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Good morning readers. I’m happy to have brother muse Michael Mandrake on as part of his blogtour for I Love it Rough. This is part of the triad series, N’awlins Exotica which Michael is spearheading but BL has 2 books coming, then I have book 5, and Michael closes out the series with book 6 before me and BL take over the Masquerade portion of the collection.
Whew, I know its a lot but just follow us and you won’t get too confused. Anyway, getting back to the newest release, he’s here to talk about the songs that inspired him to write ILIR. Take it away Michael!
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Thanks Rawiya. While doing I Love it Rough, I listened to a multitude of things; some jazz since Frankie is into jazz and R&B and for Kajika, some dance music to fit his flirty persona. One song however stood out for the love scene and since both Kajika and Frankie love Janet Jackson it seemed to fit perfectly.
For the private dance scene in the end, Kajika uses Janet Jackson’s Would You Mind as a backdrop for his routine. Basically uncovered and only wearing boots, Kaj completely captivates his man, solidifying their attraction to one another. That’s all I’ll say. You’ll have to read ILIR to find out why Kajika felt he had to do this to make sure Frankie knew who he belonged to. *grins* Have a look at the video and then enjoy the heated snippet between these two. Thanks Rawiya for having me!
Blurb: Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
Excerpt Three (R Rated)
Kajika, Kajika?” Frankie dropped his duffel at the door and locked it tight. The lights were dim and smells of vanilla incense wafted through his nostrils. “Babe, you here?” Frankie frowned and ran his hands over his smooth dome. “I thought you left me a message to…” He dropped his gaze to the floor and eyed a single envelope. “Hmm, what’s this?” Frankie picked it up and grinned, looking at Kajika’s beautiful penmanship. The light brown envelope smelled of Kajika’s sweet scent and a small set of lips were on the seam of the letter. “Ooohkay, baby, what are you up to now?” Frankie unfolded it and read:
Dear Frankie Choteau,
This ticket admits you to a special performance by Kajika Fortier, Native American Hunk D’ Jour. As soon as you arrive, please take a seat in the chair closest to the stage and feel free to enjoy the refreshments.
“Oh yeah? A special performance hmm?” Frankie stroked his newly trimmed goatee and headed for the basement where Kajika’s practice area had been installed for the past couple of months. Despite his disdain for Kajika’s occupation, he fully supported his need to perfect his craft.
“Alrighty, then.” Frankie sniffed the note once again and made a sharp right to the basement door. Anxious to see what his man had come up with, he bounded downstairs and sprinted to the seat closest to the platform as asked. “Nice place.” Frankie chuckled and slid into the chair, sighing when his butt touched the covered seat. Fully relaxed, he grabbed one of the Heinekens out of the ice bucket and popped it open with his personal opener. “Now, I’m comfortable; where is the entertainment?” Frankie loosened his jacket and leaned on his knees, tapping his feet against the hardwood floors. Regardless of their dispute or his fascination with Orrin, Frankie knew he was still head over heels in love with Kajika Fortier. He’d been looking forward to getting back with his baby after the successful capture of Surenthia Jakes’ killer. Their reunion was the perfect way to end a dangerous but great day.
Frankie took another swig of his beer and several red and blue lights went off over his head. A familiar bass line filled the room, causing a smile to come to his face. “Mhmm, more Janet Jackson and, damn, I love this song.” Frankie nodded to the beat and eyed the stage, watching his lover come out dressed in a black g-string and thigh high black boots with silver buckles. His long black tresses were tied back in a ribbon with the rest flowing over his muscled shoulders. “Damn, baby, whew!” Frankie fanned himself, knowing he was in for a treat. Yeah, he hated that Kajika showed his pretty ass off to the masses but when it was just for him, he didn’t have one single complaint. Kajika was by far the most gorgeous individual on earth.
“Baby, do you mind, touching me…” Janet’s sweet voice filled the air along with heavy breathing and a slow, fuck me beat.
Kajika spun on one heel and kicked one leg up in the air, touching the silver metal pole in front of him. He wrapped his arms around it and held on, twirling around until his plump ass hit the stage. He moved to the electric thump, shifting his shoulders from left to right and winking at Frankie as he did so. The look in his eye was wicked, playful, something that drew Frankie and many others in.
“Damn, babe. You know I love it when you dance for me.” Frankie finished his beverage and set the empty on the table. He pulled his jacket off, tossing it to the side while he continued to ogle his man.
Fucking Orrin is hot but not like my man.
Frankie still didn’t feel guilty for his actions, nor was he ready to let go the notion of the two of them getting together. However, he knew he’d never leave Kajika for anyone else, despite the temptation. He’d found his soul mate, the man he’d always been wishing for. No way would he ever let that go. “Baby, I’m all yours, I promise.”
Kajika didn’t say a word, only kept dancing and moving along with the tune. He did a backwards somersault and a split with his legs outstretched, humping the floor. Kajika grinned at Frankie and wagged his tongue while he pulled at the thin strings covering his most treasured prize. Once he got them all undone, he flicked it at Frankie and stood up straight, not even covering his erection.
“Whew!” Frankie watched it fall in front of him. He grabbed another beer and leaned back, running his hand over his crotch. He was rock solid, practically bulging out of his pants, wanting to get into Kajika right away. Fuck the routine. Frankie stroked himself through his polyester slacks, running his fingertips over his swollen balls while the other tilted the bottle towards his mouth. “Holy shit, babe. You are…”
Kajika kicked his leg up again, still keeping in rhythm for the last parts of the song. He wrapped his leg around the pole and swung until he was upside down, spreading his thighs to give Frankie a better view.
“Fuck baby!” Frankie cursed and yanked his pants apart, busting the zipper. He took his swollen dick in hand, dragging his thumb through the pre-cum seeping through the slit. Frankie plopped the bottle on the table, forgetting about wanting another beverage. In front of him was something a lot more satisfying. “Holy shit, Kajika! I swear you got me so hard right now.”
Kajika leaned his head back and stretched his legs out again. “Really, Choteau? You want me?”
Frankie stopped jerking and spat on his hand. When he took hold to his dick again, he sped up his movements. It wouldn’t be too long before he was ready to explode. “Fuck yes, Kajika. Get your pretty little ass over here and ride my cock, baby!”
Overall Series Blurb
The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series
The city of New Orleans is rich in tradition, diverse, and known for the inspiration it provides. In the “Big Easy” there lies the hunger for the erotic as well as the unknown. The residents here feel that sexual energy and it reveals itself through their various creative activities.
Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.
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About the Author and the muse
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
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Snagged this gorgeous man yesterday on FB
I know BL liked what she saw since he has that wild rock star look
Perhaps we’ll put him in Reluctant Groupie somewhere.
He also has the look of a vampire.
I love actors or models who just have that *look*
Morning readers. Shar and I are just about done with I Love You Rhett Vorhees. This is the follow up to Unforgettable Valentine in the Only THAT Night anthology. The story will be reproduced inside of this book so it will be seamless. In the meantime, please check it out here
Here’s a little snippet from the short story featuring Rhett and Darren from Unforgettable Valentine.
“Wow, you gotta be kidding me. You actually found him?” Darren McKissick’s best friend and former lover, Terrell Witherby sounded very surprised by Darren’s admittance.
Darren’s grin stretched the length of his face as he added three sugar cubes to his coffee. “Yep, I cannot believe it either.” He changed the phone from one shoulder to the other. “When I saw his moniker on SGM.com, RV1990 and then the face, I noticed the face; the high cheekbones, the bushy eyebrows, the freckles. He really hasn’t changed much since grammar school. He’s deep in the closet though.”
“Well that’s too bad, man you sure you wanna deal with that? And hey, at least you know he’s still alive and you can stop babbling about him. You done carrying around the valentine card and picture too now, bro? I’m sure both are starting to look worse for wear?”
Darren eyed both items he’d saved for over a decade sitting in a drawer to his left. The red valentine was more of a burgundy than the bright red it used to be when “Rhetta” gave it to him. The white lace surrounding it crumpled from being moved and yellow on the edges due to little sunlight and lots of handling. And the picture, though in better shape had been folded more times than Darren could remember. All through high school and college, he carried the picture of the kid who was a child genius in any small pocket on his person. Despite both articles looking more like artifacts that should be put in a scrapbook, he wouldn’t leave the house without them. “Nope, not gonna get rid of either. I’m going to keep them with me as a reminder so when we finally get together permanently, I’ll be reminded of how lucky I am. Damnit Terrell, it means we were destined to be together, right?”
Silence then a deep sigh came through the receiver. “Damn you sure are a freaking sap, Darren. I used to love that about you back in the day though. You sure you wadn’t a woman in your former life, man?”
Darren laughed and sat up straight at his desk, eyeing the folders he’d been staring at for the last couple of hours. He’d come in early to try getting some work done but instead he could do nothing but think about Rhett and how much he wanted to be with him forever and always. “Maybe. What I do know is I want Rhett to understand I mean business. I sent some flowers over to his job anonymously of course since he’s still in the closet and I got a bouquet ready for him when he gets back home.”
Terrell chuckled, “Heh, ah Darren, you’re pouring on, aren’t you? You’re not gonna let him get away that easily, hmm? Just don’t suffocate him, okay? I mean, he’d be a fool to turn you down after you been thinking about him for years on end. Still, be careful all right? Don’t invest all your time and energy into this man when he isn’t ready. Don’t fall in love quickly, Darren, please. I’d hate to see you fall and not able to pick yourself back up.”
Darren picked up a sharpened pencil sitting on his desk and twirled it with his fingers. He swallowed hard and looked back at the picture of Rhett wearing his cap and gown on graduation day. Just looking at the man made his heart skip a beat as it did when he chose to wear a kilt instead of a suit during the ceremony over a decade ago. His parents always did encourage him to stand out and be himself no matter what anyone else said. “I’m afraid I already have, T−I’m in love with this man, I have been for years.” Darren leaned back in the chair and tossed the pencil across the room. “And I’m gonna do everything I can to convince him that we’re meant to be.”
“Shit Darren, I swear. I wish I had somebody that loved me as much as you claim to love that boy. Oh wait, I did,” he laughed. “Or did you really care for me, Darren? Was that just lip service?”
Darren sucked in a breath and stared at the door ahead of him. Any minute one of his bosses might come in his office looking for the Edgars Accounts he was supposed to finish at eight o’clock sharp. “I− yeah, Terrell, I did care but it wasn’t love. This man is my soul mate, always has been. Like I said, I found him again which means I was meant to be his lover. Listen, I gotta get going. I got some work that needs to be finished right now, all right? I’ll make sure to give you a call after I talk with Rhett.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Later man.”
Darren pulled the headset away from his ear and exhaled, knowing he’d pissed his best friend and former lover off. “I’ll make it up to you soon, Terrell. Maybe after I tie the knot with Rhett?” Darren sat upright in his chair and pulled the Edgars file off the top off the small stack. He flipped it open and straightened the papers out to finish them. He’d done most of the work on Friday but after anticipating the weekend with Rhett, he couldn’t keep his mind on anything else. Darren had never been one of those people who lost focus so easily but having Rhett Vorhees seemingly within reach changed everything in his life. Working wasn’t a priority with the prospects of a committed relationship with Rhett in his midst.
Darren had to make that longtime dream of being with his first true valentine a reality.
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Hope you enjoyed. Look for the book to be released in March. It needs to go to the betas and then onto the editor.
In the meantime make sure you check out brother muse’ Michael Mandrake I Love it Rough Blogtour. Michael will stop by on Wednesday with his inspiration for the Wind Down.
Veronica is on a roll again. Great post
So, today’s post is about something Shar and me heard on the radio. Since Shar is a big sports fan; she listens to sports in the car while driving for her EDJ. Monday and Tuesday’s topics were about the latest swimsuit issue for Sports Illustrated and a columnists’ view on how these ladies on the cover weren’t a true representation of women.
Rick Telander, a columnist for the Sun Times and a male I might add, had a beef with the cover. Here is a link to his article. In this…
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My good looking and gay brother muse has a release today
I Love it Rough which is the sequel to I Like Em Pretty is out now
Here are the links
Veronica’s first story, Just Me and B is up!
“Here’s a little something for you for Valentine’s day, babe. Hope you like it. Sincerely yours, Cleo.”
“Aw you really do love me!” I smiled and glanced at the card attached to the hugest teddy bear I think I’d ever seen. The massive stuffed animal was about six feet tall, light brown with a big red bow around his neck. Fuck, if the thing were any bigger he’d be too tall for my ceilings.
Thank goodness I live in a condo.
“Now where am I gonna put this fucker?” I struggled to pick…
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