slowly. Later next week I'll post a little piece of it.
A friend of mine has a new release out. Here she is to tell you all ab
Hi, my name is Tamsin Baker. I'm an Aussie girl with an obsession with erotic romance. I love m/m, and also mmm, and mmf- but they are other stories in the pipeline. My love affair with m/m first began with Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor(if you don't know who i'm talking about you NEED to look them up), so when it came to writing erotic romance, it made sense to write something, i myself, enjoy. I am honoured to be able to share Liam and Patrick with you. I hope you love it.
Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the 'good bits'.
When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she wanted in a story. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.
Blurb:Patrick is gorgeous, gay and a corporate lawyer. He also wants to stay firmly in the closet. When he goes to a new club in search of a one night stand, he is picked up by Liam.
Liam is bigger, beautiful and also a top.
A hot and heavy night ensues and a lovely follow up brunch that has them both thinking there could be more to their relationship than just sex.
But Liam is out and proud gay, he finds an insult to one’s pride and integrity not to accept who you are. Patrick disagrees and major problems occur.
Excerpt: “How was the wedding last night?” Liam began spooning noodles onto Patrick’s plate and then put some on his own. “This smells awesome.”
Patrick sat and began dividing the satays between them.
“Yeah, lucky they make it so hot or it wouldn’t have made the trip still warm. The wedding was good. My first cousin, Amelia, was the bride. My mum spent the whole night pushing me towards her friends.”
A burning jealousy gripped Liam’s insides but he forced himself to smile. “So, you picked up then?”
Patrick paused, chicken satay halfway to his mouth, then burst out laughing. “You think I … Are you kidding?” He continued to laugh.
Liam threw a butterfly into his mouth, the fried batter causing him to almost choke. He wasn’t used to such rich foods.
Patrick stood up and moved towards him around the table. Liam tilted up his face and was rewarded with a quick kiss before Patrick sat back down, still chortling.
“Liam, I may not be out of the closet, but I haven’t been able to get it up for a woman in almost ten years.”
Liam relaxed. He’d worried for a moment that he was dealing with more than he could handle. He could compete well with other men, but if Patrick was truly bi- he didn’t really stand a chance. “Good, then you won’t be tired for me.”
“Tired?” Patrick groaned and took a long swig of his soft drink. “The only reason I’m tired is because I couldn’t sleep without you.”
Liam watched in fascination as his lover shut his mouth with an audible snap and blushed brightly. It looked like he hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.
Maybe Patrick would feel less embarrassed if he shared something too? “I pulled myself off thinking about you last night. How your mouth felt around me, how hot your cock was, everything.” He felt his cock thicken in his jeans whilst he said the words, he wanted Patrick now.
Patrick set his fork down and opened his lips to draw a bigger breath, his pupils even dilated.
Liam stood up first and walked around the small table. He reached down and pulled Patrick up to him. Once level, face to face, he thrust his pelvis into Patrick’s and felt the hard ridge along his fly. Thank God he wasn’t the only one affected.
“I have missed you. How crazy is that?”
Liam couldn’t stop the honest words. He had never wanted anyone with this much intensity before.
In answer, Patrick’s hands slid up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he ducked his head and sucked on one of Liam’s nipples. Liam moaned as sharp teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. Patrick straightened again and Liam pulled at the boring white t-shirt which he hated.
Liam looked his lover straight in the eye, “You better not want to top tonight, because I need your arse.”
Patrick kicked his feet out of his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Patrick looked him up and down, “We could take turns again.”
Liam laughed and dropped his own jeans. They pooled around his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. “If you’re still hard after I fuck you, then be my guest.”
He arched an eyebrow at his lover. Challenge set.
They both moved at the same time. Arms went around each other, lips fusing together. Their tongues thrust, dueling for supremacy as they showed their passion for one another with actions rather than words.
Liam pulled back, panting and held out his hand. He really needed to keep lube and condoms in every room of his house.
Patrick took it without question and followed him into the bedroom.
He went to get a condom but Patrick stopped him. “Allow me.”
His lover ripped open the foil and pulled out the rubber, then carefully rolled it onto him. Liam sighed in bliss.
Patrick poured the lube into his hand and rubbed his cock well. “How do you want me lover? Top gets to choose.”
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***** Army men came out of the gate in full uniform and she slowly walked forward. “Oh my, they do look so good.”
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Caleb stalked his prey. For the last six years he’d received letters every week from Bianca. He knew it was his sisters doing. Greta sent over a picture of Bianca on the car her parents had bought her, telling him about all the antics they were getting up to now they had wheels and she didn’t have to beg their parents for the car.
He’d needed something back then, and he let slip in his previous letter to Greta he wished he got more mail. She’d sent that picture of Bianca and something just clicked inside, he wrote back asking about Bianca and how she was doing. Next thing he knew he got a letter from Bianca. He wrote one to her sugarcoating everything and then it started, he got a letter from her almost every week.
His mates were jealous. She would send him things like care packages with men shower items, candy, and chocolates. But the best things she sent were her biscuits. They never lasted long and he became the most popular man when they came in.
Bianca sat watching him in her car. He opened her door, leaned over her and undid her seatbelt, pulled her out of the car and threw her over his shoulder. She let out a squeal and gripped his bare waist.
“Hey, put me down. You’ll hurt yourself. I weigh too much.”
He walked through the door kicking it shut with his foot, strolled straight up the stairs to the main room and laid her on the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
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Here is an Excerpt From The Price of Fame. Out May 27th with Liquid silver books.
Kylie sat on the sand, checking her watch again. “Crap. He’s late,” she muttered to her chocolate Lab. “Buddha, how long do you think we can sit here pretending to rest while I wait for Mr. Dreamboat?” The dog of course didn’t answer. He just panted away, leaving her feeling silly for asking.
She lay back on the warm sand, sifting it through her fingers as she breathed in the fresh, salty air. Every morning for the last week, she had taken her dog for a run at six o’clock and paused around the same spot, throwing the ball for Buddha so she could watch her fantasy man stretch and warm up before he ran along the beach. Kylie groaned when she glanced around the beach and then back at her watch again, whispering to herself, “I think I’m becoming stalker material.”
Buddha dropped the ball on her chest, his chocolate puppy-dog eyes begging her to throw it. “Fine, but I’m not moving.” Not even bothering to sit up, she threw the ball and watched Buddha bound off after it. Closing her eyes, she waited for her dog to come back with the ball.
“You know, when you throw something, you should really sit up and look to see if there is anyone around it could hit.”
A startled squeal left her as the heavily accented voice sounded from above. Opening her eyes, she gulped to see that Mr. Dreamboat himself stood over her, holding Buddha’s ball. Oh God! He was even better close up, with the most amazing sky-blue eyes she had ever seen. His short jet-black hair kept his face free so she could see his strong, masculine jaw adorned by a couple of days’ stubble. Her eyes noted his lips, which any woman would envy.
Kylie’s cheeks heated as she realized she hadn’t answered him. With a deep breath, she slowly sat up. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know anyone was on the beach.”
Her fingers dug into the sand one last time before she rose, patting the sand from her body. Kylie stared at the man before her, storing every detail of his face. Her fingers itched for paper and a pencil. He was an artist’s dream. Buddha bumped him with his body, obviously trying to get the man to throw the ball. “If you throw it, he’ll leave you alone.”
Mr. Gorgeous glanced down at the ball and then back to her. He threw it into the surf, and then wiped his hand on his shirt and held it out. “I’m Markus.”
She stared at his hand for a moment before shaking it. “Kylie, Kylie Breal. Again, I’m so sorry.”
Markus smiled at her, and she almost passed out. Maybe he was a male model or an actor, being so beautiful.
A shiver ran down her back, and she felt a jolt of instant electricity from his touch. Oh no, this can’t be happening. Her mind whispered he was way out of her league. “It’s nice to meet you, Markus.” Then she turned and ran away from him, calling to Buddha as she rushed up the stairs and off the beach.
Jake focused to control his bear and was startled when his watch went off to tell him time was up. Heading back to the front of the room, he boomed out, “Attention. Everyone come back. Before you go, I’m going to test four of you.”
He pointed to a blonde in the front row, another blonde in the back row, and then a brunette in the middle. Jake searched around for his last victim, only to notice the little redhead sneaking to the door and slowly opening it. “The last lovely lady that will get to demonstrate what she has learned tonight is…the little redhead trying to sneak out the door.” He grinned as he watched the woman in question freeze, turn slowly around, and glare at him.
“I’m sure there are plenty of eager women in here willing to show you how well they have been taught. I’m just not one of them.” She looked around the room, coming to a stop on another redhead. “What about that pretty redhead over there with the shortest shorts I have seen, or in front, the woman with black skintight jeans?” She pointed to each of these women as she babbled on.
Jake saw Zack had moved towards her and was only a row away.
“I’m sure I will get a chance for those women to demonstrate another time, but today I have chosen you.”
He bit his tongue to stop the chuckle as she groaned, stomped her foot, and turned a death stare at Zack, who now stood next to her.
Jake smiled as she marched towards him mumbling. “Fine, I’ll show you what I learned. Then you can shove your ‘little redhead’ comment up your arse.”
Zack followed behind her and coughed to cover his laugh. Once she joined the other girls reluctantly, he started, leaving her to last.
After going through the other three women very easily, showing them better ways and answering questions, it was his little redhead’s turn. He paused at that thought, as he watched her storm up to him with a sweet grin on her face. He knew that grin from his sisters and cousins. That was the grin all men should be terrified of, but on her it just made him look forward to the lesson she was about to learn.
His bear growled, and his heart beat faster in shock when she got closer and her smell hit him. Now that she was away from all the other smells of sweat or perfume-covered females, her true fragrance was more pronounced. Honey and strawberries smothered his senses, telling him that she was special.
Her smile grew the closer she got, and he looked down into sparking eyes that seemed to hold all the secrets he searched for. A growl slipped from him when Zack come up beside him and patted him on the back.
“I’ll take this, coz.”
“No, this should be fun.” Jake forgot about everyone else in the room and focused on the woman in front of him, who he now knew was his mate. “Turn around and walk away from me.”
He watched her spin and slowly walk away. Coming up behind her, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his body. She stomped on his foot and elbowed his stomach with surprising force.
Grunting, Jake moved back a step but still held her as he spun her around and gathered her body to his. She gave a whine of frustration, brought her knee up, and hit her target. He groaned and let her go.
She winced. “I shouldn’t have done that, but no one calls me a little redhead.”
Not caring where he was any more, he grabbed her and lost his balance. They slid to the floor in a tangle.
A frustrated squeal left her as she landed on top of him. She whacked his chest. “You idiot, I said I was sorry.”
He looked into flashing dark brown eyes and took a deep a breath in of her honey-and-strawberry scent. “No, you didn’t apologize.”
She rolled her eyes at him and huffed. “Well, I’m not going to now.”
She pushed at his chest.
“What’s your name, Little Red?”
“None of your business. Now let me go.” She wriggled around in his arms, rubbing herself against him.
“Little Red, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
She stopped her wiggling and gasped. He smiled as her eyes drew up to his when she noticed the bulge in his pants was growing bigger and bigger. “I’m going to get up. Stay where you are, please. These pants are too small for what I have now.”
She pushed at his chest. “And that’s my problem because…”
He raised his eyebrow and cleared his throat. “Really, you want me to answer that in front of everyone.”
She let out a groan and shook her head. After sitting up, he stood with his mate in his arms and looked around the almost empty room. He turned to Zack who stared at him with a glare that made him glad looks couldn’t kill.
“You can let go of my mate now, Jake. I took over while you pawed her. You’re lucky there were twenty-something women in here because if there hadn’t been, you would be dead, favorite cousin or not.”
Jake looked down at the bewildered look on Little Red’s face as he took a deep breath of her scent and listened to his bear. Mate. Take. Yummy. Eat her. Take her home. Mine. Mine. No mistaking that she was his mate. “You must be mistaken, Zack, because she is my mate.”
Zack stalked toward him and gave a bitter laugh. “This sucks. Fate is fucking with our family because I’m one hundred percent sure she’s mine.”