Rites of Spring Blog Hop!

Rites-of-Spring-blog-hopWelcome to the Rites of Spring blog hop! March 20-23, 2013

Starting March 20, visit the participating authors and bloggers to learn more about current titles and upcoming releases, and for your chance to WIN print books, ebooks, gift certificates, book swag, or other goodies.


1st Place: Kindle Fire

2nd Place: $50 Amazon gift certificate

Falling for the first time. So very sweet, that first glance, first touch, first kiss. In my story WITHOUT AIDEN Tris is single again without wanting to be. In this excerpt, he’s remembering the very first kiss he shared with his lover.


Amazon     ARe Books

Is a gift of love enough to open Aiden’s heart and let Tris back in?

After the car accident that killed his parents and left his sister paralyzed, Tris is left with nothing. His family is destroyed. His reputation is shot. And all he has is the guilt of knowing it was all his fault. People in town know he’d been drinking that night, and know he should never have gotten behind the wheel. And even Aiden, the man he thought he’d be with forever, blames him too much to stay.

But Tris can’t let him just disappear. After months of loneliness and isolation, Tris brings Aiden a gift on his birthday, a hawk he’s carved from a chunk of wood they’d found in the forest during an afternoon of love. A small chink seems to open in Aiden’s heart, the first sign of forgiveness. With renewed hope, Tris takes a job renovating one of the older homes in town and tries to rebuild his life. But the townspeople have long memories, and when his sister’s condition worsens, forgiveness—and Aiden—seem to slip even further out of reach…


When the last brick was set in place, Andrew sighed and slipped off his gloves. “Excellent. I was hoping to get this done today.” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “It’s almost six. Why don’t you go on home and we’ll pick up tomorrow? I need to shower and get going.”

“Hot date?” Tris teased, then his eyes widened as a blush colored Andrew’s handsome face. “You do have one! Who is it? I know everyone in town…”

He laughed when Andrew threw up his hands. “I’m not telling. Last thing I need is you showing up to embarrass me.”

“I’d never do that. Fine, I’m leaving.” Tris pretended to be hurt and scrambled from the hole when Andrew took a jab at him. He was still chuckling when he climbed on his bike and started down the street. He went through all the women he knew in town, wondering which one would attract his very masculine boss.

“The librarian? Sally at the grocery store? Catherine?” The blare of a horn brought him out of his reverie. Shit! He ducked his head and pedaled as hard as he could, hoping to God Aiden hadn’t noticed him circling the parking lot in front of his apartment. He laughed painfully, recalling the times in high school he’d trolled Aiden’s neighborhood, shirt off, new jeans snug on his hips, silently praying his best friend would see him as something more.

His face warmed when he thought of the time Aiden had caught him. He’d been riding in lazy circles on the street.


Startled, he’d jerked his head up and nearly crashed into a parked car when he spotted Aiden on his porch watching him, a small grin on the sexy lips Tris had just been dreaming of.

He’d pedaled into the driveway and stopped, straddling the bike. “Um…hi.”

Aiden had glanced over his bare chest, lingered on the bulge growing in his jeans. Tris swallowed a moan at the approval in Aiden’s smile. “What are you doing?”

Tris shrugged. “Just out riding. Going somewhere?” he asked, noting Aiden’s pack.

“The library. Research for that damned essay in English Comp.”

“Want a ride?”

Aiden smirked, lifting a brow, and Tris flushed. Oh God, why had he said that? “Um…”

“Sure.” Aiden laughed softly and stepped onto the bars Tris had put on the back tire to give Candice a lift to school. Tris recalled the heat of Aiden’s body seeping into his back as they traveled the few blocks to the library. Aiden’s fingers burned where they gripped his shoulders, and Tris’s senses caught fire when his friend began to trace circles on his skin with his thumbs. The unexpected caress jolted straight to his cock, and Tris’s heart raced.

He brought them to a stop at the back of the library where a copse of trees and low hedges hid them from view. He waited, chest heaving, tense. What would Aiden…

Tris had shivered when Aiden placed a soft kiss behind his ear and slid his hands down Tris’s chest, rubbed the wisps of hair on his stomach. “I’d like to kiss you,” Aiden murmured, nuzzling Tris’s neck.

Afraid he was dreaming, Tris turned his head, and the lips he adored slid over his, warm, pliant, so sweet. Tris nudged them with his tongue and was invited into the heat and life of Aiden’s mouth. Aiden’s tongue tangled with his, teased, tasted. Tris moaned and leaned back against him, and Aiden lost his perch and stepped to the ground with a laugh.

“That was amazing,” he said, touching Tris’s mouth. He leaned down and kissed him again. Tris trembled when Aiden’s fingers slid along his stomach and outlined his cock through the snug jeans. Tris whimpered. He knew Aiden had been with other boys, but Tris hadn’t. He wasn’t sure what he should do. What did Aiden expect?

Aiden gave him a last sweet kiss then moved his hands to cup Tris’s face. “It’s OK, baby. My parents are out this evening. Come over? About five? I’d like to kiss you somewhere private.”

“Yes,” Tris whispered, voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, knowing he blushed, but his heart sang when Aiden gave him a brilliant smile then turned and headed toward the front of the building.

PRIZE TIME! Please leave a comment telling me of a special ‘first’ you’ve had for a chance to win any book on my backlist. Don’t forget your contact info!

A list of participants in the Rites of Spring blog hop is Here!

About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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22 Responses to Rites of Spring Blog Hop!

  1. Cinders says:

    Love “Without Aiden” a story of jumping to conclusions and finding out how very wrong you were.
    My “first” uummm learning how to swim I was around 7 my brother threw me off a swinging bridge into the river and told me to swim or sink. I dog paddled to the side. So to this day I do not enjoy swimming.


  2. parisfanca says:

    my first was taking an advanced biology course. i have learning disabilities and desperately wanted to see i i could do it. much to the surprise of the teachers i got a 60 percent on the course and won an award for the hardest worker in the course


  3. My first was learning how to do everything that nursing school required! Thanks for the hop! mikiajanai@yahoo.com

  4. Becky says:

    One of my special firsts is when I first meet my husband in the Walmart parking lot!! I will never forget the instant connection we had and that was 7 years ago 🙂

  5. JeanMP says:

    Still remember the first dance I had with a boy, so many years ago
    Thanks for the giveaway and being part of this great blog hop.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  6. Urbanista says:

    I remember my first day in design school, in college. I was the only black person, and the only woman in my class. The boys descended on me like vultures, and made it clear I didn’t belong there. Fortunately, I was a better student than most of them, very hardworking. What a memory! Thanks for joining the hop!
    brendurbanist at gmail dot com

  7. Trix says:

    I liked traveling on my own for the first time–I felt very grown-up and cool!


  8. Jessica Subject says:

    Thanks for participating, Dianne! 🙂

  9. KYLA WHITLEY says:

    I had a very special “first” back in my mid 20’s. I won’t tell you what it was, because it’s very personal. Thank you for sharing.
    jukyjoauka at aol dot com

  10. Cathy Brockman says:

    I loved without Aiden! My first was eating an oyster on the half shell. My boss asked me to do it to make sure they were good. Id never eaten one raw before, but h was cute so I did it for him was my first and last even for him LOL sugar_n_spice63830@yahoo.com

  11. Mary Roya says:

    It’s been so long ago, I don’t remember my first kiss. Guess it was that great. Tee Hee
    Loved the tease. Keep writing so I can keep reading.

  12. SheriV says:

    My first date with my husband we sat and held hands during the whole Narnia movie. We had been best friends for a while before hand. I still remember that movie fondly

    smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

  13. Joy F says:

    I love wearing the light colors of spring, there are so many.
    magic5905 at embarqmail dot com

  14. mabledsoe says:

    The first time I ever cooked dinner. I was ten and it was Swedish Meatballs made with ketchup..
    I love when Spring comes around so that I can have a bunch of fresh veggies.
    koonie2888 at yahoo dot com
    Michelle Bledsoe

  15. bn100 says:

    first thing I cooked was pasta


  16. yganoe says:

    My special first was traveling outside the country all by myself as a teenager.

  17. cindi169 says:

    Hmmm. First time taking my kids on vacation by myself after my divorce. Exhilarating. Made me believe that I could do anything I put my mind to!! Very empowering.
    cc_clubbs at yahoo dot com

  18. Catherine says:

    I was a latchkey kid–wore my key on a purple shoelace around my neck. When I was about 9 or 10, Eddie Madden grabbed my shoelace and pulled me in for a wet, sloppy kiss. It was not the kind of kiss you read about in romance novels and not near as nice as this kiss! LOL.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

  19. vampedchik says:

    The first time I held my niece! I remember it was 2 am and my mom and me were rushing to get out to the hospital. We were the first to see her. 🙂

  20. chickie434 says:

    Well, my special first was when I was teaching a taekwon-do class and a parent asked if I was a school teacher, because I was great at my job. I’m now working in a school and pursuing my degree in education 🙂


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