Diana DeRicci

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Welcome to my blog, for the Hop Against Homophobia. I guess it would be all too easy to come out of the gate combative in the current political climate. I’ve seen and read enough to make my blood boil when it comes to the injustices and discrimination being deliberately handed down to the GLBT community. So to be completely contrary, I’m not going to do that.

My post is going to probably be fairly simple compared to some. It’s an apology. It’s for those who I know I’ve hurt without knowing I was even doing it. I’ve never been closed-minded–but I have been shocked, and I made rash decisions that I now regret.

When I was younger, some of the funnest nights I had were spent at the Paper Moon, a gay nightclub where there were some very talented drag queen performers. Not to mention unbelievably gorgeous! The dresses were stunning. I can still remember Monica. That was her stage name. The work she put into her Cher performances…just wow. I recently looked to see if the club even still existed, and couldn’t find it. Yeah, it was that long ago. I never felt out of place and had some very sweet friends there.

Fast forward too many decades to really want to admit to, and I’m still learning. Broadening my understanding, which in the last few years or so has brought to light certain things that I’m still learning about. One of them is  a deeper understanding of the T in the acronym. It’s difficult being who we are, at any level. Peer pressure growing up, parental and societal expectations. Not being transgender, I have no idea the depth of conflict involved with this need to be true to ourselves when a person is locked into a form or identity they just can’t be comfortable in. I do understand it’s not my right or anyone else’s to lay that decision down for another person, though. I am a single person. A singular entity. A committee didn’t raise me. A court didn’t decide my life’s path. The belief that transgender people don’t understand their own needs is ludicrous.

So what’s the connection with the nightclub and the above? Some were gay, two were strictly perfomers in drag because the money, let’s face it–tips rocked for a good show! If I had it, I tipped. And I know there were transgender women, though I never asked. Honestly, it wasn’t important then, still isn’t now. But I’m still learning and reading, which helps me to understand the battles they face, the struggles, and it isn’t just with transgender, but across the GLBT community. Their community is our community, as humans, as people, which means they are our struggles, fights that were creating against ourselves for no one’s good. Everyone deserves respect and the freedom to be their own person.

This is just a very short page out of my growing up experiences. The point I guess I’m making is it doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter then who I was friends with, who I talked to, joked with. And it doesn’t matter now. Being a good person who doesn’t kill kitties is a plus. What genetalia you have, what underwear you wear, or whether you wear heels or combat boots,  be yourself. The people who recognize your personal brand of perfection will love you.

For more about this Hop, HAH, other blogs participating and IDAHO, visit http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/

For my portion, I have a couple things I’m going to do.

1. For every related (meaningful) comment recieved, I will donate $1 to http://www.truecolorsfund.org/ (up to $50). Please feel free to include your own stories, if you’re so inclined (not required).
2. I am also giving away my trio set of Beach books: Glitter, The Charlie Factor, and Doing Love Right to a commentor. Please leave an email in the comments section. Use spaces and (dot), (at), (dash), (underscore), etc as needed to avoid spiders picking them up.

The last day to comment is May 20th. If I have an email for the chosen winner (Random.org), I will attempt to contact that person. I will make a post with the winner’s name, so please feel free to check here after the weekend.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy your visits with the numerous authors and people who are supporting the fight against homophobia.

Set up: Shar is looking for Trajan at his home, and they are in the paint room of his shop. Let the games begin!

Trajan felt her fingers slide over his skin and he burned. He tried to pull in some control, but Shar was slowly melting his mind and his intentions into a puddle of desire that pumped through his blood like fire.

Sweet heaven, she was a sex kitten. From the leather and lace, to the heart tattoo, to the silky smooth heat of her slit, he was going mad to feel himself inside her. The intention he’d had to enjoy each other and get rid of this itch was turning into something a lot hotter, a lot sexier then he’d ever imagined.

He swept his tongue over hers, caressing her, bringing her up with him again to ride the wave. With one hand palming her head to hold her to him, he held her steady where she kneeled, dropping the other between her thighs again. She moaned into his mouth at the first flick of his finger against her swollen nub. He’d never had one sweeter, drinking in every single drop of her pleasure. He massaged her gently, sucking on her bottom lip as he teased and drifted back and forth over her flesh with deft strokes of fingertips and knuckles. Harsh gasps grew, her body coming alive like a loose electrical current. Her skin warmed where she brushed against the wall of his chest, her nipples dragging against him. The hard peaks struck his flesh like flint.

“You’re so hot, Shar,” he groaned into her mouth. “Come for me again.” He had to have one more. It was becoming a necessity. He had to please her. She had to reach rapture.

She rocked against his hand, mewling with need. He slid a finger into her hot pussy and she whimpered. Heat darted up his spine when he felt her muscles tighten around him. The control he’d held with a tenuous grasp slipped completely free. “I’m going to make you fucking come.” He ground his hand against her and she went wild, bucking against him as he plunged and pushed as far as he could with hard, fast strokes, doing the same thing with his tongue, thrusting and plunging in unison.

She shattered. Ecstasy blazed from her blue eyes and a fine tremble rolled from her lips. Panting gasps made her breasts heave as her channel held and wrapped his fingers in its molten heat. He dipped down and kissed each turgid peak, undoing his jeans with a shaking hand. His cock jumped from the confines as he lowered his pants, as if seeking the heat he craved. He kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. With careful movements, he laid her down.

“Shar, I’m asking. Do you want me to wear a condom?” He would, but he wanted to feel her skin to skin. He was dying for that feeling.

“Is there a reason you need one?” she whispered, her eyes daring him as she swept a thumb over his lower lip. He found the tip with his teeth, nipping at it, sucking her into his mouth.

He released her, saying, “None.”

With sensual ease, she fed her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her lips, giving him her answer between one kiss and the next. Her breath taunted his control incessantly with those kisses.

He held her firmly between his palms, moving between the firm, pale length of her legs. It was as though she was made for him, her body supple and giving beneath his as he entered her with agonizing slowness.

Wicked grins quickly turned to ragged pants of desire as he filled her. She was beautiful, wrapped in the wonder with her head thrown back and her lips rosy red from his kisses. He felt her body move, convulse in invitation, and he withdrew to hear a tiny whimper of complaint. Thrusting again, heat coated his skin. Desire flared with each motion.

She held him tight, clutching him as he repeated the movement, watching, waiting. Time vanished as he rocked against her. The sounds of her whispered gasps, the mewling of her desire filled his ears. He watched as pleasure raced over her features, her soft lips parted for each moan, a temptation that deserved his attention.

He kissed her slowly, moving with firm thrusts of his body into the silken heat that wrapped him like a glove. He closed his eyes and groaned when he felt the first wave building. She cried out and he lifted himself over her on his palms. “Let me feel you, baby,” he gasped, barely able to say a coherent word, she felt so good. “You’re ready, aren’t you?” He thrust deep, controlling every moment. Wanting it to last, needing to feel her come apart.

She moaned, clawing at his shoulders. Her hips rose up and he let out a shout as the pressure increased. He’d never felt so explosive. When she did it again, he wasn’t able to hold on. The need to fill her, to crawl into her with his orgasm, wrung him inside out.

Her cries filled the room, her legs locked behind his ass, clutching him to her as she reached the pinnacle and fell over it with a rush of liquid heat. Her juice coated him as he pumped his seed into her, each blissful release a breath of heaven.

He groaned once more, sliding down to rest on his elbows, feeling languid in every muscle, covering her sweat-slick body with his. He kissed her shoulder without opening his eyes. Her hand drifted into his hair, twining the length through her fingers.

“Didn’t I invite you for dinner?” Trajan asked with a slow chuckle a few minutes later.

“Something like that,” she answered.

Blurb

Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she’s held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.

As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.

Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.

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Since this is my first Sex Scene Saturday run, I’ll be doing a book giveaway of the featured book. Posts will go up on Saturday, and a name will be drawn by noon (CST) on Monday. So make sure you tell your friends to come and play.

Also please visit my author friends who are also doing the Sex Scene Saturday! Be sure to comment for chances for prizes (if listed)

http://jenniferarmintrout.blogspot.com

http://www.staceykennedy.com/blog/

http://tillygreene.blogspot.com

http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com

http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com

Hey everyone! I know, long time since I’ve been here, but I come with great news! And fun news! I’m going to be joining forces with some wild and crazy authors over the next few weeks to bring you Sex Scene Saturday! Yep. I got yanked into the room and now they’re dancing around me and threatening with duct tape, so I guess I’m in. *grin*

I’ll be posting here on the 12th, and then every Saturday for the next three weeks (four total) as well as sharing some info about the book, like a mini blog, and links to others who are doing the same. Maybe you’ll find an author you haven’t read yet, or a book you missed. Happens to me all the time. So with that, I hereby invite you to peruse this and many other blogs starting on May 12th to enjoy some fun and excerpts!

Love,

Diana Castilleja / Diana DeRicci

I forgot to post on here for the latest releases, so let me give you a taste of what’s out and new!!

Released 4-25

Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel, 48,949 words, 127 pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-61292-034-4
Release Date: April 25, 2012
Heat Level: Erotic

Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she’s held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.

As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.

Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.

A spicy read filled with heat and passion.
~Lauren Murphy, author

Publisher

Excerpt:

His hands grasped her hips, his thumb knowingly fitting right over that damn tattoo. Just the thought of it being there made his heart race. He wanted to taste it so badly, craved to drag his tongue over the indent of her hip until she was mindless for him. She squeaked when he lifted her easily and sat her on the counter.

“Damn it Shar,” he growled just before he claimed her lips. He pushed her knees apart and sank between them, holding her prisoner beneath his hands, his fingers anchoring her solidly before him. She gasped in shock, stiff and unyielding beneath him, those crystalline eyes wide with surprise staring at him. “Kiss me, Shar. Just this one.” Her breath panted against his mouth, turning his lust on its ear.

He had to have one before he realized his mistake and let her go. Forever.

She whispered a moan and he shuddered. Between one breath and the next she went pliant, leaning into him and he plunged between her succulent lips. The kiss was an assault, an all or nothing claiming. He couldn’t do this again. He knew that, but he had this moment and he wanted all of it. All of her.

She heated beneath him like gas thrown on a bonfire, the blaze of her own desire sinking into his flesh. It was seconds away from causing him a complete malfunction. Instead of pulling back, he wrapped his tongue around hers and caressed her until she made a hungry whimper deep down in her body. The pressure beneath his zipper became immediately painful at the low sound. Liquid desire licked at his nerves and he pressed harder, yanking her closer until her pelvis fit right against his cock, her legs wrapping around his body, mindlessly desperate for some kind of relief. His eyes crossed behind closed lids at the feeling of her.

Her ankles hooked behind his thighs tugging him even tighter, pressing him urgently into the heat between her legs. The searing touch of her fingers surprised him with their heat as they traveled upward, framing his chest then his shoulders. He pushed into her palms when she dug her fingertips into his hair, grasping him as tightly as he held her.

He sucked on her lower lip, delving between the lush pair with a relentless rhythm wanting to recreate the same tempo over and over, in many more ways, in more delicious places. She was sweet and seductive to his senses, her tongue dancing against his. She pulled him into her own mouth and suckled on him like a lollipop, her tongue dancing over his with wicked intent. He felt reasoning explode at the exquisite torture, imagining her mouth wrapped around his throbbing flesh and repeating until he couldn’t think of anything but the heaven she was giving him.

He leaned back with a harsh groan, gulping air, barely achieving a scant inch between their bodies where she held him anchored to her. Pebbled nipples strained against the stretch cotton of her halter, pushing toward him, begging for attention. He felt compelled to comply. He dipped down and swept his tongue over one. She cried out at the contact and he acted on instinct. He wanted to hear her cry out again. He wanted her to cream. Hard. For him.

He latched onto the hard nub with his lips and pulled her into his hot mouth. She shrieked on a half gasped, half moaned breath. She quivered beneath his controlling touch, ecstasy flaring off of her in arcs. Harsh pants fluttered over his head as he licked and sucked at her pert breast through the fabric, teasing the point back and forth over his teeth and whipping it with his tongue.

He groaned, envisioning doing the same thing to her clit, licking up and down her body, thrusting to taste her. His erection strained, wanting to feel her velvet softness swallow him whole as he plunged deep into her heat.

“Shar,” he moaned, barely able to think beyond her body and his. He sucked her breast again, harder, deeper, pleasure and pain blurring as her throaty moans and cries sharpened. His thumb drifted down. Fire hit his bloodstream like a lava flow when he found the crease of her shorts hot and damp with her desire. He was getting in over his head, and he didn’t want saved. He’d never felt so consumed by a woman as he was right then with Shar beneath his fingers.

Publisher

So in the near and far future, I have a few things that I’m going to be taking part in. In February, I’ll taking part in The Romance Studio’s Valentine’s Day party. This runs from February 10 thru February 14th. I’ll be popping in out with more than a hundred other authors so I hope you’ll come join us. The link is http://trsparties.com/ and mayhem will be sure to ensue!

Then in May, I’ll be taking part in my first blog hop. Yep, my very first one. But this one is for a very good cause and has some wonderful authors already signed up to participate. The blog hop is Hop Against Homophobia, and runs from May 17 thru the 20th. Just a few of the authors already signed up are Andrew Grey, NJ Nielsen, Angel Martinez, JP Bowie, Erica Pike and K-Lee Klein. There’s over fifty already so it’s sure to be a wonderful hop! So I hope you’ll join us in May for this one.

That’s all the newsy bits I have for the moment. I should have more information in the coming weeks on more releases and appearances.