You might not be aware of this, by my fellow Decadent Publishing author N.D. Wylders is the queen of fun and games. Her blog tours, hops, and scavenger hunts put mine to shame, and now that she has buy links, we're ready to electronically party!
Read on to find out how to win $20 bucks!
Hello, I’m ND and I’m here to not only promote, but celebrate both the release of my first ever Beyond Fairytales story and the Christmas Holiday. I’m even giving away a $20 Amazon Gift Card and a copy of the book!
When I got to thinking about a blog tour, I decided I wanted to go with something that celebrates the holiday but isn’t strictly about promo. So here’s what I come up with…over the next six days, you - my dear readers, will get a glimpse of what a good old fashioned Christmas is like to a grown up cybernetic man who’s never experienced it. So pull up a chair, a glass of your favorite holiday drink – whether that be eggnog or apple cider, and enjoy a little holiday fun as Ivan introduces his master and lover to everything that we humans take for granted during the holiday season…
Cranberries and Warm Bottoms
Taking a deep breath, Ivan picked up the tray holding a huge bowl of popcorn he’d had to pop to replace the bowl he’d made the day before, a smaller dish of fresh cranberries, a spool of metallic gold thread, scissors, and a few needles. It had been years since he’d done this, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. What if Lucero thought this was stupid? Or worse just humored him?
“I’m growing impatient, amans. Don’t make me come in there and get you.” The command in his master’s voice sent shivers of awareness down Ivan’s spine. He recognized that tone. Lucero wasn’t fooling around.
“Coming.” He shouldered past the swinging door and entered his living room, where Lucero sprawled on the couch with Luci-belle curled up in a tight ball on his chest. His dick, which had softened a little while he’d gathered the supplies, went hard. He barely had time to set the tray down on the low stand next to the couch, when Lucero commanded his attention.
“Come here.” Lucero snapped his fingers without disturbing her highness. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”
He opened his mouth to protest as nerves set in. He wanted to retort that the man had done his share of groping while they’d stomped through the new snowfall to find the perfect tree. That same tree currently held a position of honor in front of the bay windows of his living room. So much teasing that Ivan had nearly come in his pants, or would’ve if the attendant at the farm hadn’t stopped to ask if he needed help loading the tree into the truck.
“I don’t like having to repeat myself, Ivan.” Lucero sat up and set the cat aside.
He blanched as he realized that his master hadn’t appreciated his slowness in responding. “I’m sorry, I…” He knew Lucero wouldn’t deliberately be cruel or mean, but the part of him that lived to submit to the man, cringed at the idea of not pleasing him.
“I know.” Lucero threaded his fingers through Ivan’s long hair, his nails erotically scratching at his scalp, before tugging on the strands as Lucero pulled his head down for a kiss. Ivan moaned softly against Lucero’s lips, highly aware of his naked state compared to that of his clothed master.
By the time he released Ivan from the kiss, he was ready to forget about stringing the garland and beg his Sir to fuck him. It was always like this. The red-hot need to belong to the smaller man… to lose himself in his master’s embrace.
“Fuck the decorations. Take me to bed, Sir?”
“No. This is part of your traditions.” Lucero growled, just before Ivan’s ass lit up, bright as any lights on any Christmas tree, when Lucero’s hand landed hard. “You promised we’d decorate this tree. So let’s get started or would you rather have a good ass warming first?”
Ivan groaned. “Damned if the later doesn’t sound tempting, but a promise is a promise.” He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to rub the spot where Lucero had smacked. “We’ll have to string the lights first, but let’s get started on the cranberry and popcorn garland…” Ivan struggled to focus on the task at hand…all the while knowing that once they were finished his master would probably pounce…and he couldn’t wait.
Stay tuned tomorrow to find out if Ivan gets his reward for keeping his promise or not…on Louisa Bacio’s blog. And don’t forget to tell me if you have a tradition you do every year, or do you wing it?... in the Rafflecopter form (or link) below…you’ll be entered to win a twenty dollar gift card from Amazon and a free copy of Don’t Call Me Iron Man. I’ll be drawing the winner on Dec 21st and announcing the winner on my BLOG.
Don't Call Me Iron Man
by N.D. Wylders
Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want—a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted—no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expects when he drop by his favorite haunt for a few brews is to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listens to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he finds himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm—one with a quest—for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seems simple enough and a small price to pay to return to his own time.
Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan—three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch.
Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
Find out about Ivan and Lucero’s other holiday experiences…
Dec 15th – TL Reeve
Dec 16th – Kate Richards
Dec 17th – YOU ARE HERE
Dec 18th – Louisa Bacio
Dec 19th – Kerry Adrienne
Dec 20th – Tara Andrews