10 Books that impacted me & stayed with me! @TinaGerow #AmReading

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I was tagged by Jordan Summers over on Facebook to list ten books that have both impacted me and stuck with me over the years. Like hers, my list isn’t typical, but here we go!

1.  Rumble Fish by S.E. Hinton (Reading this I remember the first thoughts that I could possibly write a book someday and see it on the shelf for others to read…)
2.  Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin (I was in awe of the love story and the vivid world she built that gave me a taste of my first historical novels, which I still love! To this day THIS is my favorite book of all time…)
3.  Dante’s Inferno by Dante Alighieri (I was sucked in by not only the world building but the wonderful “otherworld-ness” of it. Mrs. Cresswell’s English class was titillated by this book and I suppose so was I.
4.  On a Pale Horse & the entire Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony… LOVE Piers Anthony. I would love to be able to write series like him!! And damn is that man prolific!!
5.  The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien (I was and still am in awe of the intricate and wonderful world building and hope one day to even come close in my own writing!)
6.  Born In Fire by Nora Roberts (The first romance novel I read as an adult that made me start to fall in love with the genre.)
7.  King of Hearts by Cheyenne McCray (My first erotic romance and the first time I started to think I might be able to write it…)
8.  Dragonsdawn by Anne McCaffrey (My first taste of a book with both paranormal and romance – I was hooked from then on!! AND had found what I wanted to write!)
9.  1984 by George Orwell (When I first read this I thought all his ideas were far fetched and paranoid, but now that I’m older and seeing some of them come to pass it’s just eerie, but also makes me think of the girl I was when we studied this book in high school. Wow….was I naïve…)
10.  Anything and everything by William Shakespeare with Hamlet being one of my favorites. I loved the glimpse into that time and place as well as the popular themes that I was just being introduced to when I read those… I still love those stories today.

The Pleasure Project by Cassie Ryan @TinaGerow

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THE SCIENCE OF PLEASURE by JAX

Dr. Jenesis DeBruehl had high hopes for her research—until a ruthless colleague stole it to experiment on innocent people, creating a new species of super human. Little did Jenesis imagine that years later she’d be working with one of them. And when Kincaid “Kin” Gregory persuades her to use him as her own personal test subject, neither can deny their insatiable attraction.

PROJECT SEDUCTION by Jenna McCormick

Professional pleasure companion Jace Donovan is on the brink of a major promotion. He just has to spend one week aboard the interstellar cruise ship Trist for a bachelorette party. But when he reunites with the one woman he could never forget, he risks his career for a chance to rekindle the wild passion they once shared.

A PIRATE’S PLEASURE by Cassie Ryan

Space pilot Captain Dare McFadyen never expected to be space jacked by the notorious pirate Red Death, aka Dani McGovern. And Dani never expected he’d knock her out of her boots. Now the sexy intergalactic bandit is pulling Dare into a battle between warring worlds as she kinks up his plans—and his bed…[Aphrodisia warning: This book contains Adult content]

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5.0 out of 5 stars Awesome! April 5, 2013
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I received this book straight from the author and as soon as I received it I started reading it. The Pleasure Project is a book filled with passion, love, lust and intriguing characters with a story line that will hook you right away.
Man made creatures called Morphates in The Science of Pleasure, a look into the future in Project Seduction and Pirates in A Pirate’s Pleasure; The Pleasure Project brings you three un- ordinary stories that will have you glued to its pages and making you wish you were part of their world. Three stories filled with love as well as heartbreak, three stories that are meant to be read and enjoyed by others.Three stories that are not related to one another except for how they keep you from putting the book down.

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At thirty-two, Caren had no clue her hormones could take her hostage and turn her into sixty-nine inches of pure rampant lust. This was beyond anything she’d known from her slutty past. Impossible!

The past wasn’t pretty. While she could get twisted into a sexual firecracker as a teenager, she never once experienced the explosion. Would this be more of the same?

The moment she’d looked into the handsome cowboy’s sparkling amethyst gaze, she’d lost it. She wanted him, so bad it physically hurt. And this time, damn it, she wouldn’t be denied. It was as if he pulled invisible strings inside her, awakening parts of her she didn’t know existed.

He held his shot glass up. “To getting through a lonely night a little easier.”

“I promise I get it.” Caren clinked the edge of her martini glass against his. “Whatever this is…it’s for one night only, no strings attached. You won’t get any arguments from me. This is just what I need.” Surprisingly, she didn’t mind in the least, even liked the idea of no strings.

It had been too long since she’d been with a man. Far too long. Could she do it with a modicum of restraint? She’d paid for her sexual misdeeds by being celibate since her divorce. Twelve years with a battery-operated boyfriend had been her penitence.

She’d paid in full. Since most of the time she’d worked three jobs just to give her daughter a decent life, it wasn’t hard to do without sex. Especially when sex only led to extreme frustration.

It had only been since Cindi left that her libido had rebelled. Now she didn’t work extra jobs. What was the point?

She sipped her drink and it surprised her to see J.R. do the same with his tequila. She wanted to ask if expensive tequila made it better for sipping, but no way could she afford anything off the top shelf. She’d felt self-indulgent ordering what she did at eight dollars a pop. Two more and she’d blow her budget for the rest of the month. If this cowboy wanted to buy her a drink or two, it was clear he could afford it.
As if he’d been reading her mind, he held the shot glass toward her. “Want a taste?”

Boy did she! In the worst way. Instead, she gave a negative shake of her head. When he took another sip and set the glass down, it was all she could take. With a crook of her finger, she motioned him nearer, while leaning in to meet him. Once he drew close enough, she cocked her head to avoid his hat. Caren touched her tongue to the seam of his mouth. “Tastes wonderful,” she whispered. It took everything within her power not to devour him.

He opened his mouth and captured her tongue as his lips met hers full-on. Arousal blasted her into sexual overdrive!

The taste of tequila, potent, buttery and rich, at first overpowered her as he sucked on her tongue. Not exactly how she imagined a first kiss, but she’d started this. And she wasn’t about to complain or be the first to pull away. By the time he released her, they were both breathing hard.

“Good grief.” She picked up her drink again, the liquid splashing from her trembling hand, and gulped it down. “The last time I did that is a distant memory. I don’t do spontaneous oral. Especially in public.” She gave a furtive sweep of their area to see who might be watching, who might be ready to point a wagging finger at her.

No one seemed to care. She gave a shrug before turning back to the dangerous cowboy, still unwilling to look into those dangerous eyes.

He touched her cheek, a whisper of a caress with the tip of his long finger. She tingled all over.

“I feel privileged you’ve made an exception for me,” J.R. said. His fingers feathered down to her chin and tilted her face up to where she couldn’t avoid his breathtaking gaze. “Feel free to do it again.”

Excerpt from Irresistible Forces by EM Lynley @emlynley #M/M #erotica

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EXCERPT:

Logan Flynn was near the end of the row between two empty beds. Even in partial profile, Brody recognized him. Even forty pounds lighter and with a dark shaggy beard against pale skin. Propped up with some pillows, he had his left arm in a sling.

He used to know every inch and contour of Logan Flynn’s body. Not from the kind of intimacy he might have wanted but because they had spent so much time together. In the barracks, the inevitable communal showers, and the long days and short nights that practically defined Ranger School.

How could Brody not have known him instantly even in that filthy Afghan hut?

The hospital gown was loose across his shoulders. Shoulders Brody remembered as broad and muscular. Shoulders Brody fell asleep dreaming about touching and kissing and…

Seeing him again brought back a rush of emotions Brody thought he was finished with but he’d been mistaken.Maybe it’s been too long for a simple conversation to hurt anymore.

He swallowed and tentatively made his way to Logan Flynn’s bed.

Or maybe not.

Logan didn’t see or hear him approach, even as Brody stood at the foot of his bed. Close up, Flynn looked to be in even worse shape, in the bright unforgiving light of the hospital.

“Logan?”

No response.

“Logan. It’s….”

Logan turned toward Brody, looking through him at first, then his eyes focused.

“Brody?” The hoarse whisper sent daggers through every nerve in Brody’s body. So familiar, yet so full of pain it hurt to hear him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Finally, Logan smiled. It took a moment for the obvious gladness to make its way from his mouth to his eyes. “Brody.”

Brody wished he could hold onto something for dear life. The sound of his name on Logan’s lips sent so many memories—and even more dreams and fantasies—racing through his mind and body. No, don’t think about that. Not now. Not here.

“You look good, Logan.”

Logan shook his head but he smiled even more broadly. The dark eyes were alive again, bright and lively, now even more of a contrast to the pale skin. “Fuck off.”

He was the same old Logan in so many ways, even though he didn’t resemble the man in Brody’s memory at all in others. Getting captured by the Taliban could do that to a guy. Brody grabbed an ugly orange plastic chair and dragged it over to the side of the bed, ignoring its scrape across the floor like nails on a chalkboard. The men in beds across the way stared with narrowed, angry eyes.

“So what have you been doing with yourself for the past six years, Flynn?”

It had been more than six years since he had last seen Logan Flynn, not counting the previous day’s rescue. Before that, it had been the day after graduation from Ranger School at Fort Benning, Georgia. For seven weeks of solid hell they’d been buddies. You were never supposed to be out of sight of your Ranger buddy, ever. They’d been everything to each other—almost everything—and then they hadn’t set eyes on each other since. It had been some cruel twist of logistics and staffing that they’d never ended up in the same unit or base during the intervening years.

“Well, lately, a bit of sightseeing.” Logan grinned. “You?”

“The same. I heard Afghanistan was the place to be, so I booked a trip. Beats Iraq.”

“Really? I though Iraq was the hot ticket.”

“Oh, it was. But that party’s over.” Brody paused. What the hell else was there to say? They had nothing in common anymore. A few shared weeks six years ago didn’t make them friends. “Glad you’re doing okay.” Best not to ask, just assume.

“Th-thanks. For bringing us—me—back.”

Brody just nodded. He started to get up.

“How’s Staub?”

Not fast enough. “He’s doing good. Causing trouble with the nurses. I heard that if you hadn’t treated him so quickly he might not be in as good shape. Coulda bled out on the bird.”

“Glad I could save someone.” Logan’s toneless voice almost brought tears to Brody’s eyes.

Logan frowned at Brody for a moment and then the corners of his mouth came back to neutral. He didn’t break the gaze and Brody waited, thinking Logan was going to say something.

“Brody….”

He’d been waiting six years for Logan to say his name like that.

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EM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

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Keira Andrews excerpt from Unconditional Surrender M/M @keiraandrews

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Unconditional Surrender


EXCERPT:

Jesus Christ it was cold.

With fingers stiff in his gloves, Jack flicked on his little flashlight under his sleeping bag. It was only zero-four-hundred, but it had been dark for so many hours it felt as though the night would never end. It must have clouded over, since there was no light from the moon making its way through the tent walls. He shuddered to think of what it was like in the winter when the sun barely rose at all.

Carefully, he pointed the flashlight around the tent, aiming it high to avoid waking Kin, who slept peacefully a few feet away. The red of Kin’s toque peeked out from his sleeping bag, and Jack could see his closed eyes and his nose. He was breathing deeply and evenly.

The odds of turning on the stove without waking him were nil, so Jack stayed put, shivering in his sleeping bag. Kin didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all, but Jack’s teeth chattered. He wanted to wrap himself in one of the pelts beneath them, but the idea of moving out of his bag was not appealing.

He should have turned off the flashlight since he was wasting the battery, but he found himself watching Kin sleep. He’d shared tents with dozens of men over the years, but none had intrigued him like Kin Carsen did. Not even Grant. He winced at the familiar sting of guilt twisting in his gut.

His scars flared to life, and he scrabbled at the back of his neck and shoulder, dropping the flashlight with a thud, the beam of light spinning around the tent. It was as if his flesh was burning again, and it prickled unbearably. He yanked off his gloves to scratch properly, squirming in the tight sleeping bag.

“Jack?” Kin murmured.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out. “Go back to sleep.”

Kin’s tone was sharp, all drowsiness vanished. “What is it?”

The light shone in his face, and Jack squeezed his eyes shut and burrowed into his bag. “I said it’s nothing. Leave me the hell alone.” He dug his blunt nails into his skin even though he knew it would pass faster if he left the scars untouched. The doctors said the itching was all in his head, but it was hard to believe when he trembled with hot prickles. At least he didn’t feel as cold.

“I’m only trying to help.”

“Then don’t. I don’t need your help.”

“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Sir.”

The flashlight snapped off, and when Jack opened his eyes the tent was black again. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He breathed heavily through his nose, forcing himself to stop scratching. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, okay? It’s a hundred percent me. I’m a bag of shit lately.”

There was silence for a long moment. Then, “Is that the official diagnosis?”

Jack barked out a laugh, some of the tension leeching from his body. He felt around for his gloves but couldn’t find them, so he curled his hands against his chest in the sleeping bag. “It should be. Sorry for being a drama queen. You’re more patient than I would be stuck with an FNG.”

“You’ll have to enlighten me.”

“Fucking new guy.”

Kin laughed softly, and Jack wished he could see the little dimples that creased his cheeks. He tried to think of something else he could say to make him laugh. “I wouldn’t blame you if your GAFF was pretty low right now.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Give a fuck factor.”

Kin laughed again, and despite the cold Jack felt a bloom of warmth in his chest.

“Do you have an army to English dictionary? My students would love these.”

“No, but someone should write one.”

“Maybe that should be your next assignment.”

“Maybe.”

Jack breathed easily again. There was something nice about talking in the dark in their sleeping bags. Reminded him of when he was a kid sleeping over at Jimmy Leclerc’s house, talking until all hours of the night on the old shag carpet in the basement. And just like he had with Jimmy, Jack inched closer to Kin, shifting himself as quietly as possible.

He didn’t know why he had that urge, since he was a grown man now and he didn’t have the excuse of being afraid of the dark, or the rumbles and clangs from the Leclerc’s furnace. Outside the tent there was only the steady whisper of wind. But he still felt drawn to Kin, and the low sound of his exhalations.

“What’s it like during the midnight sun? When there’s daylight twenty four hours?”

“It’s…lively. The restaurant at the hotel is open day and night since there’s always someone awake. I try to keep normal hours, but it’s hard. There’s a lot more noise, and people out and about. We pretty much hibernate in the winter and make up for it in the summer.”

“Must be strange. I guess you get used to it.”

“Yeah. It’s just the way it is. Everyone has blackout curtains. But there’s always a party going on somewhere. Once—”

Jack waited a few heartbeats. “Once what?”

“My brother snuck off and went fishing with his buddies in the middle of the night. They ‘borrowed’ a boat, and of course they got caught since there they were in the middle of the bay, clear as day. Even in the winter, there’s always someone watching. Hard to keep secrets in Arctic Bay.”

“Have you tried?”

Kin was silent for a moment. “Everyone has something to hide.”

It was all Jack could do not to ask. But he had his own secrets, and it was best to keep it all locked away, no matter how safe it felt cocooned in the dark with Kin. Anything Jack said tonight could haunt him in the dawn.

“That’s why I like coming out here. There’s only the land, and it keeps all its secrets.”

“How about the polar bears?”

Kin chuckled. “They’re the worst gossips. Never tell a polar bear something you don’t want the whole world to know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m shooting the breeze with one.” Jack flexed his fingers, rubbing his bare hands together. “Christ it’s cold. I dropped my gloves.”

“Here.”

As material rustled, Jack expected the flashlight to come on. But his heart skipped a beat as Kin spoke.

“Give me your hands.” Kin’s voice was closer.

Jack’s mouth went dry, and he heard his heartbeat thumping in his ears the way he could when he wore earplugs on planes. He shimmied his arms out of the sleeping bag and fumbled for Kin. When their fingers brushed together, he had to bite back a gasp at the flare of desire in his belly.

Smoothly, Kin took Jack’s hands between his and rubbed. He’d taken off his gloves, and he massaged Jack’s fingers. God, it felt good. Kin’s hands were slightly callused—more so than Jack would expect from a teacher. Granted he was also a Ranger, but a Saturday soldier didn’t usually get his hands that dirty.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Frostbite can happen really easily out here. You have to be careful. Your fingers are way too cold.”

Jack opened his mouth to give some kind of excuse, but any words were lost in a strangled gurgle when his index finger was enveloped by wet heat. Kin sucked, and his tongue swirled around, rough and slick at the same time. Jack was glad he wasn’t standing, since so much blood rushed to his cock that he likely would have gotten lightheaded.

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