#MWtease

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Sorry for being so late this week guys, life has been a bit busy this week.

So last week I showed you a bit of Roc and Gabe at their worst….how about a little taste of them at their best?

This Weeks Tease:

“Don’t get me wrong, I love women. I love the way they smell. The way they walk. The way they’re soft where I’m hard.” Roc slid his rough hand along Gabe’s jaw, pushing slightly forcing Gabe to meet his eyes. “But don’t think for one goddamn second that the thing that gets me off the most is being buried so deep in your body I don’t know where you end and I begin.”

As far as romance in Roc’s book went, Gabe was pretty sure he just got promises He wasn’t sure Roc knew he was making.

“But–”

“Just shut up and let a guy tell you he loves you.”

“You never said anything about love.” Gabe’s lips twitched as Roc gave him a dark look. “You only said something about being balls deep in my hot ass.”

Roc growled, his kiss effectively killing off Gabe’s giggle. “Mouthy little shit.” Roc breathed across Gabe’s sensitive lips.

“I love you too Roc. I love you too.”

As always don’t forget to swing by the other author’s pages for a little tease!

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#MidWeekTease

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I know…I know I’ve really got to get better at this blogging thing. I have no real excuse except: life. SO what a way to come back but with a teaser for you guys?
midweektease I was invited to join the Mid Week TEASE blog hop by the lovely Susanne Matthews. What’s this you ask? Well basically we’ll all be posting an excerpt from our work, be it published, a work in progress, or what have you. Exciting right?

So since this is my first week, I figured I’d share with you guys a bit from Homecoming my M/M romance novella with Samhain Publishing.

Homecoming

 

BLURB:

Home is where his heart is…once he recognizes what’s in his heart.

Southern Honor, Book 1

Broken in body, mind and spirit after a botched mission in Kuwait, elite Special Forces operative Jack Dresden returns to Devotion, Georgia, both dreading and longing to face his past. He left town on the receiving end of a wicked right hook thrown by the only person who ever made him feel he was right where he belonged.

Dillon Bluff was never good at pretending. Coming out right after high school, it hasn’t been easy dealing with the stigma of being gay in a small, Southern town. When he stumbles across Jack in the throes of a panic attack, one touch reignites the smoldering, hidden torch he’s always carried for his former best friend.

Jack knows he’s messed up, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt Dillon again. But Dillon is determined to take control and show Jack’s heart the way back home.


Product Warnings

Contains a sexy, scarred Delta Force hero with the hots for his tattooed photojournalist prone-to-skinny-dipping ex-best friend. Threats of creative rope use and plenty of manly loving may leave the reader craving a cigarette—and a man in uniform.

 

 

 

Teaser:

Jack didn’t know what prompted him to reach across the table and take Dillon’s hand in his. It could have been the stark loss he saw in the brown depths of his eyes. More than likely, it was the overpowering need to feel the other man’s skin against his that had assaulted him almost as soon as he’d walked through the diner door.

Countless nights this man had haunted his dreams and countless nights Jack had to force himself to remember Dillon Bluff hated him. Would probably hate him even more if he gave in to the desire thrumming its way through his bloodstream to pull the smaller man over the table and take his mouth in a kiss that would wipe any memory of anyone but himself ever being there.

God, he was losing it. Edna’s return with their lunch gave him the space from his thoughts, he needed to breathe and get his thoughts in order. He tucked into the juicy burger in front of him, determined to ignore the heat still radiating from his palm.

Dillon had made his opinion of him very clear ten years ago. Conveyed rather nicely with his lethal right hook. He had surprised Jack saying he owed him an apology. If anyone needed to say they were sorry, it was Jack. He had led Stacy on for years. Left her thinking they had a future. He had tried to sneak out of town without saying goodbye to the man who made him feel alive. He was chicken shit and he knew it. All he had to do was get through this lunch and the party tomorrow night and he would probably never see Dillon again. Jack had survived the worst kinds of torture. Surely he could keep a handle on his lust for forty-eight hours?

He tried to pay attention to Stacy as she updated him on all the happenings around Devotion. He couldn’t stop himself from looking across the table at Dillon. He fought a smile as he watched the other man mop up burger juices with his fries. He followed the french fry’s journey to lips that had left him a quaking mess ten years ago. When Dillon’s pink tongue peeked out and dabbed at the corner of his mouth, he had to pinch his thigh to hold in the moan of longing.

“So what do you think?” Stacy’s question had him stuttering back to reality. Leaving behind the world where he traced the delicate lines of the colorful tattoos covering Dillon’s arms with sharp nips and soothing kisses.

He tried to hide his scowl at the direction his thoughts had wandered down and turned to the woman next to him. “I’m sorry?”

“I was saying that we need to get together after the party tomorrow.” She winked at him. “How long are you in town?”

“Six weeks.” He tried not to growl the answer but he could feel Dillon watching him. His entire body seemed to be in tune to Dillon’s and that was the last thing he needed. There was no way he was going to make it through another meal with the man without giving the whole restaurant a show he doubted any of them truly wanted to see.

“That settles it then.” Stacy grabbed his arm and squeezed. Across the table, Dillon tensed. “We can’t let you spend the whole time squirreled away in that house.”

“He’s supposed to be recovering, Stacy.” He watched her brows crinkle in confusion before she shot her brother a quick look. Dillon was now studying him like he was assessing his fitness. Like he just remembered that he was here on medical leave and not to stay.

“He looks fit enough to me.”

“That’s because Jack Dresden only lets people see what he wants them to.”

Surprised, Jack held his gaze. What did he mean by that? Did Dillon suspect his feelings for him? It was hard to say because the only thing he found in the other man’s eyes was a banked fire. He wasn’t sure if it was flames of anger or something else.

 

You can pick up your copy of Homecoming here:

| Amazon | Samhain Store | Barnes & Noble |

 

Don’t forget to stop by the other author’s teasers and pick up some good reads along the way! See you all next week!

  1. Sandra Bunino
  2. The Reese Ryan Diaries
  3. Kiru Taye Writes
  4. Essence Write
  5. Scandalous Stories
  6. S. J. Maylee
  7. Erin M. Leaf
  8. Living the Dream
  9. Siobhan Muir
  10. Flirty & Feisty Romance Blog
  11. Doris O’Connor
  12. Carlene Love Flores
  13. London’s Scribbles
  14. Meredith Daniels
  15. Raven McAllan
  16. Danielle Doolittle
  17. Lucy Felthouse

Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia

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!!!!!THE WINNER OF MY GIVEAWAY IS JULIANA!!!!!!

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Today is International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia and to help spread word and bring people into awareness of the issues the LGBTQ writing community, including authors, publishers, and cover artist, have banded together on this amazing blog hop. This list is impressive (see end of post for whole list)

So when I signed up for this blog hop I was really unsure what exactly I was going to do my post about. There are so many issues out there that in regards to homo/transphobia I was sort of left scratching my head.

Enter real life example.

As some of you know my EDJ (evil day job) deals directly with the public. I’m a supervisor of people who are supposed to provide customer service. Excellent customer service to anyone

Well one afternoon one of my associates, a man in his mid-forties, was gabbing to everyone who could hear when a customer approaches. She’s tall, broad- shouldered, made up, and obviously transgender. As soon as she walks away the cutting remarks started. I’m sure you’ve all heard something similar “did you see that?” “I don’t understand! You’re a dude that means you don’t put on make up and strut around in women’s panties”, etc, etc.

I was appalled.

For the first few comments I could only look at this person in shock. I mean really, how could someone be so insensitive?

After a few more comments he turned to me and asks, “am I right?”, looking for support for his views. I couldn’t believe it.

Really?

He’s fishing for me to pump my fist in the air and proclaim his opinion right?

Wrong.

I calmly looked at him and told him, “actually I think she looked great.” (And she did but that’s off topic)

He looked at me in shock before exclaiming “I’m sorry, she? That thing was born with the wrong plumbing to be called a she. I don’t care what they say.”

You’ve heard an argument like this before right? Purely based on the biology of a person? Heard someone referring to a transgendered person as a thing rather than a person?

I was stunned. Stunned but not enough so to not state my position. I calmly looked at him, told him I respected his personal beliefs but had to wholeheartedly disagree. It’s not about whether a person is born male or female. It’s not about the name, gender roles, and expectations our society gives them at birth. It’s about who they are. It’s about who they identify themselves with. I don’t care what their birth certificate says or what’s going on between their legs. What kind of human beings are we to deny recognizing a person as who and what they are in their very core?

Who was this man to ridicule not only the woman (yes there were words said over my referring to her as a woman) who came into the store, but a whole group of people? He justified himself by saying “Look, I don’t have anything agains gays, I’m not homophobic. I volunteered for things, worked security for their Pride parades. I don’t care what they do behind closed doors I just don’t want them rubbing my face in it.”

How, exactly, is a woman being comfortable with who she is rubbing his face in anything? I asked him this and his response was, again, how wrong it was. *shakes head* I knew nothing I could say would convince him to open his mind, even a little, on the subject.

I had so many arguments for his close minded view. Who’s to say she was “gay”? And even if she likes men it would, to her, most likely make her straight. Slippery slope with this guy and I could have spent the rest of they day trying to explain it to him. But it would have been like banging my head against a brick wall.

There is such a gap in understanding between the community and people like this man I work with. A gap that can’t be closed until a dialog is opened up and those who don’t understand, by choice or ignorance, are willing to hear what the LGBTQ community has to say. Sadly, until then scenes like this will continue to play out everywhere. Men and women will continue to get funny looks, be on the receiving end of cutting remarks, and bullied for trying to make their outside match what’s always been on the inside.

Now your reward for listening to me rant!

Every stop on the hop is offering a giveaway. I’m giving away an eBook copy (any format) of my novella Homecoming.

How do you win? Just leave a comment with your email (Sally at gmail dot com) and I’ll use random.com to pick a winner at the end of the hop.

As my son would say, easy peasy.

***additon***

I stumbled across this post this morning at the Bilerico Project and had to share it. It asks, and attempts to answer the bigger question here: why do people hate what they don’t understand. In this case it’s the transgender community but I think it can be applied to the issue of homo/trans/biphobia. Click here to read.

Updates and Release Week Jitters

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Well hello again! First thing’s first. As most of you know Tuesday was release day for Homecoming and I’ve been a bit nervous about it. I would have spent my time eating my weight in chocolate, but unfortunately that luxury has been denied me by me evil gallbladder.

Which leads me to news número dos. It seems my gallbladder has served it’s notice and wishes to no longer aid in…whatever it is gallbladders do. I’m meeting with a surgeon today to discuss my options. Mainly when and where I’ll be getting the damn thing removed.

A book release and prospective surgery in the same week you say? My life is a ball of all that is exciting.

ANYWAY, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who made my release week wonderful. Thank you to everyone who purchased, reviewed, hated, and loved Homecoming. I know the book is rather short, but stick with me here, there’s so much more to come for the town of Devotion, Georgia and the Southern Honor series in general.

I leave you now with a victory dance for making it to the other side of the release day jitters…

http://youtu.be/8pQAWOCofXo

They call me Meredith

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So you’ve stumbled upon my humble little blog. Please, sit. Relax. Keep reading.

I suppose you’re wondering who this crazy woman is, yes?

Well, they call me Meredith Daniels. Or more accurately, I chose to call myself Meredith.

Pleased to meet you.

Like so many authors I’ve decided to use a pen name. Not for any particularly nefarious reason outside the idea that it makes my life a little less complicated. How can creating a whole new person be easier you ask? Trust me, it does. Probably for the same reasons so many other authors choose to write under another name.

So who am I?

I’m a writer. And I come fully equipped with all the personality quirks that lofty title entails. It takes a certain kind of person to create a whole new world on the page. My particular worlds usually contain two people who desperately need to be loved.

I never set out to be a romance author. There was no adolescent epiphany. No stunning ah-ha moment. No voice of God stating I shall write romance. Now, hold on before you scoff. I didn’t say I wasn’t drawn to writing. I lived for telling stories. Needed it like oxygen, or water. Or chocolate. When I set out to write my first story, the idea that it would be a romance never entered my mind until I made it to that first love scene. It just flowed from me and I knew that this was what I was meant to be doing. Even if it wasn’t an obvious conclusion, somewhere in my writerly subconscious I KNEW sharing with readers how people find love was what I needed to be doing.

So hello, I’m Meredith Daniels and I write romance.