Spring Fling Blog Hop!

SFH redoneWelcome to the Spring Fling Blog Hop!

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin’s breast;

In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove;

In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

   -Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Prize Time! Comment below telling me your favorite thing about spring for a chance to win an e-copy of any book on my backlist! Don’t forget your contact info!

weewilliewinkie 200x300WEE WILLIE WINKIE

Amazon    ARe Books

Willie has met an old flame, but is he willing to give up the decadence of Boston society for the man he loves?

Excerpt:

Fredrick held up his glass and stared at the candle’s flame through the amber liquid. He took a sip, savored the rich, biting taste on his tongue. He welcomed the burn down his throat. This was the very last drink he could afford, and he had to make it last.

A giggle erupted from the booth in the corner, the one whose curtains were drawn against curious eyes. A smile tugged at Fredrick’s lips despite the dire state of his wallet. The laugh had been carefree, joyous, naughty. Fredrick shifted on the cushioned bench. Only a few straggling customers remained in the dining room. He wondered if any of them would notice if he shifted his cramped cock as it throbbed in sympathy with the bright laughter.

Rather than risk it, he watched the fruit vender outside the window beguile a customer. Another giggle and stifled moan swiveled his attention back to the corner. A silk-clad foot and slim calf peeked beneath the curtain. He grinned even as the delectable sight emphasized his own loneliness. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in his bed.

“Excuse me. Sir?”

Fredrick looked up, distracted from his memory of lush lips and white skin and wide, hazel eyes, and blinked at the stout innkeeper at his elbow. “Yes?”

A frown fleeted across the man’s homely face at another bout of laughter from the corner. “If they’re disturbing you, I can have Wee Willie take his guest upstairs. Excuse me, I mean Mister Wilkerson.” The man broke off, flustered by the slip of the tongue.

Fredrick’s heart leaped on hearing the name mentioned. Is William really here? How could that be? The innkeeper coughed, and Fredrick frowned at the intrusion into his thoughts. The man was so damned serious about such a minor indiscretion. “They’re no bother. In fact, I’m almost done anyway.” He lifted his nearly empty glass. Hearing a shout, they looked over in time to see a young man tumble through the curtains onto the floor. Fredrick caught a glimpse of red hair and an embarrassed cheek before the gentleman crammed a hat on his head and strode passed them, face averted. The innkeeper shrugged and followed, likely to be sure he paid for his drinks.

Fredrick stared at the silk-clad foot still protruding from the parted curtains. He loosened his hold on his glass but had no way to stop the wild hammering of his heart. Before he lost his courage, he stood and swallowed the last of his brandy, then walked the short distance to the booth.

A grin tugged the corner of his mouth at his eagerness. It had been three years, after all, and they’d parted in anger. Would William acknowledge him? His hand trembled as he drew aside the heavy curtain and allowed his gaze to travel up the silky hose to bright blue trousers. Blood heated his face when he found the laces undone at the waist and the silk shirt open to expose white skin and rosebud nipples.

A sigh brought his gaze up to the pretty face that stirred his dreams. Rich brown curls surrounded lovely hazel eyes and full, pouting lips. He groaned when a delighted smile revealed the even, white teeth that had nipped his collarbone on more than one glorious occasion. “Freddie, is it you?”

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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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9 Responses to Spring Fling Blog Hop!

  1. The flowers are my favorite 🙂

    joleene at joleenenaylor.com

  2. armywifenmom says:

    My favourite thing about spring is the beginning of new life and being able to take walks/swimming with my kids.

  3. Denise Z says:

    I love the spring daffodils, they always make me smile. Thank you for participating in the fun!
    dz59001[at]gmail[dot]com

  4. Thanks for sharing the excerpt! =) My favorite thing about spring is the warmer weather!! I can’t wait to start wearing my flip flops all the time & put away the boots lol! =)

    Thanks for having this giveaway! =)

    Brandi
    BLeigh1130 at yahoo dot com

  5. Ray says:

    Wow! Your books sound interesting. i would love to read them all. 🙂

  6. bn100 says:

    like the flowers

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  7. Trix says:

    I love the flowers and the extra hours of daylight!

    vitajex(At)Aol(dot)com

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