Rebecca Brochu and her latest M/M Novel...

It’s never a dull moment around here when Rebecca Brochu stops by, though she drops in so often, it’s a wonder nobody ever suffers from whiplash.

We never mind a little pain when one of Rebecca’s yummy books is the reason for the visit. The more the merrier, is my philosophy!!

I’m gonna turn the reins over to Rebecca, and let her tell you all about herself, and The Alpha’s Ardor.

It’s all yours, Rebecca…

I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book.

As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd's, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world.

I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog.

I first stepped into writing through the dangerous world of fanfiction. If not for the wonderful people that I met there I would have never had the courage to submit my first novella.

I truly do owe it all to the readers.

Thank you so very much.

Wolves of Flathead, 1 

Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.

Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.

Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Be Warned: m/m sex, knotting

Excerpt:

Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.

Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.

Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.

Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.

“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.

“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.

“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.

Buy Links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-alphas-ardor-by-rebecca-brochu/

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International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia #hahat

     Welcome to Tyler's Naughty Notions. 
     Have a look around, and make yourselves at home. 
     I hope you enjoy your visit, and leave feeling a little better about the world around you. We're all headed in different directions, with so much going on as it is, and I think it's nice for this one day to focus on the same thing ... ending homophobia once and for all.

     Has it really been a year since we last tackled this issue? For some, yeah, but for others, withstanding hatred and discrimination is an EVERYDAY battle. 
     Sad, but true. 
     While I've always been an advocate for equality, I haven't had much experience dealing with prejudices pertaining to transphobia. After all, I live in a tiny Texas town where transgendered people would "stand out". This phobia must be more common in the "big cities", right?
     WRONG! 
     As I was planning this little post, I realized I've personally known a transgendered person since he was three years old, and he literally lives right down the street from my home, and goes to school with my daughters. 
     Perplexed, I asked myself how I could have overlooked this? Then it occurred to me...because, you big dummy, you don't see him any differently than you see the other kids in the neighborhood.

     This is "Sam's" story, so check your bigotry at the door, there is no place for it here....

All About "Sam"....

     I first met "Sam" when he was a darling, 3yr old little boy in preschool. He had this chubby little face, and wore glasses that only added to his adorableness. 
     

     On the outside, he looked like all the other kids in school, but inside, there was so much more going on. Within a few weeks, we had all started noticing little differences. 
     At first, it was subtle, like his preference for girl's toys, and the cute little purse he'd brought from home.
     After a while, the teacher said he'd been referring to himself as a girl, and when the teacher spoke to Sam's parents, they all felt it was just a phase. Most of us weren't convinced, and it was then that I first realized that no matter what society tried to say about sexuality being a "choice"--- that THREE year old child had definitely been BORN that way.
   

     Sam didn't have boy feelings, and didn't identify with boy things. He was a girl, and the world was just gonna have to get used to it. 

     Some teachers and faculty rolled their eyes, and felt he should be "forced" to be a boy, and some felt he had no place at all in school around other children. 
   

     YES, teachers and school administrators can be as dumb as doorknobs, too. A College education can't buy common sense or erase prejudice.   

          As far as I could tell, Sam's parent's hadn't outright encouraged him, but at least they seemed to have the foresight to just let him be ... and having no "first-hand"  knowledge of what went on in the privacy of their home, I was under the assumption they wouldn't force Sam to be a boy either.

     Time went on and Sam continued to bring purses, makeup and many other "girl" things to school, and after a while, everyone just sort of accepted it. That was just how Sam was. The other children didn't seem to notice, and most parents paid no mind to the differences either. 
     When Sam moved on to elementary school, I didn't see him again until we moved across town into the same neighborhood where Sam and his family lived.
   

     Imagine my surprise when I saw Sam at the bus stop, now around the age of eight, and looking very much like a BOY!
     At first, I admit, I was somewhat relieved, feeling that his life would go so much smoother without the gender "thing" to contend with. If he was simply gay, he'd be accepted much more easily, right? 
    Without bringing too much attention to it, I asked my kids if they knew Sam. 
    My girls, who are younger, and much more perceptive than my oblivious sons, nodded, and one even said, "Yeah, but he's a little different."
     "Oh?" I asked. "How so?"
    

     "I think he thinks he's a girl," my eldest daughter replied. "He has this really cute purse, and he wears lip-gloss and everything."
     "The other kids tease him." My other daughter spoke up. 
     My heart sank, and then I panicked. "Do you tease him?"
     Both shook their heads, and my oldest daughter shrugged. "If he wants to be a girl, he can be a girl."
     Whew, I had proof, once and for all, that I had raised my kids RIGHT!     

     Time marched on, and I had forgotten all about Sam and his little eccentricities for a while, until this year when I passed a kid on a bicycle who appeared somewhat peculiar. The kid's hair was long, almost shoulder length, and the clothes were a little on the "goth" side. I wasn't even sure if the child was a boy or a girl.
     Once again, I went with my gut and questioned my daughters. "Is that Sam?"
     "Yes," my oldest answered. 
     "They still tease him, Mom." The other added. 
     I wasn't sure what I could say, so I just went with what came naturally. "Well, that's because some kids just don't know better."     

     But was that entirely true? Shouldn't junior high and high school kids know better? I pondered this problem as we drove along.
     "And kids are meaner now than they used to be," my oldest explained. "But Sam just ignores them."
     "Well good for him. And you shouldn't be afraid to stand up for him either. He needs to know that not everybody is a jerk."
     "Oh we do, mom. We do."
      My heart was once again at ease, but not nearly as much as it would be a few weeks later when we pulled into the corner store in our neighborhood. 
     I sat in the car waiting for my girls to run in and buy some sodas, when I saw Sam inside, sweeping the floor. His dad had been working part time at the store, and Sam had been going there to help out after school.
     Sam's hair was longer, and he was definitely wearing makeup, well eyeliner anyway. His clothes were rather gender neutral and he seemed happy. 
   

       I watched my daughters acknowledge him, and nearly cried when they hugged him. They all talked and laughed for a few minutes while my girls shopped and paid for their drinks. 
     When they returned to the car, I made sure to let them know how proud I was that they hadn't succumbed to peer pressure, and had treated Sam with the respect he deserved. 
     After all, somewhere deep inside all the long hair and eyeliner, Sam was still that little three year old who was probably the "Truest" most "genuine" person I had ever met. Someone who wasn't, and isn't, afraid to be himself, in whatever way he identifies with. 
     

     Sam is who he is, and it isn't for anybody else to say otherwise. Sam knows, and that's what really matters.
     I smile when I see Sam huddled with other girls in the neighborhood, and in my mind, I wonder if he will always be just as happy as he appears now. 
     I haven't heard if Sam has decided to continue living his life somewhere in the middle, or if he might someday go "all the way", but I do know that whatever he decides, I'll always envy his courage. 
     Sam does have a rough road ahead, that's for sure, but we're making great strides everyday toward equality, and someday that veil of hatred and prejudice will be lifted. And when that day comes, all the Sams of the world can he seen for who they are, and what they aspire to be, not judged by their gender or sexuality. 

  
    
 Is there a Sam in your life? If so, make sure you tell them everyday that although you may not relate to their plight, you do support them and love them unconditionally.   You'd be surprised how powerful that simple gesture can be.               

Please feel free to share your thoughts and ideas about how we can better educate our kids, and what we can each do personally, to make the future better for everyone. 
      I will choose THREE winners by the end of the week, to win digital copies of my first M/M novel, "Beyond Honor", or my latest, Amazon Best-seller, "A Beautiful Lie."

        
     
      Also, be sure to visit the other hops and enter whatever contests those blogs have. This hop is guaranteed to not only be educational and touching, it's going to be tons of fun, too!!