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Doing Love Right By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC ISBN # 9781936165919 Word Count: 51189 Heat Index Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Rocket, Epub Read More

An excerpt from the book

A cold nose rubbed into RJ’s arm, digging until he groaned. Then he was slurped by a tongue.

“Awright, awright, Samson. I got it. Daddy isn’t home yet.” RJ couldn’t even remember how he got home last night. At least he did make it home. His body ached, and it felt like he’d had a rough night. Laurence and Josh sure knew how to throw a party.

Holding a hand to his head, he stiffly rolled to sit up. “You, then me,” he muttered to the dog with the patience of a saint with a wagging tail. After lurching to his feet, he managed to stumble on wobbly legs across the room, aiming for the rear glass patio door. “Here ya go, big guy.”
The door opened and Samson was out like a shot. RJ knew just how he felt.

Blearily, he made the return trip, walked into the bedroom and froze solid, his heart slamming to a dead stop in his chest. Lying in RJ’s bed on his stomach, facing away—of course—was a person he didn’t know. “Shit,” he hissed. “What did you do, RJ?”

His bladder prompted him to do things in order. Avoiding the bed, he made it to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of fresh briefs out of a drawer on the way. Behind the door, he held himself on a flat palm to the facing wall as he emptied himself of probably a quart or two of fine liquor. Smacking his lips, they felt dry. Yep, drunk himself dry. He’d take a shower if he’d been alone. A splash on his face was the most luxury he could take for the moment.

First things first: he needed to see who was sleeping in Papa Bear’s bed.

Opening the door, he gazed over the now-flipped body splayed across his sheets. “Oh, mama.” That came home with me? His guest looked to still be asleep, a strong arm tossed over his head on the pillow, the other tucked under the sheet that was almost not even covering him, and RJ would bet a ten that he was cupping his cock in sleep.

A hard, broad chest, wide shoulders, brown hair, but it wasn’t dark, more candied… He tried to think, his eyes locked on the sleeping god in his bed. Caramel. Who did he know with that color hair? RJ wracked his brain. No one who would sleep with him. This guy was as unknown as a Catholic nun at his mom’s house.

“Babe, if you keep staring, I’m never going to be able to move.”

RJ startled. “You’re awake!” He stumbled until the bathroom door hit his ass, holding him up. The husky, sleep-drawled voice sent goose bumps over RJ. “Who-who are you?”

A gentle smile curved lusciously full lips. RJ licked his. Fuzzy memories of devouring those lips, or them devouring him, danced into his thoughts.

“Someone who’s been waiting over a year for you to get rid of that lazy ass you were letting screw you.”

“Huh?” he squeaked. With flat palms, he scrubbed his hands over his face, driving away the sleep and the remaining alcohol fumes. “He…you…”

Finally the gorgeous man in his bed opened his eyes and drifted to look at RJ. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself on an open hand, his elbow beneath him. Suddenly, RJ wished he was wearing a hell of a lot more than just underwear. An allover suit of armor might just fit the bill, because the way this guy was looking him over made his skin tight and his dick throb. No one had ever looked at him like the main dish of a seven-course meal. Screw that. RJ was the dessert.

He gulped noticeably. “Look, I appreciate you getting me home, but I don’t bring guys home—”

“That’s good to know, because you didn’t bring me home. I made sure you didn’t kill yourself last night after you got snookered off your ass.”

He raked a hand down his face, trying to remember. All there was in his mind was a swirl of fog.

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Your story “­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­The Charlie Factor” was reviewed by Whipped Cream this week and is up for Book of the Week honor this weekend (voting runs from Saturday, April 9th through Sunday April 10th). You can find the information here on Saturday:

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm

They are like your best friend who can finish your sentences, order your favorite pizza, and bemoan all your troubles to. I love their heat, their humor, and most of all their heart. This will be one of those stories that will stick with me, and have me coming back for more. ~~ Lototy

http://coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/thecharliefactorbydianadiricci.html

Do you take the chance of a lifetime, for the love a lifetime?

Charlie Baker is recovering, slowly. Nearly dying tends to make a man reflect on each day. Take into account that his injuries were caused by a premeditated murder attempt, and he certainly isn’t looking for a lover. He is barely welcoming to a friend unable to trust anyone, preferring to hide from the world hours and miles away from the memories.

Gregory Anders hadn’t intended to disturb the man in silent contemplation on the beach, but when his pup, Samson, takes matters out of his hands, he’s forced to at least apologize for his pet’s behavior. There’s no doubt for Gregory that Charlie could use a friend. Clearing the air up front that he isn’t gay helps Charlie to relax, allowing for the cautious beginning of a friendship.

Two men, both alone, for different reasons. What happens when friendship bears more? When support and affection turns into attraction?

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While I always hope a story connects with readers and does well, when they actually do… It takes me by surprise, because what is magic in one book is bullcorn in the next. So waking up this morning and seeing this absolutely made my Monday. To the readers who’ve enjoyed The Charlie Factor and my books, I thank you.

I am with some awesome company here.

TOP 10 LISTS

1. Determined Mate
2. Not My Wolf
3. Touch My Wolf
4. Unexpected Mate
5. Why I Love Geeks
6. Out There in the Night
7. Scared of Spiders
8. The Heart of Texas
9. Beg Me
10. The Charlie Factor

1. The Charlie Factor
2. Love and Rockets
3. Love Transposed
4. Taking You Home
5. Bound by Honor
6. Finder Tolan
7. Taken
8. Nothing Ever Happens
9. American Love Songs
10. Out There in the Night

For more about my books, please check out the excerpts here, or at my publishers. Without readers, authors are only writing to hear themselves talk.

The Charlie Factor By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC ISBN # 9781936165841 Word Count: 64752 Heat Index Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc), Rocket, Epub Read More   Also available at Purple Sword Publications and other retailers, soon on Kindle.

An excerpt from the book

Gregory had the oddest urge to soothe him, to hold Charlie, ease the torment he suffered. He got the door unlocked to push it in. “Come on. Let’s get inside.” Once in, he found a light switch. He held Charlie close, his head on Gregory’s shoulder. The scent of warm skin and clean male engulfed Gregory’s senses. There was no doubt his heart was reacting to it, because his heart wasn’t alone. His skin felt flushed everywhere Charlie touched, even the harsh pants of his breathing through his shirt. Gregory pushed it away. He couldn’t think about it now. Not when Charlie was barely standing, and gritting his teeth in frustration and pain. “How are you feeling now?”

“Like I want to shoot myself,” came the flat snarl.

“Shut up.” Gregory wasn’t sure there wasn’t a level of truth to that statement, as despondent as he sounded. “You don’t have a gun, do you?”

Charlie barked a sour laugh. “No. I’m pissed, not suicidal.”

His groused reply calmed the rising fear in Gregory. “Okay. Can you stand yet?” Gregory had been embracing Charlie for a few minutes, one of Charlie’s arms clutched around Gregory’s waist for support with his own arms around Charlie’s frame. Gradually, the tremors and heaves that had rocked his body ceased.

Whether it was accidental or not, a shift of weight brought their bodies closer. Gregory froze as their lengths came together.

Charlie was sporting a hell of a boner behind his jeans. It stole Gregory’s breath away.

Charlie cleared his throat. “Yeah, I think I can now.” The raw depth of those words shook him.

They straightened, but when they should have let their arms release each other, neither did. Gregory stared into his smoldering green eyes. Daring green eyes that whispered promises and hungry desires. Things that Gregory didn’t understand and couldn’t imagine, but felt safe with Charlie. A current that kept him frozen as surges of desire swept over him.

Charlie leaned forward, just a fraction, and Gregory felt panting breath on his lips. His heart pounded. Blood raced. Skin burned. There was no doubt his cock was paying attention, because it was growing painfully hard inside his jeans.

The epiphany was startling, shocking, and confusing as hell.

He was attracted to Charlie.

But he couldn’t be. Gregory wasn’t gay.

Gregory blinked and unwound his hold. The urge to flee screamed at him. “You okay?”

Charlie’s gaze sank, gold lashes hiding him. “Yes. Thank you.” With a purposeful effort, Charlie steadied his weight on his cane, releasing Gregory’s waist completely. “Seems you’re always picking me up off the ground.”

“That’s what friends do,” he managed, trying for flippant and coming out way too tender. He sent the order to his brain to make his legs take a step away. They finally obeyed. “I better get home. Samson probably has to pee a river.”

Charlie chuckled, though it sounded forced. Slipping out the door, Gregory escaped to his still-running Jeep with long, ground-eating strides. He slammed the door closed and released a shuddering breath. The man had been turned on, and unless he needed to take Chemistry 101 again, Charlie had almost kissed him, came damned close to kissing him.

What shook Gregory’s world was that Charlie wasn’t the only one who had been feeling the attraction. The sheer want had been electric. Gregory couldn’t recall feeling the need to close the gap between his lips and Charlie’s like he had just now. Not between himself and a woman, and never with another man. A shudder rocked him as he maneuvered the Jeep onto the road.