NEW RELEASE: My College Professor

Raynd is the last of his friends to tell his first time tale with an older man—one of his college professors.

Half the campus is in love with Professor Luke Geist, but only one of them has ever turned his eye. Professor Geist does everything in his power to put distance between him and Raynd, to Raynd’s confusion. When the professor is assigned as Raynd’s advisor, the truth of his attraction comes out—but the man still fights the need.

Months pass before the professor and his student can’t hold back any longer. A cold day during winter break is spent warm in Luke’s bed.

When a secret tears them apart, Raynd is left heartbroken.

Can a friend’s intervention bring them back together a decade or so later?

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Raynd paused, floored by the statement. “Seriously? You’re actually telling me to pick other classes instead of yours after saying you have no issue with me as a student? I wonder what the dean would think about that?”

Geist’s jaw tensed. “I think it is you who doesn’t like my teaching style. I suggested options so you wouldn’t have to endure me.”

Raynd stared at the man, confused as hell. “One of the reasons I chose this university was the diversity of classes. Once on campus, I’d heard great things about you as a professor and looked forward to learning from you. I would truly love to attend your classes and be treated fairly—just like all your other students.”

“I graded you fairly,” Geist answered, staring at his computer screen instead of Raynd. “You did well in my class. A high B, if I recall. You were fine.”

“But you never included me in discussions. You couldn’t even look me in the eye when I approached for a question. It was as if you didn’t want me there.”

Geist’s jaw tightened and released… tightened and released. Finally he turned to Raynd and caught his eye. “I didn’t want you in my class. I don’t want you in any of my future classes. I’d prefer you kept your distance and I’ll keep mine.”

Raynd frowned. “If you’ll simply tell me why.”

“Because…” Geist looked away and flexed his hands, tightening them into two fists before releasing and stretching his fingers. “Because you don’t belong in my class.”

Was Professor Geist trying to say he didn’t belong in the world of psychology? Raynd stared at the man, stricken. “I’ve wanted to work in this field for years.”

Geist shook his head. “That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“Jesus.” The professor shook his head before lifting his stare. “I can’t be near you.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t,” Geist said. “Just go. Please. Before I make a bigger mess of this conversation.”

Raynd felt the air sucked from his lungs as realization struck. “You don’t want me in your class… because… you…” He trailed off, unable to finish the thought. Raynd suddenly knew it as well as he was standing there.

Geist looked up and met Raynd’s stare again. The man said nothing, neither admitting nor denying Raynd’s unfinished comment. The truth hung heavily in the air between them. Heat burned in the man’s stare, a heat Raynd suddenly wanted to reach out and stoke.

Something ignited within him. He’d thought the man handsome… he’d had wishful fantasies he’d never thought possible. He’d stared at Geist, imagining being in the man’s arms, knowing it could never be…

Now—to know those wild imaginings might be reciprocated…

Raynd wanted to say something, but he had no idea what.

 Geist released a breath. “I can’t be your advisor or your instructor.”

Raynd took a step closer.

“No. Just go.”

Raynd met the man’s stare and saw the heat in the depths. He saw lust in its purest form, and it made it impossible to breathe. Lungs burning, he swallowed down the desire he felt, trying to make sense of what was happening. To go from dislike to lust in a split second was mind boggling.

“Go,” Professor Geist said, softer this time. “Dean Samuels will email you with a new appointment.”

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COVER REVEAL - My College Professor, Daddies, Book 3

Coming June 29, 2016

One Nation One Pulse... Don't Let it Fade

I try to remain away from politics, but I can't simply remain silent and not comment on recent events.

I sit here nearly a week and a half after Pulse and still feel just as heartbroken.  Our lawmakers have let us down... again.

And again...

And again...

When will it stop?  Up to 75% of Americans believe in gun control.  It's not taking guns away from everyday citizens, it's limiting those who shouldn't have guns in the first place... those with ties to terrorists... or mental instability...

People like Matten...

Farook...

Roof...

Dear...

Lanza...

Cho...

How many more do we need to add to the list before the US Congress steps up and does what it should?

No, passing gun control laws might not save everyone, but we've got to start somewhere. We cannot let those in Orlando... Sandy Hook... Charleston... be forgotten. We cannot continue to turn a blind eye to the things wrong with our country and think someone else will make it right.

How do we change things?  That's a question I've been pondering since Orlando.  I donated blood and money to the effort (although I'm too far for my blood to have made an impact there, it was the only things I could think to do immediately after the event.)

You can start by calling your senator.  Easily find out how right here:  http://www.senate.gov/senators/contact/

Want to find out ways you can help both locally and globally? You can check out the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence here:  http://csgv.org

Make your voice heard.

Guest Author: April Andrews and Melt for the Millionaire

Welcome April Andrews back to my blog.  She's here today to share a bit of her recent release, Melt for the Millionaire.

A year ago Cae Larkin had the world at his feet. A successful model for some of the biggest brands in the world, nothing seemed out of his reach. But one mistake cost Cae dearly and he lost everything as quickly as he gained it.

Now, with his bank balance approaching zero, and the threat of eviction looming, Cae needs money and he needs it fast. But, there’s only one person who can help him…and it’s someone that Cae rejected a very long time ago. Someone who, if he wants to get back on top, he will not be able to reject again…

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Nicholas couldn’t quite believe that Cae was in his bedroom. He had fantasized so many times about this exact scenario and now that it was actually here, he didn’t quite know what to do.

He stood at the door, watching as Cae explored the space where, if Nicholas had his way, Cae would be spending a significant portion of his time. He looked over the bed, touched the soft sheets on it, walked across to the windows, ran his finger across the potted plants growing there. His gaze travelled to the walk in wardrobe, across to the en-suite, and then finally circled back around to Nicholas.

He was still wearing the jeans and sweater Nicholas had met him in and he looked achingly beautiful. Nicholas couldn’t wait to hold him in his arms and do all of the things that he had imagined for so long. And yet, he was nervous, ridiculously so. Eighteen long months of waiting for the male that you craved would do that to you he guessed.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

Cae shrugged one lean shoulder before shooting a quick look at the bed. “I’m nervous,” he said.

“Of me?” Nicholas asked.

“A little,” Cae admitted. “But also of what we’re going to do.”

“And what are we going to do?” Nicholas asked.

Cae bit down on his bottom lip. It was so plump. How many billboards had those lips been on? Parted on a soft sigh? Making females, and males too for that matter, sigh also.

“You said that we’re going to...”

“Fuck?”

He bit harder. “Yes.”

“Then come here,” Nicholas demanded. “And I can promise that those nerves will be gone before you know it.”

Cae walked over to him—his steps hesitant. Nicholas pulled him into his arms the moment he was in reach. And then, he did the thing that he had waited so very long to do. He bent his head and he kissed Cae.

It was their first kiss.

Their very first.

And it was worth the wait in every possible way. Cae’s soft lips opened beneath Nicholas, they tasted of mint and of sweetness, and Nicholas plundered them completely. He kissed and he kissed, his lips moving in a constant rhythm, and before long his head was spinning and his cock straining against his pants.

“What you do to me,” he whispered. 

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NEW RELEASE: Cherished by Two Bears (Bear Mountain, 12)

Colton McCreary’s return to Bear Mountain hasn’t gone as smoothly as planned. His damaged face has always caused people to stare, but for some reason, the looks are ten times worse coming from those at home—those who know the McCreary name for all the wrong reasons. His imperfection only adds to their distaste. He ends up hiding in the shadows as much as he can, watching life passing him by.

Brandon and Zander are offered a vacation in Bear Mountain to meet with the alpha. Brandon’s surgical skills have him courted by Declan and many in town with hopes the pair will move there and take over the new wing of the clinic. Upon arrival, they immediately see Colton and know he’s their third from their first glance.

Brandon’s ready to stay—Zander’s less sure Bear Mountain could be their home. Between less than welcoming bear shifters, werewolf attacks at the borders of the new wall, and the threat of war to come, Zander fears they need to get out while the getting’s good.

Will there be enough time for the three to find a way to come together before violence erupts? 

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“What’s your name?” Brandon asked.

Colt’s mouth went dry. “Colton.”

A smile crossed Brandon’s lips. “We’re visiting for a couple of weeks. I hope to see more of you while we’re here.”

There was a double meaning to the male’s words. Colt heard the unspoken message in the comment.

“We’re staying up here at the inn,” Zander added.

Colt’s gaze flickered over to Zander. He was more than handsome—he was perfect.

As perfect as Colt wasn’t.

“I’m—very busy,” Colt said, backing away. He spun around before they could say anything else. His bear roared inside—demanding he go back, but it was impossible for him to move in any other direction but away. Once he made it to the kitchen, he threw both plates against the wall of the dishwashing room.

The china shattered against the tiled wall and didn’t make him feel any better.

Red’s mate, Quentin, came racing around the corner. “What happened?”

Colt stared at the little shattered pieces of plate on the floor. “Dropped some plates. You can take it out of my pay.” He walked across the room and grabbed a broom leaning against a corner.

A hand covered his.

Colt looked up and met Quent’s gaze.

“You okay?” Quentin asked.

No. I’m not okay.

He nodded his head, diverting his gaze.

Quentin didn’t move a moment, not until Red came into the space.

“Everything okay in here?” Red asked.

Quentin removed his hand and backed away. “Butterfingers here dropped a couple of plates,” Quentin said, humor in his voice.

Colt kept his stare on the floor as he crossed the room, broom and dustpan in hand. He cleaned up the plates as he listened for Red and Quentin to leave him alone.

Finally they did and he could breathe.

Barely.

He tossed the remnants of the plates in a large trash bin before leaving the broom and pan against the wall. Exiting the dish room, he walked closer to Red.

“I’m not feeling well. I need to leave.”

Red’s head turned in his direction, but Colt couldn’t lift his to meet the stare burning into his flesh.

“Yeah… okay… I hope you feel better.”

A twinge of guilt hit Colt. Red and Quentin had been good to him. He hated lying—although it wasn’t much of a lie. He wasn’t feeling himself. How could he be okay after facing his mates in such a public way? His stomach clenched at the thought of it.

Colt nodded, mumbling a thanks before heading for the back door to avoid Jamie catching him sneaking out the front.

When he was outside, he took in a deep breath—clearing the scents of the two males from his nose.

Two weeks. They were here for two weeks.

       He could avoid them that long.