Spotlight: Lip Service by @NikkaMichaels

Lip Service


By Nikka Michaels


Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M


Length: Short Story, sequel to Room Service


Release Date: April 15, 2014


Publisher: Cobblestone Press



What is Cobblestone Press’ Blue Line?

The Blue short story line is erotica. For us, erotica is about the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy.  These stories are sexy, very graphic, and are by no means a “traditional romance”.




Dr. Seth Campbell and Carson Randall from ROOM SERVICE return in this short erotic sequel. Separated by their jobs on a daily basis, the partners have to make time for each other when they can. They combine their passion for each other in mini interludes to reconnect with each other and rekindle their connection.

When Seth finds Carson waiting for him in the hotel bar, their attraction and awareness smolders to life. When their already limited time together is interrupted by an important phone call, an impatient Seth takes matters into his own hands.





I reached between us to yank open his shirt, grinning when the buttons flew, plinking off the table and chair.


“This was my favorite shirt.” He glared at me.


“Well, now we’re even after last time.” I smirked and leaned down to push his shirt up and off his shoulders then his undershirt. I dragged my tongue over his nipple then tugged it with my teeth.


His frustrated whine turned into a long moan as I reached between us to stroke him harder. “God, Seth. Get naked. Now.”

“Impatient.” I grinned as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt far enough to yank it over my head, tossing it on the floor. The thin T-shirt I wore met the same fate as he pulled me in for another kiss.


“Lube. Your ass. My cock. Now.”


“Yes, sir.” I smirked then turned to grab the lube from my bag I’d thrown on the luggage rack, my breath stuttering out in surprise as I heard Carson move. Quicker than I expected I found myself flat on my back on the bed, staring up at my lover as he pinned my hands next to my head. His knees hugged my hips as he stared down at me, all amusement gone, replaced with something deeper.


“Not your sir. Just yours.” His gaze was serious as he dipped his head to kiss me deeply. When I pushed up against his hold to return his kiss, I moaned as my trapped cock ground against his ass and cursed my pants for keeping my skin from his.





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Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has four releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology, and Room Service the M/M BDSM short story from Cobblestone Press’ Blue line. Lip Service, the sequel to Room Service is forthcoming from Cobblestone Press. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.




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#FreeRead - Spotlight on Touch of Sin by Carlene Love Flores @cloveflores

Hi! Thank you to the lovely Bethany-Kris for hostessing Luke, Sarrie and myself so expertly today. I love being here and am happy to bring with me my latest release, Touch of Sin! This book is the fourth installment of the Sin Pointe Novel series and the first official Sin Pointe Free Read. I thought it was a great time to thank the series fans and welcome new ones when Luke and Sarrie popped into my brain and stole my heart. I hope they do the same for you. Have a great weekend everyone and Happy Reading! Love stories rock! Xoxo Carlene



Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel Free Read) Blurb:

Lonerby guitarist Luke Willoughby and his band are under tight scrutiny since a press conference was ruined by a band member’s sudden vomiting attack. They’ve been suspended from the Sin Pointe tour and Luke fears they’ve blown it for good. The last thing he expects is the cute management spy sent to observe him.

No-nonsense Sarrie Walker knows exactly what she’s there to do, and makes no secret of it. Luke is impressed—and powerfully attracted to Sarrie’s strong and sexy innocence. When they end up stuck together in close quarters, Sarrie becomes dangerously irresistible—and very much off-limits. Does she hold Luke’s second chance? And if he gives in to her powerful allure, what happens to his heart?




Sarrie stepped carefully and mostly on tip toes out of the tiny, grime grouted shower. She’d had to waste one of their two usable towels for a floor mat and made sure to land on it.

The good news was that she no longer teetered on what she’d tell Mr. Keller when they made it to D.C.

Noah was sick and while he’d managed himself at these smaller gigs, he didn’t belong on a massive, nationwide Sin Pointe tour. She tried to picture him night after night and the binge drinking sessions. It hurt her heart to think of it but worse than that was picturing the landslide of sleepless nights Luke would have to suffer through caring for him. Sure, they might all hate her as a consequence, but that’s why it was called tough love. The truth hurt at first. And sometimes for a very long time after. But at least the person would be alive.

            She grabbed for the towel she’d left on the toilet seat and found a loosely folded bunch of clothes. Not hers because they were too big and, she pulled the shirt to her nose, they smelled like Luke. “Mmmm.”

            Her eyes popped open so wide she felt her lashes touch her brow bone. Yes, she’d just sighed at a man’s smell. It was a first. Maybe it was because her decision no longer hung over her head, but she could get lost in the fact she held the shirt he’d played in. She inhaled and the smell brought back visions of him serving as master of his guitar and the beads of sweat that had dotted his forehead, the one that hung from his nose, and the slick mass that had wet his chest hairs showing through the top of his V neck shirt. He’d been so lost in the music that he hadn’t seen her staring or cared about the sweat. She’d noticed more than she realized and had to stop and breathe through what that meant.

            “So that’s it, Sarrie? You’re going there now?” she whispered to herself. “Unbelievable.”

            Why shouldn’t she?

            Because she’d never had these feelings for a man before? Because the two days she’d known Luke were clearly not long enough and she was here to study him, not fall into a foolish one-sided infatuation? Or was it that his life situation was too close a reminder of the one she’d finally saved herself and her father from? The heaviness of all those truths bowed her shoulders inward and down.

            He’s gonna be dealing with Noah’s addiction for a long time to come, especially if he can’t stand to see his baby brother suffer. That’s what enablers did. She knew because she’d watched her mom tiptoe around her dad until the day Mom just didn’t come home.

            Plopping down on the toilet seat, she bundled Luke’s jeans together with his shirt and hugged them. A sock fell from the pile. She found its match and could have cried at his selflessness. He was a good guy and he had a ton of hurt coming his way. For a second, she forgot where she was and nearly let her head fall back against the dingy bathroom wall.

            Cold air leaking through the thin motel walls made her shiver. So did the thought of wearing Luke’s clothes. But after she made sure to dry off with the one towel, she pulled on her old panties and bra and then his jeans, which nearly fell right back down, and then slipped his V neck shirt over her head. The baggy look reminded her of the girls from TLC, but not one single day in her life had she ever felt crazy, sexy or cool. Well, maybe she could identify with the crazy part. Completely foreign to her was the thought of what Luke would think. And then she had an altogether more shocking thought. If his clothes were in here, what was he wearing?

            Hot gusts of air puffed out from her lungs until she managed to calm them down. But all she could really think about were bare, strong shoulders and more than just the tiny glimpses she’d gotten of his chest in the V cut shirt she currently wore. She needed a drink of water. Badly. She wiggled her toes in his giant socks.


A Bit About Carlene:

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC). Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights.  If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.  


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What I #amreading this week ...
Easter break has offered me lots of time to catch up on some reading. I've just finished The Murder of King Tut by James Patterson. A novel that the hubby picked up for me a couple of years ago and sat in my bookshelf for the entire time. Don't ask me what took so long to pick it up, but I should have picked it up sooner.

For romance? Well. the very lovely Jewel Quinlan has two new books in my TBR pile this week. Both short stories, and I do so love short stories. Her Surrender Sweet Succubus and Extreme Heat look pretty awesome--and hot--so I can't wait to dive in.

And hopefully, if I have any time, I'll fit in some writing.


Happy coming Easter!

Book Tour: A Dom's Decision by Raven McAllan - Guest Post

Dom's Decision
Series: Dommissimma, #2
Erotica, GLBT, Romance

The origin of Athol


Athol was one of those secondary characters in a book that grabbed me, and it seems my readers. He was funny, compassionate and, oh my, an out and out Dom.

When he first appeared in Master, book one of Dommisimma, he immediately grabbed mine, and lots of other people’s attention. Funny, compassionate and oh my, a Dom all

right. Someone who could make fun about himself, and admit he'd screwed up, but still more than capable of helping others. The one thing we didn’t find out was that had gone wrong. I don’t think I was the only one who wondered.


Athol’s one true love is as stubborn and individual as Athol.

Edan Murdoch, misses Athol like you miss a part of yourself, but he was as bad as Athol in not being willing to give an inch.


Seriously I wanted to bang their heads together more than once .I started their story, and left it more than once when the stubborn so-and-sos refused to help me out and cooperate.


Eventually I pieced their story together, and oh my, it was well worth waiting for.


I can only hope I’ve done it justice.


When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…

Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.

It forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never forgotten. Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He's
lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.

Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?

Edan Murdoch moved back from the keyboard and stretched his arms high above his head to untangle the kinks in his shoulders.
He pulled the thin strip of leather from his ponytail and wondered for the umpteenth time if he should grow up and cut his hair. Left loose, it fell over his shoulders in a waterfall of black curls, and got him more than enough sly comments and references to dark-haired cherubs and dodgy rock stars. But then if he kept it short, it became a tight mass of twists and knots. It was the thought of how long it took to detangle that made his mind up––he'd leave it as it was, with the odd trim by his friendly neighborhood barber. At last kept longer, he could get a brush through it. Edan rolled his shoulders and put the thong in his desk drawer for the following morning.

It had been a long day, a long week even, and all he wanted was to go home, pour a glass of Merlot and chill. Well, not all, he amended silently, he'd prefer a hot bod--one specific hot bod, even—beside him, but that was likely as a midge-free summer on the West Coast.

One more report and he'd leave. As it was, Absinthe the cat would give him the cold shoulder. Edan chuckled to himself. How stereotypical was he? Gay, on his own, and with a cat for a companion. And anyone who said cats were self-contained and no trouble had never met Absinthe. That cat could make her thoughts and needs known with one meow and a glare.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He jumped and pressed keys, making an 'sssssssss' row across the report, and swore. Who on earth would be around at—he glanced at his watch—shit, nearly nine o'clock at night. Where had the time gone?

"Yeah?" He pushed up his glasses, and rubbed his face. God, he was tired. "Come in."

The door opened and Athol walked in. Edan’s  tiredness dropped away like an old washcloth.

"Fuck me."

The newcomer nodded. "Yes please, here or do you have somewhere else in mind?"

Edan laughed. "Well, that's the rub, isn't it? You ready for a little subbing yet?"

"In your dreams, mate. I'm the Dom."

Edan nodded. That was the sticking point and always had been.
"Yeah, and so am I. So there we have it. Or don't, as the case may be. Why are you here? I'm sure it's not just to tell me you're not prepared to negotiate."

Athol shrugged. "You know it's not. But we have a problem. Or rather, I think I do. You're just a not so innocent bystander."

His words made Edan grin. "Innocent never was comparable with you or me, mate. Ah, Athol. Bloody hell, I've missed you."
He walked around the desk and grabbed Athol and pulled him into a big hug. It was returned with fervor, and he was damned sure he got a swift kiss on the neck as well. "Not just in bed." He stopped talking, scared he'd said too much
Athol didn't answer. He looked unhappy, and Edan wished he could retract his words
"Dammit, in other things as well. Someone to laugh with, to share the ups and downs, and someone to high-five when everything works out."

Athol grimaced. Edan realized more than ever this wasn't just a social call. Here was one of the two people in the world he truly loved, one whom he hadn't seen for over five years, and his feelings were as strong as ever. And, typical, it seemed nothing had changed. For years they'd met up, chatted, argued, and gone their separate ways. The last few years they hadn't even done that. He had never told Athol where he lived, what he was doing, or how miserable he'd been. Just sat and agonized through those few hours they'd spared for each other. Why the hell couldn't he give in, just a little bit? If Athol were prepared to switch, Edan would do so gladly. But he wasn't going to be the only one, not any more.

"Maybe one day," Athol said slowly. "Once we've sorted this crap out. Life as a lonely Dom ain't all it's cracked up to be. Not when everyone around you is loved up and pairing up. Well, nearly everyone," he said. "I can think of a few who need help. I had a blast from the past at the club last night."

"Club? I thought you were a psychologist."

"God almighty, have you forgotten all our late-night sessions, not the sex ones but the angst ones? Psychiatrist, Edan, watch my lips." He repeated the word.

Edan couldn't help it. He punched his friend's shoulder and grinned. "Works every time, sucker. Okay, chill. What club and why?"

"Dommissima, because I want to."

Edan whistled. He'd heard about that. One of the premier and exclusive BDSM clubs in the country. "Playing with the big boys, eh?"

"Oh, hon, you better believe it." Athol dropped his wrist, rolled his eyes and snorted. "And get it right, I am one of the big boys, almost. Ah, Edan, I've fucking missed you. Why did we cock it up?" 

Raven lives in
Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown
the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings
in her books.

She is used to
sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to
say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

Her very
understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the
dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned
offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types

Information on The Arrangement's Sequel, The Series, and more ...
I know, right?

There's a sequel? A whole series? WHAAT?!

When did that happen?

Well, actually, it always had happened. From the moment I began penning The Arrangement, it was planned to be a series titled The Russian Guns. In fact, for the longest time, the page on this blog that directed to information on The Arrangement was titled for the series and not the first book. Every post on this blog that referenced The Arrangement had the tag "The Russian Guns series" attached.

The Russian Guns is a three book trilogy--though I prefer series--that follows the main couple Anton and Viviana through the first few years of their relationship, marriage, and the mafia lifestyle they live and the issues they face through it all.

When I pitched the story, I pitched it as the first book in a series of three. The publisher, unfortunately, was only interested in the first book. Subsequent series titles featuring the same couple as the main pairing wasn't something they were interested in, though I wasn't aware of that fact and they didn't make me aware, either.

So, it's not a surprise that everywhere you look, The Arrangement comes up as a single title, standalone story. Certainly not a shocker that it doesn't present itself as a series with more titles coming up. Though I requested for the series information to be included, and provided the information during publication, it still isn't and won't be for the first book unless I can do it myself.

Like Goodreads. And possibly Amazon.

When I was able to change the book's information on Goodreads the other day--with the help of a wonderful librarian--my Goodreads inbox was flooded with several messages within minutes.

"There's more?"

"More of Anton and Vine?"


Yeah, there's more. A lot more. So much more. Thank, thank, thank you for your interest and support. It was just what I needed in this journey.

And I cannot wait to share it, really. I will be sharing it, too.

I will be self-publishing the final two installments of Viviana and Anton's story in The Life and The Score. It's a scary step, but without a doubt, the right one for me and this series. No, The Arrangement will likely not show up as the first book in the series, but every book I put out myself will be linked back to it for the new readers. I hope to have The Life out by summer, and at the latest, the end of summer. And while the subsequent books can be considered standalones in the series, I do highly recommend new readers delve into The Arrangement first to learn the story of these two characters and how their love story really came to be.

For those possible wonderers of Christina and Nicoli, there is a very high probability of a fourth novella being released once Anton and Viviana's stories are completely told. I always wanted to tell their tale as well.

Anyways, there's the info. Thanks for reading my ramble. Please share for others to know, also.

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