Thursday, July 23, 2015

My Ice Cream Brings All the Boys to the Yard....Blog Hop

Welcome to the My Ice Cream Brings All The Boys To The Yard Blog Hop! 
This is the first of hopefully many hops, introducing you to some names you know, and some you don't.
Go through the list, and find out what your favorite authors think about their characters! Are they Vanilla? Or Chocolate Peanut Butter? 
Get your spoon and get sucked in!!

My Boys to the Yard flavor is Piña Colada….. a Latin flair.


The men in my stories are hot, sexy and usually have a Latin appeal. I don’t go for the machismo, but give me a sexy Latin and swoonville… here I come.

My latest WIP is Diablo’s Freedom, a BDSM M/M story. Diablo is a vampire who owns and operates the C & L Ranch. The ranch may boost of breeding Andalusian horses but the piece de resistance is a BDSM ranch, cowboy style- where roping takes on a whole new meaning.

How about a little snippet from Diablo’s Freedom (unedited)? 

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The Blog Hop runs from July 23-31~ the winner will be chosen August 1.

Inspiration for Diablo
Excerpt~ Adult Content

His throat constricted and his heart began to race the Indy 500 when he gazed upon the largest cock ever. Diablo was hung like one of the Andalusian’s he bred. Kristoph clenched his ass cheeks thinking about those nine inches reaming into him. If the length alone didn’t put a tad bit of fear into him, the girth did. He’d surely struggle to accommodate the cock, but oh, how he was up for the challenge.

Precum pooled at the purple tip, and Kristoph smacked his lips in anticipation of his first taste.

“See something you like?” Kristoph vigorously shook his head as Diablo stalked toward the bed.

“One of us is a tad bit overdressed.” Kristoph sat transfixed at the beacon—Diablo’s dick—that led the way to the bed. Brought out of his trance, Kristoph found himself yanked to the foot of the bed by his ankles. A sharp claw protruded from Diablo’s finger and swept up one side of his khakis and down the other, underwear included. Ripped off and naked from the waist down, Kristoph suddenly felt very vulnerable.


“I’m sorry, cariño, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I promise to replace the pants.” The bed dipped, Diablo’s body surrounding his as he crab-crawled to the head of the bed.

“Shirt, please, unless you want to lose that, too.” Kristoph whipped the polo over his head and unceremoniously tossed it on the floor. Naked, his tan skin was a contrast to his pale lover.

“Beautiful.” Kristoph smiled at Diablo’s compliment.

Kristoph’s fleshed goose bumped at Diablo’s wicked tongue grazed across each nipple and down his sternum to his belly button. An unmanly giggle escaped as Diablo’s tongue dipped into his belly button and swirled. Oh, to have that wicked tongue on his cock.

He was soon pleasantly surprised when Diablo lapped at the precum pooled on the tip of his dick.

“Oh fuck, Diablo. Please, Sir.” The honorific slipped from his lips so easily. To have a master as special and sexy as Diablo made his heart soar.

Kristoph wanted to scream the slower Diablo licked him, suckling his balls and then dipping his tongue into the slit of his bulbous head. He scrunched his eyes shut and tightly grasped the sheets. Movement made him open his eyes and he peered up, face to face with Diablo’s green eyes.

“Let’s take the edge off, or I can guarantee once I get into your tight ass, I won’t last long.” Kristoph shuddered, the feel of his mate’s body aligned next to his, combining their sweat and masculinity. Moving to his side, he lined his cock next to Diablo’s, the vampire’s large callused hand wrapped around both their dicks. The precum which oozed from the two slits eased the way for the man to stroke them effortlessly—up and down, twisting the knobs ever so slightly, catching more of the drippings.

Kristoph panted, his breathe ragged and mouth agape, moans of pleasure emanated from him as the hunky vampire brought them close to completion.

Timing the movement of his hips with the slide of Diablo’s hand, his cock skimmed along the velvety steel of Diablo’s dick.

“Close, Diablo, so close.” As if the man knew just what he needed, Diablo’s pinky pressed into his slit creating a volcanic eruption of cum. The vampire continued to milk both of them, Diablo’s orgasm seconds behind. Their combined scents and spent seed covered their bellies. Diablo’s rhythmic circling of their cum on Kristoph’s stomach brought forth a faint smile and chuckle.


2015 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.


  1. You just melted all of the ice cream with that excerpt! *fans self*

  2. Umm, *drools* And not at the ice cream. :D

  3. Sounds Hot as fuck! ( )

  4. I'm fairly new to M/M reads but that was HAWT!!

    Thanks for joining the hop!