Friday, November 23, 2012

Do you like sexy Military Men?





(Thanks Will for the great photos)


What about sexy Army Rangers?

Yeah?

Then you'll love Tuck & Cover
Coming to Silver publishing TOMORROW! November 24th

You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy. Some of the events he didn't get exactly right. Here's the way I remember it going down.

You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy, but he didn't get all the details exactly right. Tuck will argue the point; but I assure you, a few facts he definitely got wrong. I don't blame him or claim that he lied intentionally. At the time he was, if you remember, a little sexually frustrated; and it may have skewed his thinking just a wee bit. To this day, I still tease him about it. This is my take on our wild and crazy ride.
"Rangers Lead The Way!"
Owen
AUTHOR'S ADVISORY: This book contains Badass Army Rangers having hot sex!

Buy Link:  https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/products_id/1309/

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Snippet from WIP Wrong



Nails torn and ragged, pads of fingertips rubbed raw, I smeared red across mortar while struggling to find purchase on the abrasive brick. The repulsive stench of piss and rotting garbage overwhelmed my senses, burning my nose and coating my tongue with a pungent flavor. I wasn’t sure which was worse, smelling it or tasting it, but it didn’t matter. 

There was no choice. 

I harshly breathed in the acrid odor through flared nostrils. I didn’t dare unclench my jaw or unclamp the teeth that were nestled deep in the meaty flesh of my bottom lip. At least the coppery tang of blood made the taste of the alley bearable. The salty flavor kept the nausea in check that threatened from racing up and spilling out in retching waves.  But to relax for even a second put me in danger of crying out at the searing pain. 

I refused to give my pain a voice.

“What’s the matter, boy, can’t take it like a man?”  the stranger’s taunting voice had challenged when he'd met me in the alley.

 This nobody. A trick. In his expertly tailored dark suit, Ferragamo lace-up shoes, and black cashmere overcoat. Slumming on the wrong side of the tracks to fuck men in dark, rotting alleyways. He had dared to think I wasn’t man enough?

5 star review for Tuck & Cover


SJD Peterson’s TUCK AND COVER is the sequel to the first book in the Rough Rangers series, BATTLE BUDDY. I love what she has done with these two books and their POVs, and let me tell you why.
Books told in the first person give you an inside look at the motivations and thoughts of one of the MCs. I’ve read books that use first person for two different characters and if not done very skillfully that can confuse the reader.
BATTLE BUDDY is told in first person from Tuck’s POV. When I read this book and reviewed it I admit I was a little bit tangled up by why Owen joined the Army and why he pursued Tuck, who was always angry at Owen.
Ah ha! Those questions are answered in TUCK AND COVER, which is most of the same ground covered again but this time from Owen’s POV. It was great to see events from a different perspective and see everything coming together.
SJD Peterson remains one of my favorite authors because she has a clear style of writing, develops characters who are so realistic and endearing I want to meet them, and ties everything together with a plot that flows smoothly.
Please see my complete review on Release Day, November 24, 2012 at http://mrsconditreadsbooks.com/index....

Saturday, November 17, 2012

A Birthday Party Bash

 

A Happy Birthday Message from Paloma
Today I’m celebrating turning forty. Woo Hoo! I’ve never been bothered by getting older and I think it’s because I’ve always been surrounded by older people… I’m the youngest sibling of six and all of my friends have all reached this mile marker and are eagerly waiting for me around the next curve and to be honest, so much respect comes with age. So here’s forty cheers to turning forty.


I invited some of my author friends to celebrate my birthday with me in an on-line birthday party. And can I just say I was totally overwhelmed by the response… some great authors have joined me today to share 40 really fabulous books with you. Be ready to add some to your TBR Lists! 


Be sure to read all the way to the end because we’re also giving away 40 Books! Consider it your present for stopping in to celebrate with me.

Paloma

Check out the blog by clicking the banner above or typing in this link: http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-birthday-party-book-bash.html#.UKdYCIZicuI


This is the list of participants...



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Sunday, November 11, 2012

Anthology Announced!!

I've been posting little snippets of a story I've been working on called "Wrong" teasers as they say. What I didn't mention was what my plans were for this story.  This morning Eric Arvin let the cat out of the bag on his blog!!

PREPARE YESELF!! Big announcement here. In the works now, a new anthology featuring work by Tj Klune, S.A. McAuley, Sjd Peterson, Abi Roux, Cyndie Hastey, and yours truly. Unconventional stories by unconventional writers. The title is Crack the Darkest Sky Wide Open and is set for release this May.


Eric also has some more exciting news for other projects he's working on. You can check out the complete list HERE



You can't imagine how honored I am to be included with this amazing list of authors. I am truly humbled they have allowed me to be part of this project!!  So go check out Eric's announcements and I'm going to go do a little happy dancing around the house!!

~Hugs~
Jo

Monday, November 5, 2012

Another Sneak Peek - Tuck & Cover



Standing outside the hall with a dozen other soldiers, I waited for orders that would start my journey with the Fourth Ranger Training Battalion. Not a single man said a word, but as I studied each one, I could tell they were doing the same thing I was, sizing each other up. One short, stocky soldier stood shuffling nervously from foot to foot, wringing his hands. His hazel eyes shifted constantly, never settling on one thing. I didn't bother reading the name stitched on his shirt; he wouldn't be making it through the first phase. A tall soldier, though still a couple inches shorter than my six foot, four inch height, sneered at me with cold gray eyes when I met his gaze. I wasn't the least bit intimidated. I cocked my head, my lip itching to curl into a smile. I had to give this guy—Thompson, the patch informed me—credit. His agenda was clear: find the biggest and baddest dog and try to bring him to heel. God, I love a challenge, and I hoped this Thompson character would be able to provide me with some entertainment.
The sound of a vehicle pulling in behind me grabbed my attention. Checking out the newest recruits would be more exciting than giving this joker any more consideration. I smiled and winked at him, fighting back laughter when his scowl deepened, and I swear I could hear him growl. All bark and no bite was the first thing that popped into my head. I controlled the urge to roll my eyes until I turned my back on him.
The bus pulled to a halt and all my hard-fought ground of setting aside the desires of the flesh for a man I barely knew flew out the window as a sexy soldier with sapphire blue eyes stepped off the bus.
"Well I'll be a son of a bitch, Tuck!" I yelled excitedly before thinking better of it.
Tuck froze, his eyes going wide, and then a strange look crossed his face. Was it disappointment? I pushed the thought aside. Tuck's mouth was moving as he shook his head slightly, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. My body was on the move before I'd even given it permission to do so. A couple long strides and I had Tuck wrapped in a bear hug. My body instantly went from warm to scorching hot the instant our bodies connected. I ran my hand down the sinew of his back, swallowing a moan that threatened to rise; my other hand fisted in Tuck's shirt, and I pulled him closer. My heart rate went nuts as blood heated and rushed through my system on a fast track to my groin, and I needed a minute to get myself under control. It was a losing battle when Tuck's unique scent enveloped me as my arms surrounded him.
Tuck stayed stiff against me, and I felt a weak pat against my back before I was shoved roughly backward. "Owen, I ummm…" Tuck brought his hand to his mouth and coughed. A fake smile played across Tuck's lips, and I could hear the struggle in his voice to keep it neutral when he said, "Hey Bradford, didn't realize they let people like you into Ranger School."
I couldn't help but be amused by Tuck's discomfort, my eyes roaming down his body appreciatively before I met his gaze again. I licked my bottom lip, the message clear when I teased, "Guess that makes two of us they let in."
A CO standing on the steps to the hall began barking orders. I turned my head for only a second but when I turned back around, Tuck was shouldering his bag and practically running toward the barracks. Sighing, I turned and walked back to my own duffle and picked it up off the ground. Just as I stood, Thompson brushed past, his shoulder bumping mine.
"I take it that was your faggot boyfriend," he said vehemently as he passed.
I stiffened but reined in my shock quickly. I wasn't about to be baited. When the dumb shit glanced back over his shoulder, I was smiling broadly and winked. Laughter burst out of me when Thompson's face deepened to an angry shade of red. He then turned back around and stomped off in the direction of the barracks. I headed in the same direction, my mood apparently much better than his as I continued to laugh.


 
 
You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy. Some of the events he didn't get exactly right.  Here's the way I remember it going down. 

You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy, but he didn't get all the details exactly right. Tuck will argue the point; but I assure you, a few facts he definitely got wrong. I don't blame him or claim that he lied intentionally. At the time he was, if you remember, a little sexually frustrated; and it may have skewed his thinking just a wee bit. To this day, I still tease him about it. This is my take on our wild and crazy ride.
"Rangers Lead The Way!"
Owen
AUTHOR'S ADVISORY: This book contains Badass Army Rangers having hot sex!

Book #2 in the Rough Rangers series Coming November 24th - Now available for Pre-Order
 
Battle Buddy ( Rough Rangers, #1)
Available Now

Shane Tucker joined the Army to hide behind "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". It was working too, until he was paired with sexy Owen Bradford as his Battle Buddy. If boot camp doesn't kill him, the temptation of Owen's sinful body surely will.


Shane Tucker joins Uncle Sam's Army at nineteen. Tucker is gay, but not ready to be open about his orientation and "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" seems like a convenient way to avoid having to dealing with his sexuality.

The Army suits Tucker; he does well right from the beginning. Things get harder for Tucker during boot camp when he is assigned a "Battle Buddy".  Owen Bradford is a walking, talking wet dream, with no concept of personal space--he especially likes being in Tucker's personal space. Tucker barely survives boot camp living with the constant temptation that is Owen Bradford.

Two years later, Tucker--now in the Army Ranger program--is paired up with Owen once again. Getting through training while ignoring the sizzling sexual tension between him and his "Battle Buddy" might be the biggest test of Tucker's military career.

  
Get your copy HERE

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Beyond Duty - More Photos of Mac & Gunny

The goodreads M/M Romance group did there annual group anthology, This year the event was called, "Love is Always Write." I searched through the photos and letters and found this photo posted by  Virginia:
asking that their story be told. I fell in love with the photo and was lucky enough that no one had chosen it and Mac & Gunny's story was told in Beyond Duty.  I recently found some more photos of Bo Ladashevska (the one facing us) and Guy Primeau and had to share. (The site gives permission to post them and you can check it out HERE)

I hadn't seen these photos until just recently but now that I have, I'm shocked at how well they work with the story I told and shows Bo aka "Gunny" as the submissive. I can't think Virginia enough for inspiring Beyond Duty and a HUGE thank you to all those who have read and rated "Beyond Duty" on All Romance Ebooks. Five months after it was published it's still listed in the top 5 highest rated BDSM books. Thank  you! 
(If you haven't read it you can check it out HERE for free)

Beyond Duty

By: SJD Peterson | Other books by SJD Peterson
Published By: SJD Peterson
Published: Jun 06, 2012
ISBN # SJDPTS000002
Word Count: 9,296
Heat Index     
Price: $0.00
Available in: Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi), Adobe Acrobat
Categories: Gay BDSM Contemporary
Description
genre: contemporary
tags: BDSM; sexy marines; DADT; flogging; bondage; dirty talk; misunderstanding
content warnings: none
words: 9,296
 
Reader Rating:  starstarstarstarstar
Sensuality Rating:   lipliplipliplip

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Micah aka "PUP"

The story I am writing for NaNoWriMo is entitled "PUP" and is the first book in the Guarding Folsom series. A spin off based on Ty & Blake's life and friends in New York.  I'm right on track with the word count which is awesome and now I have found my PUP  What do you think?

Mario Blanco is my inspiration for Micah

At time's he looks so sweet and innocent, the perfect little "sub" boy




But beneath that sweet and innocent exterior. MY OH MY has he grown into a very naughty "PUP"



Friday, November 2, 2012

3 weeks till Tuck & Cover

You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy. Some of the events he didn't get exactly right.  Here's the way I remember it going down. 

You may have heard the story of my time in boot camp and Ranger School in Shane Tucker's published diary entitled Battle Buddy, but he didn't get all the details exactly right. Tuck will argue the point; but I assure you, a few facts he definitely got wrong. I don't blame him or claim that he lied intentionally. At the time he was, if you remember, a little sexually frustrated; and it may have skewed his thinking just a wee bit. To this day, I still tease him about it. This is my take on our wild and crazy ride.
"Rangers Lead The Way!"
Owen

AUTHOR'S ADVISORY: This book contains Badass Army Rangers having hot sex!

Available November 24th. Now available for PRE-ORDER HERE

Sneak Peek Excerpt:

Chapter One

Sua Sponte, Latin for "of their own accord" were my first spoken words. At least they were if you believe Col. Robert Owen Bradford II. I'm more inclined to agree with my mom who swears my first words were probably "mama" or "dada", but it really is quite pointless to argue with the Colonel.
Being the only son of Robert and Sally Bradford, I've been conditioned since birth to become the next in a long line of men to serve in the United States Army, more specifically as an Army Ranger. My father and his father before him were both members of this illustrious group of soldiers, and I was expected to "strive for and reach no less of an achievement," in the words of dear, old dad. Try growing up with those expectations. Worse yet, try being reminded each time Grandpa Bradford came over that, "Owen, it's your legacy. I was part of the assault landing on the Dog White sector of Omaha beach in 1944." By the age of five, I knew the drill when he would ask me, "What outfit is this?" To which I would reply, "Fifth Rangers, sir."
"Well, goddammit, if you're Rangers, lead the way!"
Now, having a grandpa that was present at the birth of the Ranger motto is a hell of a big set of combat boots to follow. For me personally, with grandpa having dinner with us weekly, by the age of twelve I was beyond bored with it; but I was, and am, going to do my best to fill those boots.
I'm not an only child. I have two sisters: Jenny, who is two years older than I am, and Megan, three years younger. However, in the Colonel's eyes, they have less value. Not that my father is a bad husband to my mother or even a bad father to my sisters; but like those from a time gone by, the Colonel believes that, while a woman is to be honored, loved, and protected, it is the male child that is the coveted prize or attestation of his manhood. More specifically, the son has the honor of carrying on his father's legacy. I have the added burden of being a second son and my dad's last hope of carrying on the tradition. The firstborn would be my brother, Robert Owen Bradford III. He died from a heart defect when he was only a few hours old. Hence the simplicity of my name: Owen no-middle-name Bradford.
I knew exactly what I was in for when I arrived at the Harmony Church area of Fort Benning, Georgia. Where Tuck got the bright idea to join the Army when he turned nineteen and spent a couple of months training to prepare for his journey, I joined at twenty with twenty years of training. For me, the only thing I wasn't prepared for was my reaction to a six foot, two inch, one-hundred-seventy pound teenager.
Leaning against the wall and running a hand over my new buzz cut, the short lengths tickling against my palm, I looked up and froze. Like dead-fucking-froze, hand on my head, mouth gaping open, and body tensing pleasantly when I spotted the sexiest man I'd ever seen as he stood in line waiting for his turn in the barber's chair.
"Well hello, soldier," I muttered under my breath, careful not to be heard.
Head full of shaggy brown hair, Tuck had that dumbfounded look that the majority of the other recruits were sporting. The look of docility on the man's face definitely called to my more dominant side. The moment I got a glimpse of eyes so fucking blue they looked like dark sapphires and a face that seemed to take every facial feature I'd found attractive and placed them together in one perfect piece of work, I was captivated. When my eyes wandered down that lean, muscular body to a gloriously tight, round ass, I knew I had to have some of that. I caught a few other glimpses of Tuck while we were stuck in the reception battalion, better known as Purgatory, but I never got a chance to talk with him—feel him out, so to speak. But, I kept my eye on him. Tuck is one of those people you can't help but stare at. I spent the next two weeks watching and waiting for my opening.
It was on that first day of "real" training—right after a period in The Reception Battalion, aka Purgatory— that I happened to be standing in the yard and, therefore, watching as the Sergeant stomped up to Tuck—who was the last off the bus—and screamed, "Are you always this goddamn slow, Private?"
"No, Sir," Tuck responded in confusion, looking around the yard.
Oh, shit! The man obviously hadn't seen too many military movies, since even films make jokes about calling a sergeant, sir. I just shook my head and did my best to hide my smile. I mean, really, who hasn't seen Stripes?
"Sir?" the sergeant roared. "I work for a living, boy! You call me Sergeant Croft."
Tuck then made the classic mistake of meeting the Sergeant's eyes, and I coughed to cover my laughter but was obviously unsuccessful. I received a brief death glare from Tuck just as Croft got in his face and went off on an impressive rant about eyeballing. I figured it was my lack of sympathy at Tuck's discomfort, or maybe the snort that snuck out of me, that set the tone for further interactions between us. Tuck never stopped glaring at me or doing his best to avoid any interaction with me. His dismissal of me only fueled my desire to want to fuck with him.
I finally got my chance during the final week of Phase I when those glorious words were uttered by Sergeant Croft while assigning Battle Buddies.
“Bradford with Tucker.”
Tuck's eyes were wide; sweat glistened on his brow in the early morning sun. His hand trembled as he scrubbed it across his face. I watched, curious, as his shocked blue eyes wandered down my body and back up. Heat infused me at the lust obvious when our eyes met once again. It gave me all the encouragement I needed. I'm cocky and tenacious when I want something. I don't go after the impossible, but I also knew I wasn't the only one affected.
The way Tuck tells it when I was assigned as his Battle Buddy he set out to fuck up more than usual just to piss me off. Ah, no, that isn't how it went down. When our names were called out together, it was all the proof I needed that first, the curse my ex-fuck Kyle had tried to voodoo on me which involved bad karma following me for dumping him, hadn't worked. We screwed twice, for Christ's sake, both times in a bathroom stall; and he started talking about picking out curtains. Yeah, Kyle's curses were about as potent as his sexual charms. Secondly, and more importantly, when my name was called along with Tuck's, it was like a sign from the higher-ups that they were answering the little prayer I'd said involving me, locked doors, lube, and Pvt. Shane Tucker. From that moment forward, I added a new goal to my life. Not only would I become a Ranger; come hell or high water, I was tapping Tuck’s ass.
The funny thing about Tuck is he thought I was straight when he first met me. I've known since I was young that I was gay, but by the time I figured it out, my whole life was already planned. The military has no place for 'mos—homosexuals—and I wasn't about to disappoint my grandfather, father, or myself, for that matter. I wanted to be a Ranger as much as my father wanted me to be one. I had tried to go the straight route, even dated a girl in high school; and before you ask, yes, we had sex. I know your second question is going to be, "Did you enjoy it?"  Again, my answer is yes.  For the record, that doesn't make me bisexual; it makes me experimental. Once. Now, men? I experimented with men—a lot. I am not confused, I haven't a shred of doubt that I'm gay, but I'm also a member of the Unites States Army and damn proud of that fact. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I am cocksure and arrogant as hell—and pure-fucking-manly. The only thing I hid was who I slept with. I wasn't looking to settle down, get married, and buy a dog. Therefore, why would I let who I slept with keep me from my dream? I wouldn't.
They didn't ask, and I didn't tell.