Monday, December 29, 2014

#AFTH2014 w/ Roni Loren--she's memejacking Quote-tastic! + giveaway

Hey guys! Today one of my favorite new-to-me authors is doing a meme-jack! Yup she's hijacking Quote-tastic. Heh. Roni writes some of the best erotic romances I've laid my readery hands on. They're steamy and hilarious and gah just the best characters ever. And they will totally make you pant they're so hot. Anywho. She's got a hunk of a quote for yall today but oh the last little bit...yeah. I love it. It was such a great read. Check it out and leave Roni some love! She's giving away a print copy to someone too :D ~Anna

Good Monday morning (is that an oxymoron?). Well, it’s Monday, but let’s just ignore that, shall we?  I’m excited to stop by for Quote-tastic day and share an excerpt from my upcoming erotic romance, NOTHING BETWEEN US (releasing next week on January 6th).

This story is a m/m/f ménage romance about an agoraphobic writer who has been watching her kinky neighbor from her bedroom window for a year. But when she finally gets the nerve to start up something with him, another man also comes into both her and Colby’s life—Colby’s former student, Keats, who is now all grown up, sexy, tattooed, and in need of a place to stay. So this is not just a romance between Colby and Georgia or Colby and Keats, but a romance between the guys as well. So I thought today, I’d give you a little peek at a Colby and Keats scene.

In this scene, Keats has just accidentally overheard Georgia and Colby discussing a fantasy in another room. Keats, though he had feelings for Colby when he was younger, believes he’s straight and that his feelings back then were a fluke. So this interaction was so fun to write because I love how uncomfortable Keats gets and how Colby sets him back on his heels when Keats is trying to be a smartass. Hope you enjoy it!

Keats scoffed and pushed back from the table to stand. “Friends? Come on, Colby, that’s not what we are. You see me as some debt that needs to be paid off to erase a mark on your conscience. A mistake to fix.”

Colby closed his eyes and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. Keats had seen him do that so many times in the classroom, especially when Keats kept screwing up his chords sophomore year, but that seemed like a lifetime ago now. “Keats.”

“Look, man.” He stepped in front of him, but Colby didn’t open his eyes. “Stop putting that shit on yourself. You were the best teacher I had and the only person who gave a damn about me back then. When I left that note for my dad and stole his gun from him that night, I fully planned on ending things.” Colby looked up at that, flinching. “But I couldn’t help going to you first. And there you were, the shining example of what I could never seem to measure up to—the ‘real man’, the kind every woman wanted and no dude would challenge in a fight. It was what my dad always wished I would be.”

Colby made a disgusted sound, making his opinion of Keats’s father quite clear.

“But when you told me you were bi, it was like giving the ultimate finger to my father and all the people who thought like him. You didn’t fit in the mold. You played music. You were creative. And you didn’t give a shit if people knew you screwed guys.”

“Yes, that was exceptionally appropriate to admit to one of my students,” he said darkly.

“It was what I needed to hear,” Keats replied. “And yeah, I took it too far when I tried to kiss you, but that’s on me. A stupid kid making a stupid mistake. So whatever guilt you’re holding onto, let it go. The reason why I didn’t put a gun to my head that night was because of you. You showed me that not everyone has to fit into a certain box. That a real man is one who lives life on his terms. And that’s what I’ve been doing since. So stop feeling like you need to take me in like a stray pet.”

Colby’s jaw flexed. “It’s not like that.”

“Good,” Keats said with a nod. “Then you should have no problem giving me a ride to my place and letting me get back to my life. Like a friend.”

Colby eyed him like he wanted to grab him and shake him, but instead he let out a long breath as if steeling himself against the urge. “I’ll bring you home. But you’re coming back tomorrow to hear Georgia out. I won’t have her disappointed. You understand?”

The tone in his voice reminded Keats of the way he’d issued commands to Georgia in the fantasy, and it made something low in his gut twist. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the feeling. “You got it, Teach.”

“And stop calling me that.” He pushed away from the counter and grabbed his keys off a hook by the back door.

Keats shoved his hands in his pocket and tried to fight the grin. “Yeah, you probably prefer sir, or is it master?”

Colby peered over his shoulder with a don’t-push-it-kid expression.

“What?” Keats asked innocently.

Colby grumbled and tucked his wallet into his back pocket. “Well, now I know how long you stood in the hallway.”

Keats grabbed his bag and guitar case from the table and slung the former over his shoulder. “So do you really, you know, go there?”

“Go there?” Colby was on the move, heading toward the front of the house, obviously wanting to be done with this conversation. Keats followed him, knowing he didn’t have the right to ask the questions but too damn curious not to.

“I mean, was that just a fantasy game or is that how you are with women?”

Colby looked tired when he sank onto the couch to pull on his boots. “It’s how I am with anyone who’s in my bed.”

“Oh.” Right. With men, too. At that, unbidden images leaked into his brain. “So like a dom or whatever it’s called?”

He’d watched porn. He wasn’t completely unaware of that subculture.

Colby sniffed and stood. “Let’s go, Keats. It’s getting late. And the only people I discuss my sex life with are those who are part of it. So unless you’re making a pass at me, I suggest you stop talking and get in the damn truck.”

Keats jaw snapped together.

Colby smirked as he passed him on his way to the door. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Fuck. Keats ignored the flush of heat that brought to his face and followed him out the door.

Yeah, the sooner he got out of here, the better. Being around Colby Wilkes was a fucking hazard.
Unlike the heroine of her popular thriller series, Georgia Delaune can't afford to take risks or push sexual boundaries--unless you count spying through her neighbor's bedroom window, and never missing a single move he makes.

Colby Wilkes is more than willing to put on a show for the alluring woman next door. But his dominant side aches to show her the pleasures of submission up close. As a counselor, Colby is sensitive to Georgia's fears. As a Dom at The Ranch, a private BDSM retreat, he's the perfect teacher to unleash her passion.

But just as Georgia lowers her emotional barriers, an unexpected complication arrives: a bad boy musician from Colby's past who adds fuel to her heated imagination. Now, the lonely author has two gorgeous men eager to fulfill every fantasy she's ever written--and one she's never dared to dream....

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Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. After earning a master’s degree in social work from LSU, she worked in a mental hospital, counseled birthmothers as an adoption coordinator, and did management recruiting in her PJs. But she always returned to writing.

Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars concerts. She is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series.

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Soooos! We have a huge grand prize drawing going on during AFTH2014!
Just leave Roni a comment answering her question then jump over to THIS page to enter the Giveaway Widget!

Question: So you tell me, did any of you have a crush on a teacher back in the day? (My senior biology teacher was super cute and only 23, so I may have had a wee crush.) ~Roni

Up for grabs... a signed copy of NOT UNTIL YOU!

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