Pardon the dust

Please bear with us as we update the blog appearance. We hope to have it up and running beautifully soon.

-Sheri

Winners again

Hi guys. Sheri here. WordPress ate my previous winners post. I was legit wondering why no one had contacted me, and then I got the flu followed by bronchitis and got distracted by that. As I went to wrap up the the blog for the year, I couldn’t find it. So let’s try this again.

All winners email me at authoraccomplice@gmail.com. Please give a week for prizes, I send them out in batches. I also compare emails to comments to avoid scammers.

Blacklist ebook winners

Sherry G

Dejamew

Rose R.

Dawn Lacroix

$10 Amazon Gift Card

Sherry G.

Tamara

Teresa Beeler

Terri Culverwell

mstay1985

$25 Amazon Gift Card

Angela Willis

Rowena B.

$50 Amazon Gift Card

Bobbi Topacio

Tomorrow

I invite you to join me and my fellow authors to the FB group MM Fiction Addiction Cafe.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/324208669449672#

There will be prizes and authors chatting throughout the day!

November wrap up

Hey guys the full month long winners list is coming later today. I have a sick kid so probably more like late tonight. So get your last minute entries in for the contests still open.

While you do that, today is the last day to sign up to receive a Christmas card from Amber. Here’s the sign up: https://forms.gle/y1wiqsMnMbxtcP1v8

Also if you want to send Amber a card this year. Here is her address:

1324 Clarkson
Clayton Center
Box 247
Ellisville, MO 63011

Last Birthday Post!

The last day of November is upon us. Sorry it hasn’t been a spectacular November, but on the positive side, I have been getting some writing done. I hope to have the next Moon Pack book out in January and it is mostly focused on Dare and Steven with the following book an Anthony and Silver one. To finish off November I’ll run one last contest!
Two randomly chosen people will win a $25.00 Amazon GC if you answer the following: What is your favorite cake flavor?

Parker’s Birthday

A little moon pack snippet!

Elliott slid on the party hat then straightened the streamer. He had worked all day to make sure Parker had an excellent birthday. Henry delivered the cake an hour ago and it sat chilling in the refrigerator waiting for the right moment to make a grand entrance. A glance at the time had Elliott cursing. The guests would be arriving any minute and Parker still hadn’t returned home from his work at the club.

After a lot of consultation with Anthony they now lived in a small two-story cottage built on pack lands. A cottage that smelled of simmering sauces and rich meats. Elliott might not be able to bake a cake, but he could sear a good steak. He checked to make sure nothing was close to being done. A well-done meat would ruin his reputation for eternity. His stellar work as an accountant wouldn’t help him with a hungry wolf pack he promised steak.

A loud rapping on the door, jerked Elliott out of his thoughts.

Rushing to answer he found Anthony and Silver on the other side. Anthony gave a quick hug, Silver offered a status report.

“Parker will be another thirty minutes, I’m having him close out the bar,” Silver said.

“Why?” Elliott frowned.

“Because he was giving Dare a hard time about his fan club while Steven was walking by,”

“Ah.” Parker did like to tease his friend. Whenever Dare worked the bar he always had a small crowd watching him mix drinks and just stare. It drove Steven mad. “Yeah, Parker shouldn’t have kicked that hornets nest.”

Anthony snorted. “Dare says the makeup sex is great. I think he provokes Steven for that reaction.”

“Probably.” Dare’s well-known mischievous streak got him into trouble often enough.

After Silver and Anthony’s arrival, the rest of the pack game in dribbles and drabs. It took forty minutes for Parker to make it back home.

“Surprise,” the crowd shouted.

Parker clutched his chest but his wide smile and bright eyes conveyed his true joy at seeing everyone there. “Wow!” his gaze fell on Elliott. “Did you do all this precious?”

Elliott shrugged. “I wanted you to have a good birthday even though you had to work.” He tossed a teasing glare at the alpha.

Parker laughed. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Elliott, and spun him around in a circle. “Thank you!”

The kiss Parker planted on Elliott’s lips was greeted by a chorus of catcalls and whistles. In true movie star romance style, Parker dipped Elliott. The whistles increased.

Parker’s lips helped Elliott ignore them all despite his usual shyness. When they finally separated, Elliott’s heart was beating faster and harder than normal. “I’m taking it you liked the party?”

Parker grinned. “That depends. Did you burn the steaks?”

“Ahh.” Elliot tore away from Parker and raced through the crowd. “Coming through!”

 He slid to a stop in front of the griddle. A quick examination had him let out a sigh. “They’re fine!” he shouted.

Cheers rang through the house, and someone let off a small air horn, loud enough to deafen the group of shifters.

Parker appeared at Elliott’s side. “All good?”

“Happy birthday, love.”

Parker’s bright smile eased Elliott’s party anxiety. “Thank you. I appreciate the work you put into it.”

Despite the crowd and noise. Elliott would throw a thousand parties to get Parker to smile at him like that one more time.

Contest!

I’ve had one of those days. You know the ones where you sit down at your computer then look up and it’s 2:00pm. *sigh*

So I’m going to have a contest. One winner will receive a $25.00 gift card. The question to answer is: What is your favorite time waster?

Christmas Interlude

“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” Steven sniffed.

Dare flopped down beside him, wrapped an arm around Steven’s shoulders, and gave him a tight sideways hug. “Of course it is. How can it not be? It has a Christmas party, Christmas music and takes place during Christmas Eve. It doesn’t get any more Christmassy than that.”

Steven remained unmoved. “It’s full of shootouts and corporate takeovers.”

“You never had Christmas dinner with my grandmother. Otherwise you wouldn’t use that line of reasoning.”

Steven’s bright laughter had Dare smiling goofily back at him. It had been far too long since he heard Steven laugh like that. “I’ll keep that in mind if we ever go to meet your family. Your brother, Jager, is more than enough for now.”

“Jag agrees about Die Hard being a Christmas movie too. Next you’ll be saying Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween film.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous. Everyone knows that’s a Christmas movie.” Steven’s smug smile had Dare tilting his head up as if asking for divine inspiration.

“Fine. I’ll give you that one but Die Hard is definitely Christmas.

“How about we agree to disagree,” Steven offered.

“I’d rather spend the time persuading you to see things my way.”

In a slithering motion reflecting his inner cade, Dare slipped to his knees between Steven’s legs. “Maybe I can persuade you into my point of view.”

“You can give it your best, but I won’t change my viewpoint.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.” Dare slid the zipper on Steven’s pants down halfway. “Are you willing to give?”

“Never.” Steven infused a believable protest in that one word.

If he were in his cat form, Dare’s tail would be flicking. “never is a long time.”

“I won’t be moved.”

Dare finished prodding the zipper down all the way. Without care for Steven’s clothing, he ripped the pants down to his ankles.

“I really liked those,” Steven mourned. “They made my ass look incredible.”

“I did too, but you know what really shows it off? Nothing.”

Steven gasped as Dare used his claws to remove the final layer blocking him from his prize. Steven’s erection sprang up at him as if even his body knew of Dare’s worshipful ways. Without warning, Dare swallowed Steven down.

“Fuck!”

Steven dug his fingers into Dare’s hair and clutched it tight as if confused about whether to keep him there or prod him into action. “You are a talented cocksucker, kitten,” he praised.

Dare gave a pleased hum around his mouthful.

Steven groaned. He released Dare’s hair and clutched the coach. Free from the tight hold and no longer worrying about going bald, Dare spent the next ten minutes exploring his mate’s cock and showering him with attention. Dare ran his hands up and down Steven’s legs. Slow, sensual touches that increased his skin’s sensitivity and built anticipation.

“I’m not going to last,” Steven warned.

Dare squeezed Steven’s legs letting him know it was all right. Steven gasped rewarding Dare for his efforts. Dare swallowed down his prize. After he pulled off, Dare licked his lips. “Are you sure Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie?”

Steven eyed Dare with a heavy-lidded gaze. “I’ll call it an Easter film if we go into the bedroom and let me take care of you.”

Dare snickered. “Sounds like a deal.”

The pair left the living room with the sound of gunfire bursting from the television. Another Christmas movie checked off Dare’s ‘to watch’ list.

Interlude

Anthony pulsed his magic quieting the hinges and opening the bedroom door. His hands remained curved around a papered box wrapped in cartoon wolfs. It had taken a special rush order to procure the wrapping paper. He particularly liked the party hats. Grinning wildly, he moved across the plush carpet, careful not to bump into anything that might fall outside his silence bubble.

Ten steps from the bed, the lump buried beneath the covers moved.

“What are you doing, beloved?” the deep voice froze Anthony mid step.

“How did you hear me?” he sighed. It was next to impossible to surprise a werewolf.

Silver sat up in bed with messy hair and crinkled eyes. “I didn’t. But you smell like all the best things in my world, and you didn’t block your scent.”

“Damn.”

Silver laughed. “Come join me.” He patted the spot beside him in bed. “It’s too early to be awake.”

“Happy Birthday.” Anthony climbed onto the mattress and settled hip to hip to his lover.

“What did you get me?” Silver plucked the box from Anthony’s hands and shook it.

“Hey, don’t shake it.” Anthony laughed at the big, bad alpha’s childish glee.

“Is it fragile?”

“Only when a werewolf shakes it.”

Silver laughed. “Can I open it?”

“Yes, it is your birthday after all.”

“I like the paper,” Silver admired the wrapping.

“I thought of you.”

“I can tell.”

With a vicious smile, Silver tore off the paper then opened the box. A laugh burst through him. “You got me a stuffed wolf?”

“Look at its collar.”

A brass medallion dangled from a loop around the wolf’s throat. “One free night out.”

“We’ve both been so busy.” Anthony let his words trail off.

“We have been.” Silver carefully set the box on the floor the cupped Anthony’s face between his hands. “But no matter how busy we are, know that I’m always thinking of you.”

“Happy Birthday.” Anthony leaned into Silver’s warm touch. His callused hands sent pleasurable chills down his spine.

“It’s been great so far.” Silver pressed his lips against Anthony’s.

Heat poured down Anthony’s spine.

“Where’s the munchkin?” Silver whispered in Anthony’s ear.

“With Dare.” Anthony swung his leg over and straddled Siver’s lap.

“Excellent. Happy Birthday to me.”

Happy Thanksgiving!

So I can spend time with the family I’m only running a contest today!
Three winners will receive their choice of one of my backlist ebooks. To enter, tell me about your favorite holiday meal!