Never forget...

Missing you...<3

Do you like my swag baby???

Oh my freaking goodness...I left my thumbdrive at home...all my goodies are on it...I feel so undressed right now *heads desk giggling*

*slouches and pseudo smiles* soooooooo...whatcha doin? *eye roll*

um...no...no this is not

one of those clamps

*heads desk*



Okay I'm gonna make today short and simple and use it for my own personal gain...muahahahahah

GRL is coming up (GayRomLit)...and even though I won't be attending *raises hands to quiet down booing...giggles*...yeah I have no ego right? hehe Okay—I won't be going to GRL...but a couple VIP friends will be attending and have offered to hand out swag for me...

I asked this question on my author page on FB and got some great ideas...so I wanted to spread this question out to ya'll...

What kind of swag do you look forward to from the authors you read? What kind would you keep? What kind might you toss once you clear that author's table?

****of topic...but whenever you hear swag don't you just want to swing your hips? hehe****

sooooooo...whatcha planning

on measuring? hehe

...and to expand on my question just a smidgeon...

Do you prefer cover art on your swag or would you rather have a personalized type of picture that you can relate with one particular author? (kinda like a symbol that the author uses that is like their trademark)

It isn't too late for authors to order more swag for the upcoming main event...so give us some ideas...please and thank you! *bows*

Confessions of my Love Affair...

I admit...I've got a problem. I'm not talking about the handcuffs that are a part of my everyday jewelry (and that's for me to know...hehe)...I'm talking about my obsession and sworn allegiance to...

No...I'm not ending sentences on a cliffhanger to make you continue reading...*giggles* The answer was in the sentence above...let's recap...

I'm talking about my obsession and sworn allegiance to...

Yeah...those damn ellipses...they can tie me up and lick me down and redden my assets and I'll still come back and ask for more...I am well and truly their bitch...*covers mouth...eyes widen*

Now I've gotten some slack for the way I type...some *waves hand in air* shall we say negative feedback? Why must I use ellipses...or dashes (any kind of dash—I'm an equal opportunity dasher baby) while I'm simply chit chatting...why do I do so many stage directions *gasps* while I am typing? Why...why—why *heads desk giggling*

Because...I like it like that...ha!

Well that...and the fact that I'm Italian and if you ever meet me in person you will see I'm huge on talking with my hands. While I'm driving I have to constantly be reminded that hands belong on the steering wheel—not waving and splaying and air spanking...evidently that is bad...lmao

But when I'm typing—whether it is here on a blog...or on Facebook (and oh boy am I addicted to that place *face palm*)...or chatting with friends—I'm always using ellipses, dashes and stage directions. It's a way for me to express my personality through simple words...a way to show you that I'm pausing for dramatic effect (I do love being melodramatic...trust me on this one...lol) or to allow my mind to split off on different tangents while still staying in the same conversation (a personal fave of mine too...my daddy used to say that talking to me was like watching words shoot out of my mouth and having to string them together to keep up with my thought process *innocent smile*) and evidently I'll add parenthesis to my growing love affair...*heads desk giggling*

Now...do I allow this to run on over into my professional writing? Hmmm...sure, to a certain extent. I know I have to be careful of my ellipse and dash usage in my WIPs...otherwise my editor will have a thing or two to say to me...hehe...so I think I overcompensate with commas...

I will go on record right now as saying I do NOT have a love affair with commas...it's more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type of relationship only when I'm writing...as soon as the editing starts they storm off all huffy puffy with plans to ravage me again when a new WIP crosses my mind...those sneaky little freakers...hehe

Now...for anyone who knows me (and at least partially loves/likes me...*eye roll*) they know that my true Dom...the one that can really make me kneel and beg for it...is ellipses...

*rereads blog post and sighs* and evidently I'm not gonna get over this affair anytime soon...*winks and giggles*

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 And a few random announcements...

I'm freaking squee'g my delectable derriere off...Geoff's Teddy was at last check #16 on All Romance e-books...can you believe it??? This is the third in my Synchronous Seductions series and I can't be happier...check it out if you have a moment...

And also...I'm doing yet another blog hop—hey! It's good for the glutes I hear...hehe. So hop on over to my blog and leave a comment to enter to win...then hop over to the talented authors who are also working on their perfect glutes and enjoy...*flexes certain muscles and skips away*

Captcha and I'm Outta Here...

I like blogging. The writing of blog posts can be tedious—yes it is true...but blogging on a reading level...jumping around the internet at the EDJ (evil day job) and reading up on other authors and laughing or sighing or grunting or growling...you know what? That's freaking fun! I love reading about what other people are up to, how they are feeling, the secrets that they deem worthy of sharing.

Blog reading is a great pastime and learning experience. Some blogs I'll never go back to again...some I can't visit while at work (those are the ones with the yummies posted that you better believe I note and go to visit in the sanctuary of my home hehe)...and some are absolute every day must stop by places.

And after I read a particularly interesting blog—whether it made me laugh or think or scowl—I like commenting.

Now, from the POV (point of view) of a blog writer...I really really appreciate comments. Whether they are positive or negative—it shows me that I wrote something that someone somewhere feels it necessary to throw in their 2 cents...and since their 2 cents is usually worth so much more I say do it. It makes me feel good.

With that knowledge in hand I think it is safe to say that other blog writers would appreciate my 2 cents being tossed in their cup as well...right? So on blogs that get me—I like to comment. Show the author that hey...this was such-and-such and I just had to give you my little bit in a comment.

Then I go to the next blog...unless I've been BLOG BLOCKED!!! Aka CAPTCHA CAUGHT!!! Oh damn...I wanted to write a comment but that freaking captcha pop up is killing me! *heads desk*

So I have to fill out the captcha AND you
are going to moderate my comment???

I am so sick and tired of fulfilling the captcha Gods needs—I'm telling you it actually makes me not comment on certain blogs sometimes. Especially when they are so hard to read I have to squint and tilt my head while fondling myself and tapping my foot. WTF is all that about?

Why...if I want you to comment
should you 'prove' anything?

As the blog writer I have a responsibility to the reader to make commenting an easy enjoyable experience—or else they won't do it. I've just attested to that. If I want to make sure that monkey and machines aren't spamming my blog—that is my responsibility...not the commenter's. An easy solution is to put the blog on moderation...the visitor can make their comment and hit submit—it goes to my email box and I approve or disapprove it and it gets published. I guarantee you if a monkey or robot typed it out I'd like to think I'll notice and will delete the comment.

Oh wait...my email box will get spammed with comments now. Well darn on me—I'm the one asking people to comment on my blog I'm the one that will deal with that. It takes a whole second or two to take care of them...and I'll tell you the truth, since I've gone to moderation instead of captcha I've received more comments.

I need glasses after trying to read this one...

If you are going through a blog hop or a Six Second Sunday or Tease Me Tuesday or Wacked out Wednesday and you have to type in a dozen captcha phrases...are you going to?

Yeah...me neither...

So do me a favor...just a few minutes of your time...and think about the pros and cons of those stupid captcha phrases—think about if you are losing comments because they are annoying the crap outta normally sweet and docile people...

Yeah...I gave up on the # part here...really...
*heads desk*

*looks around...leans forward...whispers* if there is a captcha that is keeping you from commenting...give me a holla and I'll go attack the powers that be...hehe...they like it when I grope them something good...*giggles*

Did you see how easy it was to read my blog...until BAM! I mine-fielded it with captchas? *heads desk giggling my assets off* Yeah...I'm easy to amuse sometimes...lmao

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Now...as a side note (and a bit of random promo) Breathless Press is having a Birthday Blog Hop this weekend...and the grand prize is a 50 book library from them...that could be over $150 worth of books!!! If you want to hop along or get the whole low-down...swing by my blog here...and remember—no captcha phrases to deal with on my blog...LMAO

*blows kisses*

Havan

Wanted: A Few Snarky Men...

First let's talk about my age. Hey—I've got no problem chit chatting about my thirty-eight years. I'm not a young one, but I have a long way to go before I'm aged to perfection. And the good thing about the years behind me *wiggles my behind* is that I've seen some interesting things. Betcha I could make you blush...maybe squirm a little...and definitely throb a lot...all without even using my hands...or fingers. *wiggles fingers and winks*

So my age has given me the insight to know exactly what I want in a man. And that...well that is a whole nother discussion. *eye roll* But I know that there is something special and interesting in all men...the lanky ones...the mature ones...the quiet ones...the bear ones...the odd ones...the rambling ones...the packing & not-so-packing ones...the blue eyed ones and yes...the snarky ones.

Now before I continue with my discussion about that last group I named—do me a flavor and take notice that I didn't just describe the outsides of this great group that have what I crave and desire...oh hell no—if you want to talk about men to me and get me needing a wardrobe change...there has gots to be more than what the eye can see *does googly eye impression* Oh come on—this is my blog post and the internet to boot...imagine a googly eye impression...*giggles*

So—a close dear friend of mine asked me why so many of my men are asset-hats...um...wha???????

'"No they aren't!" I quickly defended my boys...

"Yeah."

"Nah uh." I might have stuck my tongue out at this point...keep in mind my youthful age disclosed above...

"Shan?"

Oh wow...are we naming names now? Really??? "Shan may have an interesting sense of humor, but he isn't an asset-hat.  Everything he did he did for others, and just enjoyed it a bit too much along the way, nothing wrong with that."

"Ryder?"

Ryder's Playground

"Oh come on! He made a mistake—he was barely an adult. You never freaked up when you were younger?" Oh and two points for me not mentioning said freak ups aloud...

"Fine." Arms got crossed and a determined look gleamed the eyes..."Ritchie..."

"Wel—"

"And Emery..."

Oh damn...got hit with the double shot there...so of course I did the mature thing in this situation..."I'm sorry...I'm losing connection...I'm going through a tunnel...will have to call you back..."

Let me introduce you to the asset hats...Emery and Ritchie

Um, since I was actually sitting in the same room as my friend—well that wasn't exactly a good out to choose this time...*heads desk* So I fessed up...

Yeah—I may write an asset hat or two every now and then...but why not? The word asset hat is really a broad description—in this case it covered two people who combined are: snarky (such a cool sounding word for sarcastic), manipulative, self serving, plotting, control freaking, chip-on-their-shoulder...um...well yeah, assets.

So I repeat—why not write about them? Please tell me who hasn't dreamed at least once about a wise cracking full of himself man meeting his match and being knocked down a peg or two? Or a man so sure of himself that he comes off as pompous but truly knows how to work your body to a complete lather...then rinses and repeats...*fans face*

When I see my now dubbed asset hat men...I don't see the bad that they bring to the table—and they do, because they are human in my mind. I see the yum yum they bring...and I develop that...spin it to work for or against them depending the scene...I hook them up with someone who can handle them and watch the sparks fly...and when I write my erotic romance...well by the end there is always a HEA or HFN and they are not always the same as when they stepped into my arena...

Because as another close friend likes to say...everyone deserves a chance to love and be loved...even the not so perfect men with faults and flaws—whether they are seen with the naked eye or not.

So tell me...do you like a little snark in your men?

You Wanna Get Lucky...

Hey hey hey!!! *waves big*

You guys wonder what I was like before I hit the jackpot with the bestest friends and the Story Orgy? Before I found the most perfect muse for me and he taught me the ins and outs of writing—okay *hangs head* is still teaching me proper grammar all the time—*mumbles about those darn then/than conflicts*

Wonder if I'll ever write a paranormal...um...more to the point *giggling* get it...point *eye roll*—fangy type of story? Yeah, considering I've already got the Djin and devil type of paranormals going on...lol

Well a while back—like 3 years back—I did write a short story with a vampy yumster and a smart assets man to go with him...(go figure—I wrote a smart assets character *eye rolls*)

It's now published as a free read for Breathless Press's Birthday Bash!!! I'd be honored if you would swing on by and download it...you know...take a taste of me and see what you think *licks lips*

This little nugget of goodness is called Lucky Night...and just for the record—it really does lives up to its name...it could be the vamp's Lucky Night...or the smart asset's...even the cashier's & quite possibly the whore's...but it is NOT *shakes head determinedly* is NOT the punk without ID's Lucky Night...*smirks* you'll just have to read to find out...hehe

Lucky Night

Havan Fellows

available from Breathless Press

free birthday read

blurb:

Tino is drawn to a force he's never encountered before. Levi is minding his own business running an errand. Tino, meet your force to be reckoned with...

Tino's a vampire uninterested in his existence. It seems to be the same thing over and over, nothing excites him anymore. Until one night during his feeding when he feels a pull that takes him on a journey. A journey to the one thing he didn't think he would ever want, his own human.

Levi just wants to stock up on some snacks and survive his high school reunion, in that order. But when a walking talking sex-on-a-stick suddenly appears in the gas station and clears the place out with just a few words, he realizes that tonight just might be lucky for him.

And now your test to make sure you are in the right place...*winks*

How do you get in the mood? *raises brow*...

Oh boy oh boy...sooooo many fun things happening right now...I'm editing a 'Freaky Flash' for a Halloween anthology...just finished my first real shifter story also for the October spooky season...am getting ready to write three shorts for the Story Orgy^tm And The Prompt Is...Christmas edition...and am actually outlining this terrific little Valentine's story that I hope to get out there for ya'll next year...

All of this happening in July/August...geez no wonder my mind is so mucked up! I don't know whether I'm coming or going...burning up or cooling down...rolling houses or rolling Santa...hehe

It seems like I'm always six months in front of the season...or six months behind...depending on preference...hehe

Sex scenes are so much easier for me than seasonal scenes...if I need to get in the mood for sexing up I simply touch...*looks around*...um...I touch my play button on my remote...*blushes* yeah...remote touchage is a must...*winks, licks finger and smiles*

But it's not that easy when I'm trying to get in the Christmas spirit...trust me—A Christmas Story doesn't have the same effect on me as say Alpha Men does...*giggles*...though I do think that if we could combine a couple aspects of some movies and come up with something like It's a Wonderfully Hard and Thick Life...well that might do the trick...*winks*

And do you really want to know what I do to get in the mood for a scary spooky yank 'em and spank 'em Halloween short? Really...??? *heads desk giggling* Oh you're gonna love it...*waggles brows and wiggles assets* but you have to wait to find out that one...

Okay now...I've got to finish this sexy scene for a demanding Remmy Duchene...so I guess it's back to the touching...mmmmmmmm...love my remote...*smirks*

So what do ya'll do to get in the mood? Whether that mood is for snowmen and hot peppermint chocolate or big beautiful bears and hot toddies...

Bet you thought I forgot hmmm...hehe...here is your test to make sure you are in the right place...*winks*

Yummies and Funnies...

So...I woke up this morning with my pillow on the floor across the room...the kitteh sleeping on my back...my blanket missing...and my head on the wrong side of the bed.

hmmmmmmmmm

Needless to say I must have had a freaking real good time while I was dreaming...*giggling*

Soooooooooo...since I'm running late doing everything today *heads desk*...I'm gonna post some yummies and maybe a funny and promise you something spectacular next week...or at least a good facsimile of something spectacular...hehe

Now those ones up there *looks up and smirks* are conducive to some good wet tangle you up in your sheets and lick your fingers clean dreams...but this one here...*looks down and shudders*...well that just isn't right! *eye roll giggling*

...and now for...

A test to see if you are in the right place *winks*...

Here's Fuzzy...

It's here It's here!!!! The Fuzzy has landed...*giggles* My third and final book in the Synchronous Seductions trilogy is now available for keeps...True, this may be the third book—but don't you worry your pretty little head, you don't have to read them in order to enjoy the halibut outta them...*big smiles*

If you go to my blog Havan's Heavenly Haven, I'm having a contest to give away 2 copies of Geoff's Teddy...one today and one next week.

Here is a little taste of Geoff and Fuzzy...hope you enjoy...oh, and the hotties are some of the pics that helped inspire the story... :)

Geoff's Teddy

Blurb:

Fuzzy is an unsatisfied ladies' man. Geoff's a bear-loving man who satisfies. Problem? Convincing a straight man that satisfaction might be just around the bend.

Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family & friends, he enjoys his job and he never hurts for a date. The ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy -- so why does he feel like he's missing out? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man interest him more than a flirty hot waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. But none have been right -- until he's manipulated into dinner with Fuzzy. Tall and broad, Fuzzy claims he lives up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except Fuzzy is straight.

When an opportunity arises -- Fuzzy is obliged to crash at Geoff's for the night -- Geoff works his derriere off to see what else he can make arise. Because he's determined to capture this Fuzzy wuzzy all for himself.

You can find me @ Havan's Heavenly Haven blog & Facebook

You can find Geoff's Teddy @ Breathless Press

Excerpt:

Geoff wanted to retract his words. Had he just offered to be Fuzzy's Gay for Dummies guide? Did his brain not work properly around this bear? He couldn't possibly talk to this man about sex without sporting the biggest boner in the world. Talk about bad, bad ideas! The worst!

On the other hand, he couldn't help smiling and wondering just what Fuzzy would ask. By the look on Fuzzy's face, Geoff doubted he could even think of anything anyway.

"It's just a suggestion, but if you aren't comfortable enough to ask me any questions—"

"I don't want you to think I'm an ass or something." Fuzzy mumbled his words so softly they were barely audible.

"Throw a question at me."

Geoff noted that Fuzzy hadn't met his gaze at all since rising from the floor. In fact he seriously studied the two men on the television. Geoff had almost died of humiliation when he realized what channel he had left the TV on. Now he considered it a blessing in disguise.

"Okay." Fuzzy's soft voice caused Geoff to focus again. "They both seem to enjoy it." Fuzzy addressed Geoff while nodding at the entertainment they inadvertently partook of.

Huh? "Well, if you're not enjoying sex, then there's a good possibility you might be doing something wrong."

"Never mind." Fuzzy's neck turned red in embarrassment, and Geoff immediately realized his mistake.

He scooted closer to Fuzzy and put a hand on his arm. "Sorry. There's a malfunction with my brain to mouth filter half the time. The good news, you'll always know what I'm thinking. The bad news, you'll always know what I'm thinking." He chuckled to lighten the mood. "So, we both agree they're enjoying themselves. Your question?"

Fuzzy took in a deep breath but still didn't turn his head toward Geoff. If staring ahead helped Fuzzy through this conversation Geoff could handle that. Because he really wanted inside Fuzzy's head, all puns intended. Could this mean something? Or did Geoff's own desires put possibilities out there that didn't exist?

"I'm not an idiot. I get the mechanics of what they're doing, but shouldn't it hurt?"

The mechanics? Oh wow, Geoff almost didn't have anything to say to that.

"First, what they're doing is having sex. It's okay to say the word. You don't have to refer to the act as 'it' all the time. Second, the pain level depends on the preparation you do beforehand. Also, if you have a partner who's only interested in getting his rocks off, then yeah, that tends to land on the not good side."

"Preparation? You mean butt plugs?"

Geoff had to remind himself that Fuzzy wasn't a blushing virgin, even if he kind of fell into that category in this situation. "Well, yeah, that's one way of doing it. I own a few myself. They are good for masturbation. But that's not my favorite way."

"What's your favorite way?"

"I like my lover to stretch me. I like his fingers inside me getting me ready. It's more of a connection. In my opinion, if he wants to take the time to relax me properly, then he cares about both of our pleasure and not just his."

"So you let someone stick their fingers up your, um…"

"Ass? Yeah, that's where the action will happen, so that's a good place to begin." Geoff patted himself on the back for not laughing out loud.

"But doesn't it seem weird letting someone touch you there?"

God save me from newbies. Now he understood why Fuzzy hesitated to ask his questions. He guessed vocalizing some of them without seeming either insensitive or downright rude might trip him up. "Does it seem weird when you touch a woman's pussy?"

The red on Fuzzy's neck darkened. "That's different."

"Why?"

Fuzzy finally tore his eyes from the television screen and studied him. "Well, because, um…" His voice wavered off, and Geoff supposed he contemplated the question seriously. "I guess no, not so different, huh?"

Geoff wondered if it was wrong to want to do a happy dance. He'd gotten through the first roadblock. Unfortunately, another one always waited around the bend.

"What does it feel like when someone" —Fuzzy took a breath before continuing— "when someone stretches you?"

Welcome to the next roadblock.

Geoff searched his mind for the perfect words to describe that sensation. Words that would appeal to Fuzzy. He had to get this right because honestly, one half of his mind had begun plotting when the conversation turned down this road. If he played it right, if God truly existed, if Fuzzy labeled himself bi-curious—or more—maybe, just maybe, this could turn into a show-and-tell instead of just tell.

"It's a connection that's not easily surpassed. In my opinion, it's as intimate as a good kiss or actual penetration. Someone taking the time to make sure you enjoy the moment as much as they will. Talk about heady stuff. But I don't believe that's what you meant by feel, you meant the physical feelings not emotional, correct?"

Fuzzy simply nodded, the acknowledgement Geoff waited for. He knew that's what Fuzzy wanted all along but had seized the opportunity to verbalize what an act like this meant to him.

"Well, a burning sensation, but if done properly, it shouldn't hurt as much as you would assume. Also, if you're distracted in the right way during the stretching, well, so much the better."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Geoff searched around for a hard object to bang his head on. "Tell me. Exactly how curious are you about this subject?"

Fuzzy eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

"How about a little round of show rather than tell?"

And a test to see if you are in the right place hehe...

Hello...and you are...

I'm gonna use today to just do a few introductions between you all and me...something short and sweet...um...if I can...lol (I tend to be a motor mouth...and go off in three different directions...just to end two feet from where I started and more confused than ever...lol) Oh yeah...and to post a few hotties...because even when I'm not hot—the pics are! *giggles*

Hello...let me introduce myself...I'm Havan Fellows. I've been recruited by some mighty fine morsels to entertain you on Fridays here. I may be in over my head...but that's okay—I like that position...*winks*

So...I'm the proud author of the Synchronous Seductions series published by Breathless Press...and I write with a terrific group called the Story Orgy...*big smiles*...we've put together three anthologies with more to come—and the ones we self-pub the first 90 days profits go to charity...

Obviously I love erotic romance...can't get enough of it—now don't get me wrong, I love the sex in it...but the story that surrounds all that goodness is sah-weet too...hehe...I've got a special hankering for M/M erotic romance as my fave genre...whether it is contemporary, paranormal, sci-fi, historical...or really just about any kind. Two men just plum do it for me in a big, long, thick, in and out kind of way...*giggles*

Now...your turn. I want to know a bit about you...what genre gets you bubbling for more? What do you wish you would see more in the books you enjoy, what could you do without?

Tell me a few of your secrets...and I'll tell you a few of mine...every Friday we can meet up here and I'll chit chat with you about something of your choice. Leave a comment that intrigues me and boom boom baby, I've got my subject for next week...*blows kisses*

Thanks for stopping by and playing...:)

*whispers* psst...if you are interested in seeing more of me...*eye roll*...not that way...well not that way unless you are camping outside my bedroom window—and if you are let me know, I'll keep the curtains open...

Seriously though...if you feel the need, you can find me here:

Havan's Heavenly Haven

Facebook Author's page

Story Orgy blog

Story Orgy Facebook page


And a test to see if you are in the right place hehe...