Dariel's World

Hi. I'm Dariel Raye, an interracial/multi-cultural paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and action suspense author, and every day of this journey is a learning experience. I'm also a counselor, musician, and animal lover. My stories are about all-conquering love and romance, and I enjoy hosting other authors as well. Enter a world where werewolves, vampires, multi-shifters, vamp-like Nephilim, Vodouin Fey, and all things paranormal capture our hearts...

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Sunday, December 27, 2015

Join Ocean 2 Ocean's Winter Romance Hop And Masquerade Ball




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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

"Cheerleaders In Heat" by Chrissy Laurence and Muffy Wilson



Cheerleaders in Heat
by
   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence
                @SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy                   

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WARNING:
ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. 
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. 
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?
Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls


An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 
This book does that.
It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 
journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 
Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.
This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 
twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love: 
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. 
She is reading for pointers from The Girls
  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. 
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.



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Chrissy Laurence ~

Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.
Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...
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Muffy Wilson ~ 

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.  ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. 




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Get Your Ho Ho Hos On
A Christmas Anthology
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November 2015

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the War 
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Monday, December 14, 2015

Ocean 2 Ocean Presents "Cat's In The Cradle" by Dakota McGraw



Title: “Cat’s In The Cradle”
Author: Dakota McGraw
Release Date: November 15, 2015
Genre: Cozy/Mystery
Blurb:
What does a mansion; a prize show cat and a diamond necklace have in common?

Crazy people!

That’s Professor Pamela Whitherspoons’ assessment is when she is thrown into the world of cat shows, eccentric owners and the filthy rich who have nothing else better to do. And all Pamela wanted to do was visit her sister in Los Angeles to catch some rays.

Immerse yourself in this case of a kidnapped show cat, through the eyes of reluctant amateur detective Pamela Whitherspoon, as she’s tossed in a world where a Prize Persian has an entourage larger than a rap star, and a throng of adoring fans, that is quite disturbing.

With the help of her sarcastic favorite nephew and later, a very handsome cop, Pamela tries to solve what the media is calling the Pet Crime of the Century.

Can she solve it in time to finish her summer vacation and move on with her life? Or after a insidious “accident”, is her life more in danger than she realizes?
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EXCERPT:
Hello. My name is Pamela Whitherspoon, a.k.a., amateur animal sleuth, pet detective, pooch finder, you name it. You may be wondering how I got any of those titles. Totally by accident and with a lot of reluctance I assure you.
I don’t even read mysteries on a regular. Okay, I’ll admit, I do watch that old lady writer that always shows up at someone’s house, a party or place of business, and sure enough, there’s a dead body.
But that’s the extent of my mystery acumen. So what happened, that I’m so lucky that people come to me when something inauspicious happens with one of their furry friends?
I’ll tell you. A year and a half ago I helped solved three crimes. Nothing special about the way I solved them; it was all getting in the head of the perpetrator. And since I am a professor of psychology at my local university, it was only natural. Plus some clues here and there of course. But now all of a sudden when Fido goes missing, people come to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind…too much. It’s just that I would really hate to disappoint people if I can’t help them.
You wouldn’t believe the email I get and the cases people want me to work on. Lost canaries and a beagle throwing up its dog chow. Most things a vet can solve. Others are so off the wall, I think the writers of the emails need to go see a shrink, not a detective.
Wait! Did I just refer to myself as a detective? Totally accidental I assure you. But sometimes I question my true occupation.
Now I will confess, that my last so-called case was very interesting. To be honest, it was downright heinous.
My neighbor, Mr. Harris inadvertently let his Dobermans loose and they chewed his wife to death. The police ruled it as accidental homicide. Mr. Harris was so distraught that he even insisted on having the pooches put down.
The authorities had no argument. But it wasn’t like he had a choice; the cops were going to do it for him anyway. They even footed the bill. Mr. Harris wasn’t charged with anything, but was told he couldn’t keep any kind of a pet, not so much as an ant farm!
But something didn’t seem right to me. I don’t know, call it female intuition or my psychology teaching coming into play, but something wasn’t right when Mr. Harris was giving his explanation to authorities. For two days, Harris gave the same explanation to the media, verbatim.
Now, he and Mrs. Harris weren’t exactly the poster children for Match Me Up dot com. And as I recalled she hated….no, feared those dogs. So something was definitely not jelling with his story.
I figured that out when he claimed he first sent the dogs away to a relative out of town, because they were costing too much to feed and care for. Then all of a sudden they were back. So one day, I thought I would be neighborly and give Mr. Harris a visit. Actually, I was being outright nosy.
Nothing changed in his routine to let me know that he had a different job. He and the misses didn’t mention a raise. Not that they would announce that to the world, but you can kinda tell when a person’s income changes. More material items are seen coming into the household. Maybe an addition to the home or new furniture, a vacation. There wasn’t so much as a brand new car in the driveway.
Actually, his finances changed for the worse when the dogs came back. The car they did have, a Lexus was downgraded to a Kia. So I found that odd, since he sent them away in the first place, because of lack of funds. But that wasn’t what really caught my attention and got my antennas up.
I stumbled on his paid in full bill for Dog Protection Training—with the Marines.
It was just a matter of time, a little snooping, plus promising to go out on a date with the head trainer of the dog training academy, to find out that Mr. Harris’s canines were getting more than Alpo in their life.
~ About the Author ~
Dakota McGraw has traveled all over the world and lived in several countries. In fact, she made it a point to hit all seven continents before the age of 40. And in 1998 at the age of 33, she traveled to Antarctica on a Russian Ice-breaker ship.

But before that, she lived in Italy taking voice lesions. Classically trained, she is a mezzo-soprano. Her love of classical music can be seen when she writes in her study. Sometimes it's Rachmaninoff in the background. Other times Chopin or Mozart. Whatever gets her creative juices flowing for her next crime scene.

She's dated interesting men in her life and is married to one that's even a mystery to her. LOL.

*WHISPERING* It's also said that she dated a mobster once. But she said he was in real estate... that's her story and she's sticking to it.

An aficionado of the genre herself, Dakota writes her stories with a slightly different spin. Lots of humor. Whether it's dry, out right hilarious or tongue-in-cheek. And it doesn't matter what genre.

Who else can have a character crack a joke right in the middle of a morgue scene?

Her love of the genre is so deep, she writes everything from cozies -The Pamela Whitherspoon Mysteries; to romantic suspense -The Vincent Kapoulous Mysteries and even crime/comedy (her own made up genre. LOL). Look out for The Lady and the Mobster coming out early January.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

"Welcome To The World": 3 Christmas Stories by Pablo Michaels

          Secret Santa                   Little Old St. Nick              The Christmas Car
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The Secret Santa
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Pablo Michaels
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ISBN: 978-0-9943462-8-5
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Blurb:

Waking amidst a cloud of white powder, Devon cannot believe what he beheld, an image of his childhood fantasy, a skimpily dressed hunk, portraying Santa Claus. The Secret Santa, Erik, taunts Devon with erotic gestures in conveying Santa’s message for Devon to be enlisted as a Secret Santa. Devon must perform certain tasks to prove his love and loyalty to his lover, Peter. Continuously appearing and vanishing in a shroud of white powder, Erik guides Devon along his path to attain his goal. But Erik tempts him sexually, especially when Devon is exercising to perfect his body for Peter on Christmas Day. Devon attempts to tell Peter about the mysterious Secret Santa but receives a disbelieving response. Through all the temptations and with approach of the big day, how does Peter react to the surprise Christmas Eve party which he did not want? Does Devon prove his love and loyalty to Peter?

Excerpt:

 Devon jolted awake from a deep sleep. Opening his eyes, slowly, he focused through a plume of twinkling, white powder to a stranger standing at the foot of the bed. He thought he was imagining this six foot tall man, sculpted like a Greek god. His head was adorned with a red and white Santa hat. His trimmed, snowy white beard blended with the long hair cascading down to his ivory, cropped hairy chest. Scrutinizing him more thoroughly, he realized he was not an apparition but real. Devon’s penis surged into erection, as he stared at the fluffy, red jockstrap, accenting the large bulge beneath. He couldn’t ignore the black leather suspenders attached to the waistband of the Christmas themed loin cloth and the shiny, dark, leather boots, stretching to his knees. He never imagined Santa Claus would excite him as this man did.
“Who are you?” Devon gasped, accelerating his curiosity into unfamiliar fantasies. 
“Don’t you recognize me, Devon?” The man bellowed a hearty laugh.
“You look like the Santa Claus from my childhood memories.” Devon mumbled, secretively.
“Have you given up on the true spirit of Christmas?” The Santa Claus imposter smiled and sat at the edge of the bed next to Devon.  
Devon’s right hand brushed a few strands of his unruly hair from his eyes. Becoming more alert, he focused his eyes more from the previous distorted vision. He turned to wake Peter, but his partner was gone. 
“Peter left an hour ago.  Don’t you remember he had to work early?”
“How do you know our names?”
“You still don’t believe?” The man smiled, his sparkling, cobalt blue eyes radiating erotic warmth.     
“You can’t be the real Santa Claus,” Devon insisted.
“Why?”
“You’re just not. For one, you can’t be real.”
“Oh, I am real. Want to touch?” The man extended his muscular arm within Devon’s reach.
Devon wrapped his two hands around his biceps. “Okay. So you are real. Man, are you really real. But you are not Santa Claus.”
”Well…-no.  But I’m a special assistant, assigned to help him.”
“You’re one of his elves, then?”
“No. Look at me. Do I really look like an elf?”
“Yeah right. You can’t be one of Santa’s elves. You’re too big. And the size of that bulge beneath your very revealing jockstrap would definitely eliminate you.” 
 “I’m a Secret Santa. I was sent here to rekindle your love and happiness.” The secret assistant edged closer, the bulge in his pouch becoming more pronounced.
“Did the real Santa Claus send you to seduce me?”
“Oh; no, no, no!  You’ve been selected to be a Secret Santa, like me.” He shimmied next to Devon, until there was physical contact between them. “I’ll teach you how to become a Secret Santa. I’ll reignite the fire of your passion with an exceptional power found in a special recipe from the North Pole’s almighty vault. Ultimately, Peter’s happiness will be restored.” He stooped, rubbing his broad shoulders against Devon’s chest. He looked up at Devon and smiled.
“I’m getting aroused? This shouldn’t be happening, if you were sent by the real Santa.”
“I’m only testing you, and your love for Peter. And to evaluate your qualifications.” He set his hand on Devon’s thigh, massaging it, firmly.
“A test? This is the worst temptation I’ve had in years. What’s your name?”
“It will get easier,” he spoke softly, continuing to grope his leg. “I’m Erik, of Nordic descent.”
Little Old St. Nick
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“Is sex before dinner with Little Old St. Nick the true meaning of Christmas?”

Jonathan and Prescott have a fairy tale relationship until one year when they hit rock bottom. A last ditch effort by Prescott to decorate for the holidays accompanied by their next door older neighbor’s kinky gifts and a Christmas dinner. Jacob has the appearance of a little old ST. Nick. His efforts help Jonathan and Prescott resolve their problems. Years later Jonathan has the same opportunity to help their neighbors by playing the role of Little Old St. Nick. Does sex before Christmas dinner play an important part of Christmas to Little Old St. Nick? 

Excerpt:

Jonathan and Prescott lived a fairy tale romance, especially during the holiday season. They loved each other with devotion, never expressing jealousy. They were both very handsome men and took pride in their grooming, never to allow sloppiness to enter their lifestyle. Every year, they celebrated Christmas and the holidays with unusual and exotic festivities.   Jonathan studied the display of twinkling, multi-colored lights he had strung on the on the Christmas tree. Looks good. But lacks something. Ah, yes, the ornaments, of course. I’m so glad we collected our ornaments from all over the world. They’re our memories of our fabulous trips. I can remember where we got that hand-blown glass one. Let me look for it. It was from Germany. The colors in it are so beautiful. It is so amazing how the lights dazzle you as they reflect through it. He unwrapped the ornaments, carefully setting them aside to hang, momentarily. Here it is. He hung the ornament and watched the lights filter through the various hues of glass.   Ah, yes. Just as I remembered it. He continued to hang the ornaments on the tree.
   Upon finishing the decorating, Jonathan sat in the windowsill, inspecting the tree for any empty spaces. He found the tree adequately filled with enough ornaments. He turned and watched the snow fall on the tall spruce tree in the front yard. It had cloaked the tree, the lights he had strung almost disappearing. Our yard looks so nice, the tree lit up and the eaves of the roof sparkling brightly with all the colors. It will be so nice to have all our friends and family here for the party. Everyone seems to enjoy it. I am so glad that the food we collected for the needy will help out this year. Times have been rough and people need food, especially on Christmas. I hope Prescott likes the presents I give him this year. It wasn’t easy finding things original. I think he will be so hot in that see through jock strap. He has such a nice dick. The way tapers to a big bulging crown when it’s hard. I love our sexual romp in bed while the prime rib cooks for Christmas Day dinner. I love the holidays. It’s so festive.
   He watched a UPS truck pull up. The man jumped out with a bundle of packages for their neighbor across the street, Jacob. Our Little Old St. Nick has been remembered. I wonder who started calling him that. Prescott or me? But he does look like Santa. His little pot belly, that snow white hair and beard. Even his eyes sparkle when he laughs. He’s such a dirty old man, though. I love his stories with Rosa. He tells us everything that goes on with her. Even their sexual escapades. He’s funny. He has certainly enjoyed our Christmas dinners. I hope we have his strong sexual drive when we’re his age. He made us laugh that time he gave us a box of condoms. He brings us mistletoe each year and begs to watch us kiss. I suppose that is why we call him Little Old St. Nick.   The UPS man drove his truck down the street. Jonathan continued to watch the snow pile up again on the street, remembering their Christmas morning event. First, we open our stockings. Then, we rush to the Community Center and feed a hot meal to the homeless for the annual Christmas Feast. We donate coats and sweaters.  We’re not quite as guilty for having prime rib and spending money on lavish gifts for ourselves.
   But it was not always a season of joy and harmony. Back in the first years of their relationship, they did not have it so good. Jonathan was unemployed. They lived each day on a dwindling budget; they barely had enough food for Christmas Day dinner.

The Christmas Card
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Billie hands his partner, Glenn, his Christmas card, a picture of them in scant underwear taken years before when their bodies were younger. Billie requests they undress and get into the same underwear, depicted on the cover of the card for a night of frolic. When the Christmas carols begin to play on the stereo, Glenn is surprised by the four bartenders from the new bar, My Man cave, holding large Christmas ornaments in front of their naked bodies to assist in decorating for Christmas. The a little later, there is a knock at the dining room door. The salesman from the Christmas tree lot delivers their tree without any clothes. Finally, their hunky neighbor arrives in a Santa suit to help celebrate in the festivities. Can Glenn hold out for the final celebration in bed with Billie?


Excerpt:

“Open this and you’ll find out how I’m trying to be good this year.” Billie handed Glenn an envelope.
Glenn opened a Christmas card. “Oh, no. This is the picture of our first Christmas together. You were really devious that year. ” But he was still suspicious of Billie’s intentions. “Where’d you find this picture?”
“Never mind. Why don’t you give me a kiss? Just like you did under that mistletoe in the picture?”
“You have to wear some underwear like you did that day."
“That’s a definite possibility when we get home. But only if you wear a red jockstrap.”
Glenn ignored his comment, studying the cover of the card more carefully, while Billie paid the waiter.  
On the drive home from the restaurant, Glenn reminisced over the first Christmas they had spent together fifteen years ago. Billie had hung mistletoe from a eucalyptus tree limb in the backyard of the house. He knew Billie had saved those Santa hats. They took pictures of each other, grasping a branch that suspended horizontally, dressed in only red Santa hats and festive underwear, Glenn in his red jockstrap and Billie in thin, red silky briefs. Of course, that was many years before when they were much younger, very much in love, and willing to do almost anything sexually bold.
“I suppose you hung mistletoe from a tree in our backyard?”
“No, but there is some hanging above the steps in the dining room. We can take pictures again for our Christmas cards next year.” Billie parked the car in front of their house.
“I don’t think so. Not at our age. I don’t think our friends would be thrilled by me in a jockstrap.”
“You’d be surprised. You’re still very sexy.”
They walked into the house, everything was festive inside, except the tree which had yet to be decorated.
"How much did you have to beg or do for whoever helped you for your Christmas gift?" Glenn opened the card again. He remembered the chill of the cold December air rushing around and through him, especially since he had been dressed only in his seasonal, red and white jockstrap that first Christmas. "I’m getting cold just thinking of that first Christmas."
"Not a thing, when I said it was for you. Don't you think I'd be sizzling hot in a pair of underwear you like so much?" Billie bragged about the low-cut red briefs he had worn that year, purposely to taunt him. Glenn preferred the satin-smooth nylon fabric.  The thin silk-like fabric aroused him. He liked to feel Billie’s dick hardening through the flimsy underwear. "Yes, you would look enticing. I don’t believe your gift didn’t cost anything.”
“I’ll be right back.” Billie interrupted him, escaping from Glenn’s inquisition, rushing to their bedroom. He quickly shed all his clothes and pulled out a pair of red boy shorts from the drawer in the dresser. The material was thin and soft to the touch. I know he’ll like these. He slipped them on and put on the familiar Santa hat. He pulled out a red jockstrap for Glenn and placed it on the bed next to the other Santa hat.
As he entered the living room, Billie flaunted his attire.


About the Author:

Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a shy, friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong.
He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story in 1986 in a literary magazine.
After writing plays, short stories, poetry, and two novels, he began writing gay genre stories, since he had more knowledge and experience with gay lifestyle. Trying to publish, he went to a library seminar hosted by two published authors. Inspired by the gay writer, Scott Kemble he connected with him on the internet site for The San Francisco Bay Area Literary Arts Newsletter and Review, which published four of Pablo's short stories.
Feverously writing since 2004, he published his first e-book, “Pagan Knights of Cambria“ with Life of Riley Productions in London. Soon a mainstream story, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again Hooray", published also. In 2012 Pablo self-published his first novel, "Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time", combining mystery and humor in a gay, erotic romance. He continues to write more episodes in his next novel, The Deer in the Forest The plot spreads over several decades, about a man's attempts to adapt to the world he lives, all with love, heartache, history and survival at no cost. 
His latest article, Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs, was just published in the very popular SimplySxy.com online magazine. You can read the insightful article here. http://simplysxy.com/articles/2015/06/08/why-gay-men-retire-to-palm-springs/ 
Pablo retired from gardening and landscaping to devote his energy to write fiction. As a gay man he wishes to promote his writing in the fictional, gay genre to help others understand the necessity for equal rights for LGBT people and comprehend that love between a man and a man, people of the same sex, is as natural as love between a man and a woman. Throughout his lifetime he has experienced the long battle of achieving acceptance. He has searched for a committed relationship with another man. He has loved his partner for eighteen years. They were married legally in front of Harvey Milk's bust in the rotunda of San Francisco City Hall by a judge, in 2008. Although their marriage remained legal after the passage of Proposition 8, they continued to work to repeal DOMA and Prop. 8. Throughout his life he has attempted to live and practice peace as a process for living.
His book, Blood, Sweat and Black Leather, a gay paranormal romance, was published by Yellow Silk Dreams in January 2015. His Latest book, Affairs of Men’s Hearts, published in May 2015 by Yellow Silk Dreams is an anthology of four stories connected by the themes of gay men seeking love with another man, from wishful thinking male to male romances to gay marriage.

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Monday, December 7, 2015

"Europe In Love" by Jacqueline George: 4 Sexy Stories In One

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Europe in Love
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Jacqueline George
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Four beautiful and romantic stories from a mistress of the Good Life. Colourful, erotic, a wonderful blend of European places and history.

From the sophistication of Paris to the Carpathians in war time,from modern Bremen to ancient Hungary, Jacqueline paints rich, erotic pictures of love and romance in the Old World.

 

Things to do in Bremen

I was brought up in Europe. I’m from Australia now, passport and all, and can’t imagine living anywhere else. The weather is so much better, for a start, and the scenery…
But you never really forget your roots. When I think of Europe now, I think of… what? The richness, I suppose. Helsinki and Milan are so much further apart than Chicago and Houston, even if the physical distance is similar. Food, language, culture, history – they are just so different. So different that you have to look hard for the common thread that ties Europe together. And I guess that thread is history. Over the last few thousand years, the people in Europe have been jogging along, now pushing forward, now taking a step back. Now building new things, now having the corners knocked off them, all the time generating a common core that means that, despite all the differences, there is such a thing as a European culture and way of looking at life. Here on the fringes of Australia, I miss that.
I sat down to write Europe in Love so I could combine romance and Europe in a true-to-life way. One thing you can definitely say about Europeans is that they have been doing naughty and romantic things for so much longer than us in the New World…
What shall I tell you about Deena? I shall certainly say that she is a beautiful woman. She is dark chocolate brown, and has long hair so black that it sometimes shines like a raven’s wing. She has an old fashioned figure, with nothing boyish about it. She has a waist, which most modern girls do not, and breasts that are not large but are very round and generous. I love the curve of her hips, and her plump female bum. That is something I can hardly stop myself stroking, and once I found out what she liked to do with it, I was trapped.
The first time we met, she virtually invited herself into my bed and made love very sweetly. I never would have managed by myself. I have never been good at persuading women and although I have some female friends, dating and all that goes with it are a foreign country for me. Deena overwhelmed me. So beautiful, such a lovely attractive smile and bouncy personality, but why had she come to me? By the second time we met, I was smart enough to have suspicions.
We arranged to meet at Paulaner’s on Schlacte, near the river. It was a busy evening, everyone was having fun, and we sat at the bar enjoying ourselves. I talked about work, she talked about her engineering course at the University, and we began to get to know each other a little more. Then Deena started talking about her poor mother back in Trincomalee and, man of the world that I try to be, I thought Right, now I understand. She’s going to ask for money.
And that is what she did, but she did it with embarrassment and that made things easier. (I now know she is an accomplished actor and is never embarrassed about money.) She wanted fifty euros, sent by PayPal. Not a big sum, and well worth the fun she promised, but I did not want her to think me soft and stupid.
I don’t know what made me do what I did next. Please believe it is completely out of character for me. Perhaps it was the beer talking but I said maybe, and whispered in her ear, “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
She sat up sharply and said “What? Now? Here?” 
I was prepared to be reasonable. “You could take them off in the toilets.” She gave me an unbelieving look and, with pursed lips, grabbed her bag and slipped off her bar stool. She returned very quickly. She looked flustered as she climbed back onto her stool and passed me a small, tightly compacted ball of black lace. I raised my glass to her.
“How do you feel, Deena? Good?” She bit her lip and did not answer.
“Are you worried? Do you think anyone knows you’re not wearing any knickers? Only me, and I like the idea.”
“Well, I don’t! Some-one might see.”
“How? They’d have to lie on the floor as you walked by. Unless you showed them, of course. Would you like that?” I was enjoying myself and thought that, for once, I was in charge.
Deena sat and thought about her feelings. I could see a change coming over her, as if we were sharing a conspiracy. “It feels very naughty,” she said. “I know it’s a secret, but I feel as if everyone knows. Let’s go home and we’ll send that money to my mother.”
I pretended to think about her suggestion. I did not want to end the fun. “You don’t want another drink?”
“No.” She leaned nearer to whisper. “Hurry up, I’m wet already.”
Sometimes, I am not a nice person. I try to be better, but that night I said, “Let’s do a deal. We’ll go home and transfer a hundred euros to your mother, but only if someone else sees your pussy before we get there.”
She turned to the bar and put her head in her hands, but said nothing. I watched and wondered if I had pushed too hard. She took a quick look around the room, and put her head back in her hands. Then, when she felt ready, she reached out one hand to me for support and, twisting her hips, she reached a leg down to the floor and slipped off the side of her stool. For a moment her dress remained on the stool and I could see her legs as far as her hips. Beyond her, a man sitting at a table stared in shock as she slid out of her dress. She did not see his shock - her eyes were fixed on mine - but once she had stood up and allowed her dress to fall back into place, she did see him smile and pretend to mop his brow. She had been exposed in public for perhaps a second.
Deena hurried me out of the bar and into the night. “You’re very sexy,” I tried to tell her, but she was not listening. She pushed me into a shop doorway and frantically attacked my zip. As soon as she had freed my cock, she put her arms around my neck and said, “Quick! Lift me up”
I reached under her and lifted. She was wet and ready, and I slipped into her easily. I held her against the wall and she wrapped arms and legs around me. Her panting in my ear quickly turned into a long moan as she came, and then came again with me.
She was smiling as I set her back on the ground. One of her shoes had fallen off, and she leant against the wall and gave me her foot to put it back on. I could feel her trembling. We carried on home, to send the money for her mother, and to make long, slow love with her riding my cock as I lay on the floor.
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Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at www.jacquelinegeorgewriter.com








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