Hello my dear readers,
It comes with great sadness that I announce that I will no longer be writing as Paisley Brown. Unfortunately, I am not finding enough time to write enough under both names, so I am going back to one. I will be closing down my Goodreads, Twitter and Triberr accounts, and my Facebook page. I will no longer be posting on Google+ or on this blog. But, I will keep this blog site open for future reference. Feel free to go back and check out some of the awesome guests I've had since October of last year, and read excerpts from the two stories I did release under this name.
Sexy Suitors from Space and Sex Boot Camp will still be available, and at the low price of only 99¢! But, you might notice a slight change in the covers. They now say my other name as well. And I will keep the buy links for my Paisley Brown books on this site up-to-date.
So, instead of writing GLBT and erotica under this name as I had planned, I will be writing everything as Jessica E. Subject. I hope you will visit my blog/website there: http://jessicasubject.com
I am sorry for any confusion, but I've had to make this decision in order to find more focus with my writing.
I wish you all the very best!
Paisley/Jess XX
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Friday, October 31, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter? HUNTER'S MARK by @VSMorgan1 #MMromance #giveaway
HUNTER'S MARK
by V.S. Morgan
Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance
Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.
Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.
Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?
He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.
His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.
“Miss Priscilla!”
The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.
Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.
“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.
He growled.
The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”
He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.
Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”
He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”
Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.
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V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.
She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.
V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.
Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com
Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan
Twitter: @vsmorgan1
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Friday, May 9, 2014
Can bad memories be washed away at a reunion? A DIFFERENT CLASS by @LeighEllwood #1NS #GLBT
A Different Class
by Leigh Ellwood
a 1NS Story from Decadent Publishing
M/M Erotic Romance, 11000 words
From Leigh: I am thrilled to be part of the Decadent family! The idea for A Different Class came about after an invitation arrived for an upcoming high school reunion. I asked myself what might happen if somebody felt reluctant to attend because of bad experiences and memories, and how one night arranged by Madame Eve changes everything.
Right now I am halfway into the follow-up to this story, another hot M/M. I hope you’ll pick up A Different Class, and if you enjoy it drop me a line on Twitter at @LeighEllwood. :)
~ About A DIFFERENT CLASS ~
FDR High Class of 2004 graduate, Glenn Carson contacts fellow alumni to get a list of who will be attending the upcoming festivities. One call to a disgruntled former student leaves him shaken—apparently, not everyone is looking forward to the reunion. Hoping to ease his frustration, he contacts the 1Night Stand service for a relaxing and passionate encounter.
Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present and his successful business. However, past tragedies continue to haunt him, so he requests Madame Eve find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.
Will their one night together lead to a reunion after all?
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“Mr. Maloney? I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“Who is calling?”
The voice—deep and rich, anything but a mumble—intimidated him. Maybe the guy had been a jock, a several-foot-wide football player who helped the school win the championship senior year. He hadn’t attended many games and had skipped homecoming. “Um….” Right, we’re planning a reunion here. “I’m representing the reunion committee of the Franklin D. Roosevelt High School Class of 2004. You can probably guess our big tenth is coming up—”
“You know what? I’m going to save you the sales pitch,” Mumbles Maloney said. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t give a shit. It’s taken me a long time to get past all the crap I put up with in high school, and if you think I’m going to show up at some rented ballroom all smiles as though the hell you assholes you put me through never happened, forget it.”
What? The man’s anger surged through him and sped up his heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“F*** you, f*** FDR High, and f*** every last piece-of-shit homophobe in that backwater town. I hope you all get cancer.”
Click.
Beth burst back into the room, waving a thick tome with a scaly blue cover. “Found it,” she chirped.
“Never mind.” Glenn pushed away from his workspace. Mumbles Maloney’s palpable rage lingered in the quiet of the small office, invoking a sense of doom in an otherwise dull place. He doubted he’d forget the voice for a long while. The man had pent-up issues with his former schoolmates, no doubt, yet for all the vitriol burning through the airwaves and sizzling in the veins, Mumbles had sounded…well….
Sexy.
I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k. My books are available at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, and ARe.
Home – http://www.leighellwood.com
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014
It's a high school reunion he won't forget ~ A DIFFERENT CLASS by @LeighEllwood #GLBT #1NS
It's Cover Reveal Time!!
I'm happy to be a part of the cover reveal for Leigh Ellwood's upcoming release, A Different Class.
Here you go...
Not everybody is looking forward to the FDR High Class of 2004 reunion. A courtesy call to a disgruntled alum leaves Glenn Carson shaken and saddened that anybody would let old memories fester into anger. He hopes to ease the frustration of planning the reunion with a relaxing and passionate 1 Night Stand.
Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present, and his successful business. Past tragedies continue to haunt him, however, and he wants Madame Eve to find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.
He doesn’t expect, in a way, he’s going to a reunion after all.
A Different Class
a 1Night Stand story
Coming Soon to Decadent Publishing
and other ebook retailers
Romance Author Leigh Ellwood - Variety and Spice!
Twitter: @LeighEllwood
Facebook: LeighEllwoodAuthor
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
A Cowboy + a Bull Rider = THE PERFECT RIDE by @Eva_Lefoy & @ShilohSaddler #GLBT
Perfect Ride
by Eva Lefoy & Shiloh Saddler
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for a love he never realized he’d been missing.
Surrounded by hate, Cole Richards wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their night together leaves him with. But when he’s shot, and stuck in his hospital bed, Cole watches every second of Garrett’s disastrous ride, and is heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?
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“There he is.” Cole put a foot up on the lower slat of the fence and rested his arms on the upper. “Take a good look at him while he’s standing still. You won’t see him like this in the ring.”
He eyed the bull with respect. He stood out from the rest of the top ten. Spitfire was big, over sixteen hundred pounds of pure, cream-colored power, topped with foot-and-a-half long horns. The way Spitfire eyed him and began to dig at the ground like he wanted to test the limits of the temporary fence sent a shiver up his spine. He’d have to be careful with this one. He gave Cole a sidelong look and studied the man as he watched his bull.
He liked the sandy-blond stubble dusting the man’s chin and cheek. Liked the way his lips were wide and meaty and showed a bit of wear at the edges, betraying either late-night trysts or the tendency to chew on them as he worried. Garrett voted for the latter. Oh, he could picture Cole bent over taking it from another man easily enough, but the thought made him instantly jealous, so he squelched the notion. With nowhere to set his still full plate, he perched it on the top of a post. “You keep a pretty close watch on him?”
Cole nodded. “He’s a rebellious one. An escape artist, too. A little too smart for his britches. Someday he’ll end up in the slaughterhouse if he’s not careful.”
Garrett laughed and slapped the dust off his thigh, the motion garnering Cole’s attention. The heat of Cole’s gaze flushed him warm all over. He couldn’t help but engage in a little appreciation of his own. His tongue wetted his lips as he took in the round curve of Cole’s ass, his narrow hips, up his wide, work-chiseled chest, and finally his face. The man’s gaze blazed hotter as Garrett brushed his hand closer to his groin. “That’d be a waste if you ask me.”
Cole swallowed and snapped his attention back up, his eyes shining. “Yes, it would be. A real shame.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Fun & Games With Rudolph ~ Sexy excerpt & #Giveaway from @DeannaWadsworth's NAUGHTY NORTH POLE!
FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Hello I am Lars, one of the elves from Deanna Wadsworth’s popular THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series. Thanks for having me today, Paisley. It's been a couple days since Santa asked me to deliver a special package to Rudolph. All I have to say is that the big guy is pretty clever, because I had no idea that I was about to meet the best elf in the North Pole. I don’t think I have ever been as happy in my entire life as I am right now. I sent Santa a bouquet of snow flowers and candy as a thank-you.
For those of you that know me, you must think that I sound like a gushing little schoolgirl. It's probably pretty disgusting and my buddy Jorge is going harass me about it. But I don't really care. Rudy is coming to visit me this afternoon and... well? I can't really give away too much. Spoilers!! Don’t wanna ruin the story FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH.
While you are here, please enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below. The winner will be selected New Year’s Eve. If you are enjoying his blog series, catch a list of all the previous posts HERE.
Since I am the last one the blog before Jorge announces the big winner, I am going to share an especially naughty treat just for Paisley Brown fans.
Enjoy!
~Lars
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Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he's been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph's cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
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The wind howled, coming down the chimney a bit and fluttering the fire.
“Jack Frost whipped up a big storm, didn’t he?” Rudy said. “I’m surprised he isn’t taking it easier on Nick tonight now that they’re together.”
“Who knows with him? He’s kind of a dick.”
“Takes one to know one,” Rudy teased.
I chuckled and said, “Already told ya, I am what I eat.”
He smiled at me again, eyes twinkling, and that sealed the deal. I was a total sucker for his smile.
Carefully, I placed my mug down on the tray and took his as well. His gaze never left me as I said, “Well, I for one am glad it’s storming.”
“You are? I thought you were disappointed about missing the party.”
“We can have our own private party,” I said with a grin.
“And what sort of activities do you have in mind for this party?”
“First, I need to thank you for saving my life.”
“How do you plan to do that?” His voice lowered a few octaves, the sound cleansing me, rich and seductive, like the caress of a hand across my back.
“Oh, I could think of a couple ways.” I gave him a sidelong smile.
Rudy’s gaze lost its playfulness, darkening with lust right before my eyes. A deep-seated need was buried within those warm eyes, a craving for intimacy. I could feel his loneliness right down to my toes. I wanted him, needed him as badly as he needed me. Two lonely souls, we had been brought together by unforeseen and strange circumstances. Something told me we were supposed to end up here, offering one another the comfort of touch and intimacy—the very things missing from each of our lives.
“How long?” I whispered, facing him fully. We both knew what I asked.
“Too long,” came his heady reply.
When he licked his lips, I shivered.
“Cold?” he asked, his voice thick and never breaking his stare. “I could stoke the fire.”
Biting my lip, I shook my head.
“Well if you’re not cold, why are you shivering?”
“Why are you looking at me?” I countered, fidgeting a little as I got hard.
He gave me an arch of his brows. “Just wondering how much longer we had to talk so it wouldn’t be considered rude when I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Laughter burst out of me. “I was thinking of how rude it was that you hadn’t asked yet.”
But Rudy didn’t laugh. He stared at me, his face dark with authority and desire. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it.”
I tipped my head in question, gauging his seriousness. When he didn’t crack a smile, it dawned on me the elf might not be kidding. My blood raced and excitement worked through me faster than the alcohol. I readily slid off the couch and got on my knees.
Rudy stopped me with a question. “What are you doing?”
“Um…blowing you?”
“Get undressed first,” he ordered.
My breaths shortened further and I feared I might hyperventilate from all the excitement. Faster than I had moved in a long time, I shed my pants, the motion plus the adult libations making my head spin a little.
“Slower,” he cautioned. “I like to watch.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
Buy Deanna’s books at Dreamspinner Press, Decadent Publishing,
or at any reputable eBook sellers.
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