Blogfest 2013!

BlogFest 2013 mediumWelcome to A Journey of Books Blogfest!

Let’s make this easy! Comment below for a chance to win an e-copy of any book on my backlist, including the new Down on the Farm Anthology.

Here’s the links of the next five people for you to visit for even more prizes!

Gemma Parkes Living and Loving
Diva’s Bookcase
Bibliophilia, Please
The Cozy Reader
Dee Kirkby

Everyone Else

HAPPY HOPPING!

You can keep track of your visits HERE if you’d like. 🙂

Grand giveaway:

For the past two years, we have picked one blog visitor that won a great big box of fun prizes.  This year, every blog that you mark on the tracking site earns you one entry.  Each participating blog also gets to choose one visitor and that person earns 10 entries.  One winner is chosen to win the box of awesomeness.

Down on the Farm vol 1_200x300CALLUM’S FATE

ARe Books     Amazon     Breathless Press

Will the help of the faery people be enough to save Callum from his fate or will he succumb to the mystical allure of the moors?

Excerpt:

Callum ran until his lungs burned; every breath ragged, painful. Fear spurred him on, though fog began to cling to the rough mounds of the barrows, making such flight dangerous. Stones stabbed through his worn boots with each footfall, but he daren’t stop. There had been voices in the shadows… 

Exhaustion slowed him, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Dusk began to lay its dark mantle on the landscape and he shivered as a finger of dread traveled his spine. Dangerous to be on the moors at night without shelter. He cursed the ill fortune that had sent him this way, but he was hungry and ill. He’d followed the will-o-the-wisp, thinking they were the lights of a farmhouse. His brothers would crudely have called them swamp gas and continued on the road, but Callum had always been the fool.

An owl hooted in the semi-darkness making his skin crawl. “Sweet lord,” he muttered, heart thumping. “Protect me—”

He stumbled on a loose stone and fell heavily against a dark mound of earth. Oh God! The ground caved in under him and he dropped into the barrow in a shower of dirt.

“Save me!” he sobbed as he scrambled to his knees. Sinewy arms reached up from the blackness and wrapped around him. Callum screamed, but no sound escaped his throat, choked with terror. He was yanked against a hard chest and hands ran over him, disembodied in the darkness.

“Soft. Sweet.” A voice sliced the silence, a cold breath against his face. He gagged on the waft of rot and decay. The tip of a dry tongue scraped over his jaw and he shuddered against the body under him. “Nice strong bones to gnaw,” the voice continued. “Sweet marrow to suck and swallow. Shall I eat you, my lovely one?”

Callum whimpered as the low tones wound through his head. The mists parted and moonlight filled the barrow, showing him the creature. He gasped at the cold beauty of its face. Eyes dark as pitch burned into him, brushed against his soul. Lush lips, dripping honey, overripe, took his mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse into a riot of hunger and desire.

A vague warning sounded in his head, urging him to run. The wight’s hands slid down his back and squeezed his ass and Callum groaned as he was rocked against the long, hard length of the creature’s erection. His own cock grew heavy, aching as it rubbed along the impossible thickness of the ghoul’s shaft.

Nimble fingers pushed against his balls and sensitive hole through his clothing and Callum’s deep moan spilled into the lush mouth sucking his tongue. There’d been a boy back home he’d touched on occasion, but they’d never… He never… But the thought of the wight’s huge cock sliding into him, stretching him open, filled him with a wild lust he couldn’t control.

He trembled and sobbed with need as the creature in the guise of this beautiful man trailed kisses down his neck. It moved his long hair aside to nibble at his collar bone. The thing’s hand reached between them and clutched his cock, and pleasure, hot as fire, swept through him.

The wight’s plump lips returned to his ear. “Stay with me,” it whispered as he stroked and squeezed him into a frenzy of bliss.

Callum fought to catch his breath, dizzy. “Yes.” He panted. He’d promise anything to keep the creature stroking his dick. The wight’s other hand snaked into his trousers, tugged his ball sack, and he shouted as he came, his orgasm ripping through him in waves of ecstasy. His seed spilled in a warm gush into the creature’s hand. Even when he was spent, the thing continued to pull on his sensitive cock, sending unbearable sparks of bliss through him. He fell weeping against its chest, begging to be let go.

“Mine.”

The wight’s whisper nudged Callum from the dream he was falling into. What?

“No!” He pushed up in a panic. What had he sworn to do? Large hands reached for him, but terror gave him strength and he scrambled for the ledge above him. Catching hold of the crumbling lip, he swung his legs over, and rolled from the barrow. The wight’s screech of fury chased him across the glen. Running in terror, he skirted the remaining mounds and fled onto the moors.

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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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11 Responses to Blogfest 2013!

  1. Cathy Brockman says:

    it looks really good good luck! sugar_n_spice63830@yahoo.com

  2. flutterfli01 says:

    Very intriguing. Sounds like something I would definitely like to read.

  3. Mmm, what a lovely excerpt – and I’m actually really interested to see what happens to Callum now!!

    Thanks for the giveaway. 🙂 a.pile.of.good.things@gmail.com

  4. Just by reading the excerpt I can tell it would make a wonderful book to write a review about. I have been writing reviews for new and seasoned authors for a long time. Several of my reviews they used on their books themselves! What an honor that was. Anyway, I wish everyone good luck. I usually do not participate in contests, but when I came across Dianne’s book Down on the Farm, I knew it was written with great love and imagination! Good luck and I hope this contest gets the word out about your wonderful book!!

  5. NiinaC says:

    I’ll take part! That cover is yummy, btw. 😉 elvenspirit at gmail.com

  6. Jim Evans says:

    Ok, Down on the Farm looks great….I have to tell you that I would give this book a shot just from the pic of the guy in the kilt…..I know you should never judge a book by its cover, but there is a whole mystique about a man in a kilt….and what he does NOT where under it, to be a proper highlander…..If people were honest, they would admit if they saw that book cover in a shop, they would at least pick it up and read the summary on the back. So, kudos to the cover design, b/c that appeals to do the superficial, but the great content of the book will capture and hold the interest. Excellent ideas all around!

    Jim Evans

  7. Tina B says:

    Great excerpt! That is one sexy cover too! 😉
    I love looking at muscular backs.
    Thank you for sharing and for the opportunity to read one of your books.
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

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