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Dianne Hartstock shares a wee bit with Luscious about her new release.

by on April 8, 2013

Hey ya Peeps,
Welcome back to Luscious, today we are featuring Dianne Hartstock and her new new book Wee Willie Winkie. It’s her naughty take on a nursery rhyme. I haven’t had the opportunity to read it yet. But the pretty she sent me is beautiful. Given my soft spot for book covers it immediately went into my TBR pile. So please allow me to introduce you to Dianne and her bad boys…

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Naughty boys

My first love has always been the tragic hero, the ones filled with angst and heartache, courage and the brave quest. But recently I’ve developed this thing for the naughty ones, the men I’d be tempted to slap in real life, but between the covers of a book…oh my!

You know who I’m talking about. The man with the impish grin, hot eyes, sexy as heck body. He’s the one who makes us sit up, heart pounding as we furiously read. We glance over a shoulder to make sure no one’s watching as the flush creeps up our body, stains our cheeks.

God, did he really just tough him there! In public! We wait for the kiss, the thrust of an eager tongue, hands roaming freely, stifling the hero’s half-hearted protests. We pant, anticipating the press of hard bodies together…

As you might have guessed, I write m/m erotic romances and am also a ravenous reader of the genre. I started with simple, straightforward romances, but can no longer deny the thrill I get when the Bad Boy sweeps onto the scene, overwhelming the hero in a tide of lust and doubt and sweet temptation. The hero’s not sure what hit him, doesn’t like his man flirting with other men, yet can’t resist the undeniable attraction between them.

For the most part my own stories are sweet romances about true love, hot sex, but always within the confines of a relationship. But lately my boys are becoming a little naughtier in their quest for their perfect someone. Let’s just say they’re sampling the wares before making a choice.

In my latest release, Wee Willie Winkie (A Naughty Nursery Rhyme), I indulged myself. Not only do I have the irresistibly sexy Bad Boy, but also the tragic hero that makes my heart sigh and then sing when he finally captures the naughty boy’s affection and finds his Happily Ever After.

In Wee Willie Winkie, William is the eldest son of one of New England’s wealthiest families. Pretty, with no obligations, Willie is free to indulge in the young men of Boston to his heart’s content. And he most definitely does! That is, until he meets his past tutor and one time lover, Fredrick. Though he fights against it, not willing to give up his decadent passions, Fredrick’s steadfast love and kindness work on Willie’s heart until he surrenders willingly to true love.

Wee Willie Winkie

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Willie-Winkie-Naughty-Nursery-ebook/dp/B00BD2IQLO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361744303&sr=8-1&keywords=dianne+hartsock

ARe Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weewilliewinkie-1055301-145.html

Excerpt:

Fredrick held up his glass and stared at the candle’s flame through the amber liquid. He took a sip, savored the rich, biting taste on his tongue. He welcomed the burn down his throat. This was the very last drink he could afford, and he had to make it last.

A giggle erupted from the booth in the corner, the one whose curtains were drawn against curious eyes. A smile tugged at Fredrick’s lips despite the dire state of his wallet. The laugh had been carefree, joyous, naughty. Fredrick shifted on the cushioned bench. Only a few straggling customers remained in the dining room. He wondered if any of them would notice if he shifted his cramped cock as it throbbed in sympathy with the bright laughter.

Rather than risk it, he watched the fruit vender outside the window beguile a customer. Another giggle and stifled moan swiveled his attention back to the corner. A silk-clad foot and slim calf peeked beneath the curtain. He grinned even as the delectable sight emphasized his own loneliness. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in his bed.

“Excuse me. Sir?”

Fredrick looked up, distracted from his memory of lush lips and white skin and wide, hazel eyes, and blinked at the stout innkeeper at his elbow. “Yes?”

A frown fleeted across the man’s homely face at another bout of laughter from the corner. “If they’re disturbing you, I can have Wee Willie take his guest upstairs. Excuse me, I mean Mister Wilkerson.” The man broke off, flustered by the slip of the tongue.

Fredrick’s heart leaped on hearing the name mentioned. Is William really here? How could that be? The innkeeper coughed, and Fredrick frowned at the intrusion into his thoughts. The man was so damned serious about such a minor indiscretion. “They’re no bother. In fact, I’m almost done anyway.” He lifted his nearly empty glass. Hearing a shout, they looked over in time to see a young man tumble through the curtains onto the floor. Fredrick caught a glimpse of red hair and an embarrassed cheek before the gentleman crammed a hat on his head and strode passed them, face averted. The innkeeper shrugged and followed, likely to be sure he paid for his drinks.

Fredrick stared at the silk-clad foot still protruding from the parted curtains. He loosened his hold on his glass but had no way to stop the wild hammering of his heart. Before he lost his courage, he stood and swallowed the last of his brandy, then walked the short distance to the booth.

A grin tugged the corner of his mouth at his eagerness. It had been three years, after all, and they’d parted in anger. Would William acknowledge him? His hand trembled as he drew aside the heavy curtain and allowed his gaze to travel up the silky hose to bright blue trousers. Blood heated his face when he found the laces undone at the waist and the silk shirt open to expose white skin and rosebud nipples.

A sigh brought his gaze up to the pretty face that stirred his dreams. Rich brown curls surrounded lovely hazel eyes and full, pouting lips. He groaned when a delighted smile revealed the even, white teeth that had nipped his collarbone on more than one glorious occasion. “Freddie, is it you?”

Dianne Hartsock

Blog: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/diannehartsock

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4707011-dianne-hartsock

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dianne-Hartsock/e/B005106SYQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1361897239&sr=8-1

 

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7 Comments
  1. Thanks so much for having me, Luscious! You know, as a guest and all… 😉 So I’m curious, who is everyone’s favorite badboy, fiction or otherwise?

  2. I like the use of language in presenting the details. I notice how some authors dealing with sexual discoveries may skim surfaces like skipping a stone across water. I like how this weaves words and descriptions as the thoughts progress.

    • Thanks for stopping by, Dee! I always like to use the internal dialogue of my characters to stay in the moment. 🙂

  3. Hi Dianne, thanks so much for being here. 🙂

  4. Hi Dianne, maybe it’s because a new movie is coming out but my new favorite bad boy is Jay Gatsby – mysterious, sexy and wealthy beyond comprehension.

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