Guest Blogger = JC Wallace = Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!
Hi, everyone! I want to
thank Jayson for hosting the
Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!
Dare to Love Forever is my
second published novel, and I’m excited to share the story with you. At the end
of this post, you will find the buy link, blurb and excerpt, as well as a
chance to enter to win some great prizes at the
end of the tour!
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Kissing!! Who
doesn’t like kissing? Yes, in my stories I have sex scenes and the supernatural
and some kidnappings and bad guys and heroes...well, you get the point. But one
thing I love is kissing, especially those first kisses where there are
butterflies and anticipation and heat and hope and promise. So today, I am
sharing with you kisses from three different stories of mine. Enjoy!
Dare To Love Forever
Lincoln raised Carson’s hand
and rested it against his cheek. His dark beard scratched at Carson’s palm.
Carson raised his chin, met hooded, lust-filled eyes. Butterflies the size of
crows beat against Carson’s stomach. Lincoln’s tongue came out and licked at
his own lips. Carson’s eyes flicked down to watch the erotic motion. Gods, he
wanted to taste those wine-colored lips.
Maybe Lincoln was reading
Carson’s mind because Lincoln lifted his other hand and laid it on the back of
Carson’s neck. The skin-to-skin contact raced a shiver through Carson’s body
all the way to his toes. His cock was so hard and aching, and he wanted to
touch it but he refrained, waiting…breathing…yearning, as Lincoln continued to
stare right into him.
The hand on his neck
tightened and pulled Carson closer, leading him to Lincoln’s lips. Time stopped
as he traveled the short distance to those moist lips. Just before they
touched, Carson closed his eyes. Lincoln’s hot breaths hit Carson’s face and
then their lips came together tentatively, as if they were both waiting for the
other to make the move. The electricity sparking from just that touch zipped
straight to Carson’s groin and he surged forward, turning his head and opening
his mouth while wrapping his arms around Lincoln’s neck. Lincoln’s hand
tightened on Carson’s neck and the other wrapped around Carson’s waist and
pulled him hard against Lincoln’s chest.
Oh gods, the taste of the man
was heavenly, and Carson attacked his lips, teeth clacking, and a moan rising
from one of them. Lincoln turned his body and pulled Carson onto his lap.
Instantly, Carson humped against Lincoln’s stomach. A scorching heat rose from
within and Carson’s control held by only a fragile thread.
Curiosity Killed Shaney
Snuggling the large bear
chest, Shaney reveled in their serene closeness. Hudson’s hand gently lifted
Shaney’s chin. His gaze searched Shaney’s face for something. He tried to deny
the lust he read in Hudson’s intense eyes. If only...
Hudson leaned closer, his
gaze straying to Shaney’s mouth. Short gasps of air fanned his skin as Hudson’s
seductive lips descended. Shaney closed his eyes. His breath ceased as a
tentative caress and the swipe of a wet tongue played at his needy lips,
sparking nerve endings that zipped straight to his groin.
Any misconceptions he’d had
about Hudson’s orientation quickly dissipated. Shaney clenched at the cotton
material on Hudson’s back, desperately pulling at the reins of his overwhelming
need to rub and rut like a cat in heat. His growing erection pushed at the
front of the oversized sweats he’d come to be wearing. The pressure on his lips
increased as Hudson’s tongue explored his mouth. Hudson tightened his grip and
lifted Shaney until his toes tickled the carpet. One of Hudson’s legs slid
between Shaney’s thighs and Hudson lowered him onto that hard-muscled limb and,
oh, God, the pressure felt so fucking good.
The kissing turned into an
urgent battle of tangling tongues, clacking teeth, and moans filling their
combined mouths. Hudson lowered his hand, kneading Shaney’s backside. His other
hand ran trembling fingers through the waves at the back of Shaney’s skull,
taking full control of the bruising kiss. Shaney rocked his pulsing cock
against Hudson’s leg and Hudson’s immense bulge pressed hard into Shaney’s hip,
increasing Shaney’s frenzied bucking. Sweat coated Shaney’s forehead and
prickled the skin of his back. Growing pressure filled Shaney’s balls, and warm
waves of euphoric pleasure filled every cell as Shaney chased his elusive
orgasm. He needed to come so badly, wanted it with everything he was, wanted it
with Hudson.
Waiting for Snow by JC Wallace
Strong fingers touched Dain’s
neck, kneading the rock hard muscles. Dropping his head forward, Dain willed
the relaxation to filter through every muscle of his body.
“What happened that night,
Dain?”
Two thumbs rubbed over the
top of Dain’s spine and he moaned. Any inkling of his migraine dissipated. Soaking in every inch of those hands, he
said, “If I tell, it’ll grow arms and legs and a head and fucking eat me
alive.”
Jake leaned over his shoulder
and whispered. “I won’t let that happen. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
Dain shuddered, and fuck, if he didn’t believe every word. But the minute he
spilled the details of that awful night and his past, Jake’s touches would stop
and he needed that touch like a man dying of thirst.
Warm air feathered across Dain’s cheek and
Jake whispered, “I lied earlier.”
Dain licked at his dry lips.
“About what?”
"I don’t want to be your
friend, Sweetheart."
The seductive whisper ran
straight to Dain's cock. Dain wanted to touch Jake, kiss him, lick him. No one
had touched Dain since Mick. Fuck friendship.
“Don’t want that either.” God, his dick was
speaking for him now.
Dain turned and a hot spike
of desire shot straight to his core as their eyes connected. Jake’s chest rose
rapidly and his eyes hooded. Dain placed a hand over Jake’s racing heart as
Jake’s large hands settled gently on Dain’s hips. With shallow breaths, shaky
legs, and heart pounding against his ribs, Dain lifted his chin.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
Their lips crashed together
like a breaking tide. Tongues tangled and the kiss took on an increasing
urgency, but Jake pulled back and, with a frowning confusion, searched Dain’s
eyes for something. Dain wanted to question him, but need overruled. Opening
for another kiss, Dain ate at Jake’s mouth as if he were starving. Jake’s hands
ran down Dain’s back then squeezed his ass. Dain bucked his hips and Jake
answered with a buck of his own. Shit, a mammoth bulge pressed into Dain’s
stomach. God, he wanted this man here and now, forever.
Buy Link:
Blurb:
Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a
dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a
vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent
his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire
family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander
Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson
is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never
seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well,
however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before
his birth.
Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the
ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice
police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire
Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by
one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to
heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could
destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is
that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.
Can two vampires who have loved and
painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising
against them, and dare to love forever?
Excerpt:
Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze.
Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart
in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything
in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the
Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein
once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory.
Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was
mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where
biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always
been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what
he needed.
At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small
window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in
containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the
same consequence as stealing blood.
Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the
door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the
refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s
mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case,
he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and
ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid
to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”
Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed
into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three
men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried
to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.
“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was
larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of
Caron’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his
family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had
a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind
him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.
“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”
Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and
rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It
was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of
his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.
“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.
Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped
Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The
chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.
Please, do it quickly.
Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute
he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce
of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far.
This was the perfect ending.
The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the
floor. The letters NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire
equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood,
an act punishable by immediate death.
“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a
certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire
Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code
number 456.5, I, Chief Enforcement Officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby
pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this
judgment is carried out?”
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About JC Wallace
JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took
a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently
rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of
publishing with his short, Waiting for
Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity
Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things
men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one
another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC
loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what
his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).
In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with
autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one
on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack
Mountains in Northern NY.
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