I’m honored to have Tyler Robbins here at the Spicy Butterfly Garden today. It’s her first visit with us and we are thrilled to have her. Tyler is giving us a glimpse inside her latest book, A Beautiful Lie. It’s been a top seller on Amazon and based on the excerpt below, it is HOT, HOT, HOT!
Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.
When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.
Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.
Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?
Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.
Very Adult Excerpt – You must be 18 or older to keep reading
Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.
“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”
Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”
Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”
Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”
“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.
Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. “Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.
Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.
Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”
Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.
“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.
Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.
As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.
Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.
Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.
Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.
Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.
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AUHTOR BIO: TYLER ROBBINS
Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.
Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.
Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!
FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins
Today, I’d like to welcome one of my favorite chicas, Tamsin Baker, back to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. Tamsin allowed me to ask her some questions in order for all of us to get to know her and her latest Evernight Publishing release, Eternal Hearts. Eternal Hearts is apart of a series entitled Third Bite written by Tamsin Baker. I, myself, have read Eternal Hearts and enjoyed it immensely. If you like vampires and ménage relationships, Eternal Hearts is the book for you. It’s fun. It’s sexy. And there’s romance! I look forward to reading the rest of this series! 🙂 Check out Tamsin’s interview below, as well as, a sexy excerpt of Eternal Hearts.
Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.
Historical, Menage MMF, Vampire
Michael and Nathaniel have been lovers for 500 years but they feel incomplete without their third and final mate. They find who they need in the feisty and beautiful Lady Margaret. Let the fireworks begin!
What was your favorite scene to write? Why?
I have to say the opening one. 200 words into the manuscript, my two men are up against a wall. I had to stop and email some author friends to make sure it was okay to continue!
I will tell you, Tamsin, I enjoyed that first scene too! That’s the way to start an erotic romance novel! 🙂
Are there any aspects of yourself in any of the characters in your book?
Hmm, I’m pretty independent and feisty and so is Margaret. But that’s about it.
As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story. How do you come up with the title to your stories?
This one literally popped into my head about half way through. I tend to just wait for it to come to me.
I love it when the title makes itself known!
Three words that would best describe you.
Blunt, Nice, Loving.
Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
Well, I do multi task quite well. But I’m a Gemini.
Multi-tasking is definitely a talent for most women. We don’t really have a choice! 😉
Do you have any tips or advice for authors trying to get published?
Yes- never stop writing and talk to/email/facebook as many other authors as you can.
I agree wholeheartedly.
Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book?
“You fucking bastard!” Michael spat at Nathaniel, his thirst so high his fangs were extended and wouldn’t retract.
Nathaniel ignored him as they walked through the streets searching for someone to feed on. Michael knew that he needed blood, now. Anyone would do.
His skin was clammy, and his thirst burnt his throat. It felt like someone had set his oesophagus alight.
He and Nathaniel had been searching for a sweet smelling female for him to feed on when he had smelled Margaret. He had moved before he had decided he needed to follow her. Never had he smelled anyone like her, the magnetic pull, irresistible. Even with Nathaniel in the beginning, he had never felt anything like it.
Michael groaned and dug his fingernails into his hands. He couldn’t decide which emotion was stronger. To feed or fuck? Thanks to deprivation and the arrival of their mate, he needed both so badly.
They heard a woman scream and took off at a run. They found a dirty smelling gentleman forcing himself on a woman who looked like a whore in an alley. It was easy to see that she was not complying.
Nathaniel reached the woman at the same time as Michael grabbed the disgusting man.
Michael sank his fangs into the man’s throbbing artery, and sweet, lovely blood flowed into his starved body. He groaned and pulled the man closer, his cock hardening.
He drank and drank, his thirst unquenchable, and for once, Michael didn’t care. This man did not deserve to live.
Nathaniel stepped up behind him and gently but persistently pulled his head back.
Michael found a shred of humanity still left in his soul. So he disengaged, and the unconscious, but still alive, man slid to the ground. He looked around. The whore was gone. Nathaniel must have taken her back to the house she came from.
His thirst now quenched, his rock-hard cock now had priority. He looked at his mate. His beautiful, generous, far too controlled mate.
“I need you.”
Nathaniel laughed and stepped closer. He dropped his hand down to Michael’s cock and rubbed it hard.
Michael’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his eyes slid closed. If his mate would just continue doing that, he would come in no time. But no, his mate had other ideas.
Nathaniel whispered into his ear. “I don’t want another alley-way fuck, my love. We have found our third. Let us go home and celebrate.”
Michael shook with his desire but forced it down. His lover was right, and they both deserved more than what his body had in mind.
He turned in Nathaniel’s arms and kissed him. He slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s and rubbed his body against Nathaniel’s hardening one.
“You are right. We are soon to be complete. Let’s go.”
Michael grabbed Nathaniel’s hand, and they ran home. Once there, they kissed and licked every inch of each other’s skin and took turns fucking each other.
They were insatiable, the nervous energy working through their systems in different ways. Michael wanted to go back to Margaret and claim her, turn her so that they could be together forever. But he also knew why Nathaniel wanted to wait, and a small part of him silently thanked his mate for being the reasonable one.
The both came several times before sunrise, finally collapsing due to sheer exhaustion and the bliss of knowing they had found their third.
Before Michael passed out that night he realised Nathaniel was right. Margaret needed to join them willingly. Fall in love with them. And that would mean they would have to woo her, God help us.