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D. H. Starr is a clean-cut guy with a wickedly naughty mind. He grew up in Boston and loves the city for its history and beauty. Also, having lived in NYC, he enjoys the fast pace and the availability of anything and everything. He first became interested in reading from his mother who always had a stack of books piled next to her bed. Family is important to D. H. and his stories center around the intricate and complex dynamics of relationships and working through problems while maintaining respect and love. His favorite books tend to fall in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, and coming of age. To learn more about D. H. Starr and his books, please visit his website at www.dhstarr.com if you are 18+. To view his young adult work and resources, visit www.dhstarrYAbooks.com.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Dare to Dream by Debbie Vaughan

Hi everyone:

My good friend Debbie Vaughan has a new book, Dare to Dream, which is currently available through Siren Publishing. While I am an m/m erotic author, I do not limit myself to m/m stories. I love men in action in any combination of coupling.

Please enjoy this blurb and excerpt of Debbie's book.



It’s said love is timeless. Meghan Dennehy, is about to prove it.

Uncomfortable in her world, the antiques of the past hold far more interest than the fast paced era Meghan Dennehy lives in. Only happy with her nose in a book or in the life built in her dreams, she longs for a place to belong and a love of her own.
A hundred years in the past, Will Thornton, a half-breed former army scout is caught between two worlds.  Passing for white, he does not forget his native heritage and proudly bears the name Ghost Walking, given him by his grandfather. His heart yearns for someone to love him for who and what he is.

Fate intercedes to bring them together. But destiny isn't always kind, even to young lovers.  It will take more than passion to bind them.  It will take faith in a love that transcends time.

Adult Excerpt

Will brought in the trunk from the barn to set at the foot of the bed. He heard her stirring about in the kitchen, but was determined to leave her alone until everything was ready. He laid a fire in the fireplace and surveyed his efforts. He hoped they’d do for now.
He stood and arched his back until his spine cracked. He must be getting old. He caught wind of a wonderful aroma drifting from under the door. A compliment to her cooking would be a good start and far from a lie. Everything she’d made so far had been perfect.
He eased the door open, not wanting to startle her by just bursting in. Turning his head to the right, he saw the chair under the door handle and frowned. Was she trying to bar his way? He turned his head to the left and forgot to breathe as his heart tried to escape his chest and his cock, the tight confines of his britches. He stepped through the doorway to gape.
In the lantern light, her pale body bent over the tub rim, slender and perfect. Fair hair swirled in the water as her right arm groped for the pitcher. He grimaced when the spasm set in, watching her cradle the limb to her chest until the pain passed.
“Meghan?” He spoke her name softly so as not to startle, and she froze. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Let me rinse your hair.”
She didn’t speak, nor did she move to rise. Will knelt behind her, knees on either side of hers and dipped the pitcher into the tub. He poured the contents slowly along her nape, using his other hand to squeeze the soap out. The bulge of his erection rubbed against her bare bottom with each movement. He leaned farther in order to draw her mane from the water so he might rinse the last of the soap away, and her ass wriggled.
Wrapping her hair around his hand, he pulled her head back gently, forcing her to gaze up at him. Tears streamed down her face.
“Hush, love, hush,” he cooed as he pressed her to his chest.
“I’m sorry. I’d take it back if I could.”
He pulled her face around, her hair still his handle. “Take what back?”
“The others, if you’d come first, they never would have been. But you weren’t there. I had to come find you.”
Will smiled despite her tear-stained face and kissed each eye. They must be destined for each other if he understood what she meant. “What or who came before doesn’t matter. I was wrong to ask. Everything started new the day we met.”
“So you don’t think I’m a slut? You don’t care I’m not a virgin?”
Will wiped at the tears on her lashes and cursed himself as twice the fool. He kissed her tenderly. Breaking the kiss, he pulled his lips only far enough away to say, “No, I would never think that of you. I just couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else touching you, or you them.” He allowed his hand to roam over her breast. “As to the other, at this moment I am happy you’re not a green maiden, else what I plan to do might shock your sensibilities.”
A shiver ran through her, and her eyes widened. “What did you have in mind?”
Will smiled wickedly, and then kissed her senseless. When her body went limp in his arms, he turned her around until she again faced the tub. His tongue dipped into her ear, causing her to buck against him. He chuckled.
“Lean way over, sweetheart. Get a good grip on the rim.” Will urged her arms outward, curling her fingers over the tub’s edge. He angled her butt up and nudged her knees outward, sat back, and assayed her position. “Mmm, stay put. I won’t be long.”
He took longer than he should have to get his boots off. The lantern light glistening off the dew already collecting between her thighs became horribly distracting, or maybe it was the knowledge she wanted him as bad as he wanted her. He tossed the last boot across the room and she made an—eep! His britches and drawers came off as one.
Knelt behind her, he ran a finger down her spine, and she arched her back like a cat. When the same finger ran the length of her slit, her back bowed, and her ass went up. Wet and perfect. He seemed to continually promise to take things slow and then make a liar of himself. He’d try again for her sake.
He eased his rampant rod down to rest between her lower lips, swallowing the groan that rose from his depths as they touched. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he massaged them while he danced his tongue along her neck and shoulder.
“Will?” Her butt tilted more in invitation.
“Mmm. Sugar, I’m tryin’ to take this slow.” The groan escaped as she wiggled her ass.
“Can we try slow another time? Please?”
Her skin went goosepimply under his hands. Pure meanness made him ask, “Please, what?”
“Love me, now.” The plea ended in a sob.
The need in her voice stole the air from the room. Will drew back slowly, allowing the swollen head of his shaft to stroke back over her bud then further until he reached her entrance, wet and ready. He held himself in check and moved forward an inch at a time. His hands stilled her hips when she would have thrust back onto him, possibly ending everything before they started.
When his groin touched her butt, she pushed back, taking up that last bit. A shudder ran through her and into Will as her inner muscles trembled and squeezed the length of him.
Her sigh turned to a moan when he began to thrust.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Feed, Prey, Love - hot sex scene

I just have to say, the sex scene I'm revised just now has got to be the hottest one I've ever written. I'm dying to know your impression of it?

Talib has admitted to himself and to one other person that he loves Conley, but he can't bring himself to say it to Conley. This scene was preceded by a failed attempt to block Talib's ability to read Conley's thoughts because the elixir his friend, Rayna, a gypsy, made for them didn't work. Talib has just read one of Conley's thoughts.

Conley’s expression of defeat knocked the wind out of Talib’s lungs, the uncomfortable sensation intensifying when Conley finally spoke. “I think maybe I should just go. Dinner was wonderful and I really appreciate that you tried to figure out a way for us to solve our…problem, but—”

“Stop. Just stop. I know you’re disappointed, but you can’t just leave. This won’t be solved by walking away. Or it will solve this issue only to create one which will be far more difficult to live with.”

He was fairly certain his panic showed on his face, because Conley’s expression softened and he reached out, placing a warm hand on his cheek. “You’re right. I’m just so…frustrated.”

“I know you are. I am too. Let’s work on this together. I’ve spent far too long isolating myself, holing myself up in my apartment and depriving myself of companionship.” A lump began to form in his throat making it more difficult to talk. He needed to convince Conley that they could work on this. Together. Nothing else mattered in that moment except to make Conley understand how much he wanted the two of them to be together. His urgency and panic forced a solution into his mind. Although it took every ounce of willpower to push the words out, he was willing to do anything to make Conley happy. “If you really can’t stand that I can see into your mind, I guess I can talk to some vampire friends and see whether they might be willing to—”

Conley placed a hand over Talib’s mouth. “You would do that for me? You would allow another vampire to feed on me just so you couldn’t hear my thoughts?”

“If it would make you happy, I would do anything.” The lump grew, making it hard to swallow. His eyes began to burn and he felt hot tears spill down his cheeks.

Conley leaned in and hugged Talib, then pulled back and kissed each cheek. When he drew back, his lips were glistening with the wetness of tear drops. “I can’t believe…I know how much it would hurt you…the fact you would still do it…” Conley’s voice trailed off, tears forming in his eyes as well.

Talib reached up and stopped one of Conley’s tears in its tracks, allowing the drop to fall onto his finger. Bringing his finger to his mouth, a salty tang hit his tongue, filling him with Conley’s taste. “Would you spend the night with me? Please?”

In answer, Conley leaned in and sealed his mouth to Talib’s. Where his earlier kiss had been gentle, this kiss was anything but. Hands gripped Talib behind his neck so their lips pressed tightly together. Talib opened to him and his mouth was immediately assaulted by Conley’s tongue.

As they gripped each other, Talib stood, lifting Conley with him, and headed into the bedroom, gently placing him on the bed. Lying on top of him, he pressed his hips against Conley’s, the hard bulge of his shaft met with its twin pressing back.

Their lips remained sealed as Talib reached down and began to unbutton Conley’s pants. What normally presented no challenge at all, posed a significant problem since his hands were shaking.

Knowing that Conley had almost left, that the frustration was growing to be too much, had thrown him. But it was more than Conley’s frustration that caused Talib’s nervousness. Having Conley lying next to him in the bed, touching him, breathing in his scent, made him want to roughly strip the clothes off of the man beneath him and also to handle him with the greatest of tenderness. The need to touch, to taste, the satisfaction of discovery and fulfillment, they were all experiences he had forgotten. Having them swarm around him, through him, caused his body to tremble against Conley’s.

Conley pushed himself into a semi-sitting position, resting his weight on his elbows. “Are you havening some trouble?”

Talib could feel the heat rush to his cheeks, but was grateful for the distraction from the whirlwind of thought inside his head. “I, er, um.” In response, Conley reached down to his own waist and unbuttoned his pants, lifting his hips to make the work of sliding them off easier for Talib.

Slipping his fingers into the waist of Conley’s pants, Talib pulled them over his muscled ass and down thick thighs. “My God your body is beautiful.”

Having Conley’s body to focus on grounded him. He removed Conley’s shirt so he lay naked, each contour, ripple, and crevice hot to the touch, yet appearing to be chiseled out of cool granite. Talib lowered his lips to Conley’s chest and flicked his tongue over a nipple which immediately perked up to his touch.

“No. You took care of me the other day. I want you to let me focus on you.” Conley rolled onto his side and rubbed a patch of comforter next to him on the bed.

“If you insist.” Feathery tingles shot through Talib’s body and precum travelled the length of his cock, tickling as it moved along the inside of his shaft. “But could you hurry, my body is doing things I’ve never felt before and I might go crazy if you don’t get to work.”

To Talib’s amusement and chagrin, Conley slowed his pace, taking his time with each article of clothing. Beginning with Talib’s shirt, he slowly lifted it up his torso, kissing along his abdomen as he went. He took time to lave at his nipples, biting down with just the right amount of pressure to stimulate with delicious pain, each nub of flesh becoming even more sensitive.

Conley released the nipple and worked his way up Talib’s body, slipping his shirt over his head. “I’m going to make you scream before this night is done.” Working his way back down, he spent time attending to the other nipple, before kissing his way further down Talib’s body.

Unbuttoning his pants, he took the same care in undressing the lower half of Talib’s body, placing whisper-light kisses along the sensitized skin at this navel, along his hip bones, and down his legs. Each brush of lip, flick of tongue, and nibble tortured Talib, causing him to writhe in pleasure.

By the time he worked his way back up to Talib’s groin, the only part of him still covered by clothing, Talib was gasping for breath. “You are an evil tease. You do know that, right?”

In response, Conley nuzzled his nose into the space between Talib’s balls and his inner thigh, exhaling and forcing hot air to penetrate the fabric of his briefs and heat his skin. All Talib could manage was a hazy uhhhh as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

With steady progress, Conley removed his briefs, once again kissing his way down his body and back up until his head hovered over Talib’s straining cock.

Looking down, the combination of the glistening head of his cock and the proximity of Conley’s mouth was more than he could bear. His cock pulsed and the head lifted to touch Conley’s lips. When it flattened back down to his body, a thin string of precum remained connected to Conley’s upper lip. Rather than lick it away, Conley allowed it to remain there, staring at Talib with what could only be described as hunger; a hunger Talib knew too well.

It was a mere breath of a request, barely audible, but it was the best Talib could manage. “Please. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

Conley’s lips pulled up into a smile and his emerald eyes flared, glowing like a green fire, then he lowered his head, taking Talib into his mouth.
The combination of heat and wetness as Conley’s mouth closed over his shaft forced Talib’s head to fall back onto the pillow. “Oh, my…ahhh…so good.”

Conley continued working on Talib’s cock, running his tongue in circles around the head when he was at the top and flattening it so it massaged the underside as he lowered down, taking the shaft into his mouth. For several minutes, he continued this way, bringing Talib close to the brink, then grasping the base of his cock and squeezing just at the right moment, as if he could sense Talib was drawing close to release.

Finally, after several waves of near orgasms, Conley released Talib’s cock and crawled up his body. Taking his mouth in a fevered kiss, Talib was helpless to do anything but respond. Opening to their combined desires, he let his tongue dance against Conley’s, the tang of his own semen filling his mouth.

Conley drew his knees up so they were parallel to Talib’s ribs, kissing him all the while. He only pulled away from their kiss long enough to raise his hand to his mouth and wet it with their combined saliva.

Talib assumed he would use the fluid to stroke his own cock, but was shocked when he felt the wet hand encircle his shaft. It wasn’t until Conley broke out of the kiss, that Talib realized Conley had guided the head of his cock to his tight opening. “Talib. I never thought I could feel this way about anyone. Everything you say and do proves you really care about me; that you want me for who I am.”

“I do care about you. You’ve awakened something in me that I had worked hard to push deep down and lock away. It scares me, but it feels so right. I just don’t want to hurt you, physically or otherwise.”

Conley lowered his head to give Talib a brief kiss. “I know. Which is why I trust this will last. For the first time in my life I feel like I belong in this skin. I don’t know any other way to describe it, but with you I feel a connection that runs so deep I can’t tell where you end and I begin.”

Talib tried to lift his head and capture Conley in another kiss, but Conley pulled back, causing his tight opening to brush against the head of his cock. Uhhhh. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come.”

Conley’s mouth pulled up into a smile again, one side sliding slightly higher on his face, giving him a sly and mischievous appearance. “All in good time.”
Talib laughed and lay back. “You’re the boss.” The comment forced more blood to his cock and it became even harder, bouncing with each beat of his heart.

“You know what comes next, right.” Conley’s smile deepened and Talib suspected he did know. He could have reached into Conley’s mind, but his own mind wasn’t working properly at the moment. Not because something was wrong, but because everything was so completely right. Conley was saying everything he had wanted to hear and each sentence simply caused him to feel more and more confident that he never wanted to lose this man on top of him.

Conley waited patiently, as if he realized Talib was engaged in an internal struggle with himself. When Talib looked up at him he continued. “Talib. Before we do this, I have one thing I want to tell you.”

Staring into Conley’s eyes, feeling the blood rushing through his own body, suspended in a state of semi-control over his own thoughts, Talib was barely capable of focusing any longer. He simply lay there, staring and waiting, allowing Conley to take complete control of the moment.

The eyes staring at him softened, but they also smoldered, boring into his. “I love you, Talib. I never thought I would be able to find love, but I have. I’m completely in love with you.”

So many words formed in his mind. I love you too. I’ve been afraid to tell you, but I’ve known it since the moment I saw you. He had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but meeting Conley had wiped that doubt from his mind completely. It had only been four days, but Talib couldn’t imagine a life without Conley in it.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but what escaped was a blissful grunt as Conley lowered his hips, the ring of his opening accommodating the head of Talib’s cock and then sliding down, pressing tightly as it travelled along his shaft. The intensity of the physical sensations were enough to send his mind reeling, but it was the emotional punch of everything Conley had said, everything Talib had just thought, which sent him over the edge.

By the time Conley had sunk all the way down on his cock, Talib’s balls had already begun to tingle and pull up closer to his body. His erection thickened inside Conley’s body, and the head brushed against something smooth and soft. When Conley’s eyes shot open and a guttural ohhhh yeah escaped his lips. Talib knew he had hit the prostate.

An electric tingling began in Talib’s gut and radiated out, centering in his core and stimulating his hole, his balls, and finally travelling along the length of his shaft. As the tingling grew in intensity, his breathing became labored. Somehow, he managed to keep his eyes open and locked with Conley’s.

The fevered longing and need in his eyes sent Talib’s senses into overdrive. “I’m gonna…” his last word was drowned out as he shouted out in pleasure, his cock jerking wildly inside Conley’s ass, coating his insides with hot cum. His head brushed back and forth against the soft, silky gland inside Conley’s body and within moments, Conley leaned his head back, something of a wolven howl escaping his lips, as his own straining member began to pulse, shooting streams of thick, hot semen over Talib’s stomach and chest.

Reaching down, he scooped some of the heated liquid from his abdomen and lifted his fingers to his mouth. The sharp tang of Conley filled him, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.

After what felt life several bliss-filled hours, which were actually a few seconds, Conley collapsed on top of him. Talib instinctively wrapped his arms around Conley, holding him tight. Rolling to his side, he nudged Conley so he would turn onto his side, his back pressed snugly against Talib’s chest. It took less than a minute before Conley’s breathing became slow and even.

Talib whispered one phrase before he closed his own eyes. “I love you too.” As exhaustion swept him closer and closer to sleep, satisfaction flowed through his body. One lingering doubt filled his mind as he held Conley. You’ve done it now, Talib. You love him, but you’ll lose him. Maybe not today, maybe not next year, but humans don’t live forever.

Shaking away reality, he nuzzled his head into the back of Conley’s neck, inhaling deeply and taking in his scent. The warmth of his body was the last thing Talib recalled before sleep took him.