Showing posts with label rawiya. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Last post of the Night and thanks Time to Make the Donuts MM PG

Well, time to say goodnight! Thanks to everyone who read and or commented on my posts. I hope you enjoyed.


What's next up for me? Well, I'm writing Sugar Daddy which is the final book in the Something New on the Menu series. Just finished a short for an anthology called Hot Summer Fun and my tale is called, One Night in Paradise, and then I have another short, a shifter mm that might end up being MMF that I'm writing with Wicked Sexy Writers.


I'll leave you with a blurb and excerpt from my MM out now with NNP called Time to Make the Donuts! Thanks again for listening!



Blurb: Andre, a customer, comes in and pays him a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. Because of this, Christopher decides to pursue when Andre passes him his card. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much thought.

Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop as well as convince him to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.

When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well known franchise?

With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the restaurant since two a.m.
He pushed the double doors open as he came from the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels. Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that other place could provide.
While waving at a couple of regulars, Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.
Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup of coffee for a lady in front of her.
“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t they get the message?”
“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”
“No on the cell and all because that one girl that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.
“You wish. You just don’t share anything important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”
Christopher stopped immediately and glared at her. “You’d never.”
She drew up her lips. Within seconds she guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”
Christopher choked a little from the slap and let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.
“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that. Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”
She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in heaven, right?”
A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and took her bag.
Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”
“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.” She nodded and turned to him.
“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse, he’s just not what I’m looking for.”
The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”
“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm, well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about done?”
The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if I need ya.”
“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder. “To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”
“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse about.

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RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first book, Time to Make the Donuts will be out in Feb of 2012 from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.

Smooth Like Latte MM PG Excerpt

Coming up late this month is my m/m romance from NNP the 3rd  book in the Something New on the Menu series, Smooth like Latte.


This story has spawned 2 more stories with the supporting character causing trouble in one and then getting his own book after that. These muses were truly a joy to work with and the cover truly captures the men I thought of when writing it.


What I love most about Latte, or Davori Jenkins who is the secondary muse, is his honesty and his desire to be with Brendan Walsh. He's not afraid to take a chance and his smooth demeanor is what makes Brendan give him more than a second look. 


Here is the tenative blurb and an excerpt



Brendan Walsh, CEO of Walsh Financial has put his life on hold to make his father proud. Because of this, he’s melancholy most of the time and is beginning to develop a love for Scotch and disdain for his dad.

Davori “Latte” Jenkins is a happy go lucky barista with several talents, the most important, his way with words and when Brendan steps into his place of employment, sparks fly between the two and immediately, they feel the connection. Over a macchiato latte, Brendan might see his future man but will he gain enough strength to tell his father about his orientation?


 Brendan knew it had been awhile since he’d visited Cathy’s shop, but he didn’t remember her having this much traffic. He shrugged his shoulders, took his place in line, pulling out the latest Walsh sales reports. What’s she selling that’s so good?
Maybe it’s a free coffee day? Free donuts? Who knew, but he’d stay in line regardless of how long it took to find out.
After about fifteen minutes, Brendan started rubbing his temples. He felt a headache coming on from reading the figures for so long, and the need for caffeine bothered him as well. He’d finally made it inside the shop, but the line still dragged out the door. What on earth is in this here that’s so high in demand? He placed the papers back in his case, folding his arms over his chest.
Another step closer to the counter.  He took a look at this place he hadn’t visited in a while. The same bright colors as the murals outside, black chairs and tables filled with people either busy at their laptops or spreading the latest office gossip. Cathy and her dad Mike were fans of jazz music; they liked the idea of the festive atmosphere as a backdrop for their shop. Another reason why Brendan refused to sell out to the bigger competitor. He wanted something non-corporate in the food court. Something that wasn’t just part of a chain, but its own entity. The younger Walsh understood business; this was the one place inside his building where he felt that small and independent was better.
Brendan took another step, searching for the shop owner. Cathy had been very instrumental when they’d opened this place a couple of years ago. He admired the relationship she had with her dad; he noticed her parent actually cared about what she thought. If only the older Mr. Walsh would do the same.
“Hmm, today, maybe a macchiato would be good. Haven’t had a true one in a…” Brendan stopped thinking aloud, his eyes fixed on the man behind the counter. He tilted his head a little, to get a better look. Who is he?
A tall man about six feet, with skin the color of lightly creamed coffee. Broad shoulders, light green eyes… or were they something else, maybe blue or hazel? Who knew, but damn was this man hot.
His perfectly trimmed goatee began under his nostrils and wrapped around his mouth and onto his chin. He wore a black fitted turtleneck that showed the muscles in his upper torso; even under Brendan’s scrutiny, the handsome man continued to make beverages with ease. Brendan noticed the young man next to him seemed only to serve donuts and pies from the fridge, now and then a juice. Could it be the line was so long because of the sexy barista making the drinks? Has to be it. Brendan could see no other reason for it. Not only was the man attractive, he was good at his job.
The closer he moved to the front of the line, the more intrigued he became. He thought about talking to the hunky man as he made his drink. But what the heck would he say? “Hey, I’m Brendan and I own the building.” Brendan smirked to himself, knowing that most likely wouldn’t work.
Due to his inexperience in the relationship department, he didn’t know how to pick up a guy. The only words exchanged in bars were hey, you’re hot, wanna go home with me, or wanna meet me in the bathroom—nothing more.
Besides that, was the guy behind the counter into men, or was he unfortunately heterosexual? Brendan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, still gazing at the hunk.
Make mine slow and creamy. I like it that way.
  
RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts will be out in Feb of 2012 from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.




MMF Living in the Now R Excerpt

My latest book is my MMF, Living in the Now. This story is really the only one I've actually wrote a character kind of like myself. Mara is more aggressive though but like Mara, I've often desired to be a female in a relationship with 2 bi men as well.


Is that your desire? If it is, nothing wrong with that. What could be better than one man? Two hot ones who love one another.

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A story about three people searching for love in the most unconventional way. Bryan Finley and his partner Damien Earley would like a third in their relationship. While Damien is on a business trip, Bryan meets Mara Devine a sultry sexy vixen who’s insatiable and wants the same. Damien has other thoughts in mind but Mara does everything in her power to turn the tables in her favor.



“Bryan, what’s wrong?”
Bryan bit his lip, “Mara, listen. I, um…I need to tell you something.”
Mara raised an eyebrow and drew up her lips. Here it comes. “What is it, babe?”
“Well,” he broke their gaze, which put her on edge. “Mara, I have a boyfriend. I…I’m bi, Mara.”
Mara’s eyes widened, not believing what she just heard. The news hit her like a ton of bricks. Completely stunned at his response, her mouth gaped open. “Well, fuck me.” She grinned and licked her teeth.
“Sorry?”
“Bryan, I’m more than surprised. These days you never can tell.” She moved the curls out of her eyes. “What’s so fantastic about this is you’re exactly what I been searchin’ for.”
Bryan cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
Mara smiled and finished the task of removing his trousers. His semi-flaccid cocked popped up and she salivated at the sight. “Bryan, I’ve always desired to be with a man as sexually open as I am. And you− you, just…damn.” Mara shook her head and shifted for her moist clit to touch his engorged length. She covered his mouth with hers once again. “Bryan, I’ve got no issues with this. As long as we play it safe, I don’t care. Let’s talk more tomorrow, hmm?”
Bryan appeared to be shocked at her answer. Still, it didn’t stop him from placing both hands on her brown thighs. “Damn Mara. I was so nervous about tellin’ you, babe. I’m so happy how with understanding you are. Of course, I wanna take precautions, so...” Bryan reached down into his pants.
Mara kissed him again and put out her hand. “Good, but I’ve got my own, and by the looks of it, I may need more than just the standard size,” she winked.
Bryan smiled in response and tossed his foil packet on the floor. He removed his shoes and pants from his ankles while engulfing her mouth passionately.
In seconds, Mara led him into her room that smelled of her perfume and vanilla candles.
Dim lights shrouded Mara’s light blue boudoir with a four-poster bed in the middle and a single cherry wood dresser on the right.
While Mara grabbed the latex from the drawer, Bryan lay on the bed. Once she opened the packet and sheathed him, Bryan brought her down with him on the mattress, caressing her brown flesh as she mounted him with ease. “Ohh shii…Mara…”
Mara began to move vertically on his thick shaft. She shook her hair and rode him while holding onto his chest. “Baby…you feel…amazing.” Once again, she caught his gaze and clutched her thighs tightly together. 
“Oh Gooddd…Mara, you feel so good.” Bryan gripped her waist and pushed upwards to go further inside of her. “Maraaahhhh,” he exaggerated her name.
Hungrily, she devoured his mouth and sucked his tongue. The excitement building for the most pleasurable orgasm she wasn’t able to attain on her own. Bryan was the one. Now that she knew he was bi, no doubt she wanted more than just a casual friendship. A relationship with him and his man.  
The sun rose over the clouds with the brisk wind blowing through the city. It was a cold Tuesday morning with temperatures in the teens. Mara woke with a chill on her spine. She batted her eyes, attempting to completely wake from sleep and shield them from the bright light shining through the window. Slightly, she moved and gazed at the gorgeous hunk she was on top of. What a hot man! In a span of about forty-eight hours, she’d fallen for Bryan Finley.
If mom knew about what I was doing, she’d flip. Mom would most likely disown her but this wasn’t momma Devine’s life, it was hers. 

Greetings Goddess Fish With Menage Comes Insecurities MMF PG

Good afternoon! This is Rawiya, the 3rd muse of the Literary Triad


A little late today. Sunday is laundry day so had to do that first. How about a couple of hot excerpts from my new books. My MMF and MM from NNP, Living in the Now and Smooth Like Latte.


Also, NNP is offering a freebie to lovers of erotica with coupons for books at halfprice. Let's start with that first.


The Postcards for Passion is a book of stories from fabulous NNP writers. At the end of each tale is an offer to get a book at half price.


My story is part of my Masquerade series I hope to publish later in the year. This short is an interracial MMF called With Menage Comes Insecurities about a young woman who wishes to have a threesome with her fiancee' and friend.


Here's a small snippet and then the buylink



Although we’d talked about sex in the past, we never discussed any fantasies. Frankly, because Mathias fulfilled every natural desire I wanted and he brought me out of my shell. Due to my size eighteen I’d always been insecure about my looks. However once Mathias, the gorgeous six foot five Brit, approached me for a date, I haven’t looked back.
So, after a hard day at work, I suggested to Mathias we stay at home instead of following the routine we’d done over the past three weeks. After having a nice dinner of fresh grilled fish and fine wine we sat on the couch while the sounds of Sade’s latest album filled the room.
Nervous, I rubbed my hands together. “Baby, I…I want to ask you something.”
“What’s that love? Something’s troubling you?”
Still anxious, I moved my hand to my wine glass and traced the rim with my fingertips. “Baby, I wanna have a little fun before we get married. I think it would be great if we…”
Mathias eyes narrowed as he waited for my next sentence. “Love, if we’re going to be married, we need to speak up to each other don’t we?”
“I know baby, I just…well…I don’t want you to take it the wrong way. It’s just that…well…I,” I paused again inhaling, thinking of what my man would say. “Mathias, I wanna have a ménage before our wedding day. I’ve fantasized about it a lot and I just think it would be a good time…for both of us.” I looked out the window and waited for a reaction.
Matthias smiled wryly while putting our glasses on the table. He kissed both my hands lightly. “Ah love, I thought that’s what you were askin’. Why would you feel weird about that?”
“I didn’t want you to think you weren’t good enough for me. It’s just that, like I said, experiences have been so few for me and I wanna have that with you.”
“Aw duckie. What kind of trois did you have in mind and with whom?”
“Well love, I thought about…uh…I want you and…Derwyn. I think he’d be perfect for…”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Babe, why Derwyn? What makes you think he’d want to?”
“I duuno, I just think he’d be the ideal third for a night of uninhibited sex with us. He wouldn’t have the sexual hang-ups that some straight men have and things like double penetration wouldn’t be an issue.”
 Mathias stared at me with enlarged eyes. “Babe, you want to be penetrated by me and Derwyn at once? Wow… I didn’t think desires like that existed beyond porn movies,” he chuckled. “Love, look, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable with Derwyn it’s just that I wonder if he likes you a little more than he’s letting on.”
“He might but I’ll make it clear that nothing he does will take me away from you. This is a one -time deal. Besides, I don’t just want him for me; I want him for you too.”
Again, Mathias laughed apprehensively. “Uh duckie, I don’t have any issues with Derwyn but I’m not so sure I want to do anything with him.”
“Aw just a kiss? I’m not asking for him to do you or anything. Just a little intimacy would send me over the edge. I’m gettin’ hot just thinking of it.” I twirled my fingers around his brown locks.
“Baby, I guess this would be the time to tell you about my past. I’ve had my share of sexual encounters with both women and men mostly on a heterosexual scale. However, I’ve also had gay intimate experiences. I don’t think I want to revisit that again. Not because I didn’t enjoy it but well… I just dunno.” He got up and walked towards the patio doors.
That minute I wondered why he was so nervous about Derwyn. Could he detect that Derwyn had something for him too?
Immediately I followed him and hugged him from behind. “Listen baby, if you’re worried about what will happen afterwards don’t. Nothing will take me away from you and I know you feel the same.”


RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts will be out in Feb of 2012 from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.


Sunday, April 1, 2012

Last Post of the Night more M/M from Michael and BL

How about more interracial m/m from the other two muses? First up a book I adore, BLMorticia's first book from Rebel Ink Press, My Lieutenant. 



Official Blurb: Nathan Ellerby's apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn't like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan's shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he's already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant's divorced and he's straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.

 Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he's worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.

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And then finally, my other muse Michael Mandrake with Under the Gun! A hot erotic romance which just received a great review. New from No Boundaries Press.





Camdyn Hardy is a former cop who has his own private investigator business. Due to a misunderstanding from a client, he gets into an argument with his lover Tay. Right after, they breakup Camdyn is left alone to think about his future as a PI and his love life.
                                   
Malik Day was recently discharged under the DADT policy and is looking to get his life on track The main reason he joined was because he dreamed of being a ranking officer. Now that it’s been taken away, he desires to start his life anew and find someone to share it with.

After two weeks the men meet at a shooting range and find out they have a lot in common. Once they engage in a one on one match, they proceed to a bar to have drinks and get to know one another better.  They both discover their affinity for guns as well as Camdyn’s need for a new partner at Camdyn & Associates. Malik is intrigued but afraid to ask him and decides to wait till they are closer. Camdyn is excited about this prospect as well but waits for Malik to say the word. Finally, in an erotic encounter, true feelings are revealed.

In subsequent books, the story continues where the twosome begin their work and love relationship. Together they’ll take on cases investigating cheating husbands or wives, companies with defector employees all the while trying to maintain their newfound commitment to one another as well as having a little fun in the process.


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Hope you enjoyed my posts today. As always I've enjoyed my time at Goddess Fish. Have a great Sunday.

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Another M/M by Rawiya Smooth Like Latte - PG Excerpt

Okay, as if you might have noticed, I love writing interracial romance, whether its m/m, m/f, or MMF, the couples with different ethnicity are what I love to write most. 


In my next M/M called Smooth like Latte, it's romance between two men with one afraid to come out to his dad while his potential partner is already out and looking for a steady relationship.


My two characters, Latte or Davori and his man, Brendan had so much to say. This is my longest book to date. 


Here is a blurb and a little excerpt.



Brendan Walsh, CEO of Walsh Financial has put his life on hold to make his father proud. Because of this, he’s melancholy most of the time and is beginning to develop a love for Scotch and disdain for his dad.

Davori “Latte” Jenkins is a happy go lucky barista with several talents, the most important, his way with words and when Brendan steps into his place of employment, sparks fly between the two and immediately, they feel the connection. Over a macchiato latte, Brendan might see his future man but will he gain enough strength to tell his father about his orientation?



Brendan took another step, searching for the shop owner. Cathy had been very instrumental when they’d opened this place a couple of years ago. He admired the relationship she had with her dad; he noticed her parent actually cared about what she thought. If only the older Mr. Walsh would do the same.
“Hmm, today, maybe a macchiato would be good. Haven’t had a true one in a…” Brendan stopped thinking aloud, his eyes fixed on the man behind the counter. He tilted his head a little, to get a better look. Who is he?
A tall man about six feet, with skin the color of lightly creamed coffee. Broad shoulders, light green eyes… or were they something else, maybe blue or hazel? Who knew, but damn was this man hot.
His perfectly trimmed goatee began under his nostrils and wrapped around his mouth and onto his chin. He wore a black fitted turtleneck that showed the muscles in his upper torso; even under Brendan’s scrutiny, the handsome man continued to make beverages with ease. Brendan noticed the young man next to him seemed only to serve donuts and pies from the fridge, now and then a juice. Could it be the line was so long because of the sexy barista making the drinks? Has to be it. Brendan could see no other reason for it. Not only was the man attractive, he was good at his job.
The closer he moved to the front of the line, the more intrigued he became. He thought about talking to the hunky man as he made his drink. But what the heck would he say? “Hey, I’m Brendan and I own the building.” Brendan smirked to himself, knowing that most likely wouldn’t work.
Due to his inexperience in the relationship department, he didn’t know how to pick up a guy. The only words exchanged in bars were hey, you’re hot, wanna go home with me, or wanna meet me in the bathroom—nothing more.
Besides that, was the guy behind the counter into men, or was he unfortunately heterosexual? Brendan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, still gazing at the hunk.
Make mine slow and creamy. I like it that way.


Rawiya's First MMF - Living in the Now Excerpt PG


Recently I’ve crossed over into a new realm in my writing. I’ve done the M/M as well as the M/F which should be sent in for publication at some point but the MMF is one I hadn’t tackled yet and I’m very excited how it turned out. Bringing a woman into the mix was harder than I thought too. In my yet to be published story, my men weren’t ready to accept the female into their relationship and in my upcoming novel series, African Sun, the female was left out of scenes entirely since my two males couldn’t keep their hands off one another. However, I started reading more MMF books, one in particular that helped was Tara Lain’s Genetic Attraction.

I won’t spoil the book for you but in hers, she eased the female in a different way instead of having the relationship between all three start out from the forefront. Something I also wanted to explore in mine was the jealousy aspect which is real and adds a little spice to the story. In African Sun, I have that with both the MC’s male partner and his female lead. Somehow they’ll work it out. At this point I don’t even know how they do. *laughs* But in my newest book, Living in the Now, there’s an opportunity for the female to be part of the relationship and both MC’s want it, or at least it appears that way. I add the envy aspect though and in my mind, it turns out well for all three. A little bit of fun and tension since the protagonists’ boyfriend isn’t sure he’s made the right decision and my feisty female not backing down from the challenge.

I love it! This kind of setup made writing this book a lot easier and I hope when you read it you’ll enjoy what happened between my characters as well.


A story about three people searching for love in the most unconventional way. Bryan Finley and his partner Damien Earley would like a third in their relationship. While Damien is on a business trip, Bryan meets Mara Devine a sultry sexy vixen who's insatiable and wants the same. Damien has other thoughts in mind but Mara does everything in her power to turn the tables in her favor.

Angie looked at Mara who immediately drew the attention of the nice looking gentleman. “Um, Mara, this is Bryan. He just stepped in from work, needing a drink. Bryan, my friend and coworker, Mara.” Angie waived her hand.
“Hello.” He smiled sweetly and extended his palm for Mara to shake it.
Immediately she accepted, grinning at him, enjoying the sight in front of her. The feel of his hands, so soft and warm. Obviously a white-collar worker. Scents of her favorite man’s cologne infiltrated her nostrils causing her pulse to quicken. She loved to lick it off him if she had the chance.
“Hi, looks like you came in just in time to get one drink. Pity.” She cocked an eyebrow and drew up her ruby red lips into a pucker. Their gaze wasn’t broken.
He hadn’t let her hand go yet. Bryan drew up his lips. “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to drink elsewhere, hmm?”
Angie began cleaning.
Mara moved in a little closer to the bar, still staring at Mr. Hottie.
My luck just got better.
 “Well, we were just about to go to another place. Do you wanna to join us?”
Bryan finished the rest of his drink and sat the glass down.  Seductively, he licked his lips making Mara salivate. She wished they were on top of hers right now.
“Sure, where you headed?”
Mara batted her eyes and leaned in closer making sure he could get a good look at her best assets. “To a place near Roosevelt called Mystique. They’re having a Fuck Valentine’s Day dance party.”
Bryan chuckled heartily, obviously amused by the reference.  “Sounds like a great time. Tell me, does the name mean you’re guaranteed a fuck today or does it call for somethin’ else?”
Mara couldn’t help but be excited by his response. “Well, I believe the answer is the latter but if you play your cards right, it may just be lucky for both you and me.” Mara’s gaze remained affixed to his dark brown orbs. In that small moment, she studied his features. Bryan was so damn hot; perfect dimples, and smooth, porcelain white skin she love to have entangled in her red satin sheets around her coffee colored body. How could a man this good looking be alone tonight?
Angie guffawed while she mopped the floor.
“Is that so,” he raised an eyebrow. “In that case, I’m game. Are you girls drivin’ over there?”
Mara felt herself creaming in response to the hot stranger. “Nope, we’re gonna take a cab since we thought we might be havin’ more than a few more drinks. Are you?”
Bryan shifted in the chair, “No, I walked over here. I work at the Water Tower for a consultants firm. I just left and decided to leave my car so I could enjoy a few libations. Mind if I tag along with you two in the taxi?”
She nodded and winked, wishing it was only the two of them at this moment but she couldn’t abandon her best friend. “Not at all. If you try anything funny, we can take you. Would you like another one before we hit the road?”
The corners of Bryan’s mouth turned up into a smile. “Maybe just water will do Mara…and your last name?” He held out his hand once more.
“Devine, Mara Devine.” Again, she took his hand firmly. The feel of his skin against hers sent electric shocks to every part of her body.
“Such a perfect name for a very attractive lady. If you’re interested my last name is Finley.”
Oh yes, I’m interested.
Bryan pulled her closer and whispered, “You look lovely tonight, Mara. I’m gonna have a hard time behaving myself and being a gentleman.”
“Then don’t, Bryan. I enjoy a little harmless playing, especially if it leads into somethin’ else.” Mara mouthed into his ear and exaggerated the end of the sentence for affect. She didn’t care that they’d just met. Mara wanted him in the worst way. She sniffed his aroma again and became intoxicated, wishing they were anywhere but here.
Bryan flinched and grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re my kind of lady, Mara. You can take the flirts and dish ‘em out.”

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts is a Silver Star on All Romance from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.

Excerpt: Time to Make the Donuts M/M PG

Hi again! My story Time to Make the Donuts is doing pretty well at All Romance. It received a Silver Star and has garnered some great reviews as well. My little m/m interracial romantic tale is pretty straightforward, no real tension just a curve ball. It's mostly about the romance and connection of my two characters, Andre and Christopher


Here is an excerpt!



“Yep.” Andre Bentley pressed the button on his earpiece before making the turn on Belmont. “Yeah, I’m on my way there now.” He rubbed his smooth bald head with a handkerchief and removed the beads of sweat. “Damn, hot out here already.” Andre switched the air on and raised his windows up. “And you wanted me to pick up how many donuts? Two dozen along with a carton of coffee?”
“Yes,” the person on the other end replied.
“Cool. I’ll be back at the building in a bit.” Andre pushed the red button, disconnecting the call. Before finding a place to park on the street in front of one of the most popular places in town to get some breakfast for the company he worked for.
At times, being the go-getter had its perks. They paid him well to run errands and do tasks around the office. He also did some administrative things, which is what they hired him for in the beginning. Not that it mattered, but Andre liked being the “go to guy” for all they needed. It showed his wealth with this corporation. Many times, they cited him as the second most important employee at DD&G other than the president. The personal ties with the company executive didn’t hurt either. He knew by staying with them he’d go far and if he left, there would be a problem.
After feeding the meter and turning on the hazards, he walked in and stood in the semi-long line perusing the menu.
“Looks good,” he smiled and stood on the tip of his toes to take a glance at the counter. Any place he ate at he always liked to see just how clean it was. No way did he believe in eating somewhere that didn’t take the food and restaurants codes of sanitation and cleanliness seriously.
He pursed his lips and took out the company card. Everything in the donut case looked delectable but he knew a bagel would be better for someone like him who tried to watch the amount of sweets he ate. “Maybe one day, for dessert,” he muttered under his breath. Right now, the cinnamon raisin bagel looked to be the best choice. Perhaps some juice instead of coffee for him specifically since everyone else wanted coffee with the mixture of donuts.
The line inched up a little more and he took a look at his watch. The meeting would be starting in about a half an hour. Good thing the place wasn’t far from the headquarters of DD&G and since he went in the alternate direction of the traffic, he should’ve been able to arrive back at the building in no time flat. Still, Andre really hated to wait on things. Patience wasn’t one of the qualities he possessed.
Another move up closer to the cash register and his light brown eyes caught the sight of a very nice looking individual, a tall Caucasian man with brown eyes, brownish blondish hair, sort of lanky He grinned and moistened his lips, taking pleasure in the hunk that stood behind that counter filling the donut case with more products.
“Mhmm,” he smiled and rubbed his black goatee. This man more than held his interest and obviously his hardened muscle down below began to take notice since his trousers had suddenly become very tight. He wished he could stroke himself a little but in front of all these people it would’ve been quite an embarrassment. Andre wanted to talk to the man a little more to see if they played on the same team. They had to right, since this place sat smack dab in the middle of Boystown?
Hopefully so and if he did, is he available? Andre had been lonely for quite a while. Going home to an empty apartment didn’t hold the same appeal as it did before.





Good Morning Goddess Fish

Good morning. This is Sharita Lira aka Rawiya here with you today. Of course, some of you know I also write under Michael Mandrake and BLMorticia as well. Today was supposed to be Rawiya's day but the others will check in as well. 


First off, lets start the morning out with a free read. NNP, my fab pub released a book of free reads along with coupons for 50% off other NNP books. Rawiya's story in the book is With Menage Comes Insecurities and at the end, you get a coupon for half off of Time to Make the Donuts.


Please go pick it up at Smashwords and All Romance


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Andre, a customer, comes in and pays Christopher a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. The intensity of this deep, instant connection convinces Christopher to pursue a potential interest – to find out just what might happen between them – when Andre passes him his card and phone numbers. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much further thought.
Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop. Andre is ordered to convince Christopher to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.
When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well-known franchise? Will this newly found romance beat the odds and move past this bump in the road to happiness for both Andre and Christopher?