Author Showcase – Sharita Lira

The next book is BLMorticia’s Candyman, book 5 in the Something New on the Menu Series!
Alain Roux is the new President of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux, lost his battle with cancer and has left the business in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave the company to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.
Ty Washington is a born and raised Southsider who is working there to put himself through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. When he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try. In BL’s own humorous way, she’ll tell the tale of a man and his subordinate as they overcome the struggles to build a long lasting commitment.
Ty bent his head slightly forward. His feet felt like they were glued to the floor. He was so focused on Alain, he didn’t see the other gentleman sitting in front of him until he also rose from his seat.
“Hi there Ty. Good to see you.”
“Um, hello.” What the fuck? Who is he?
“I can see the confusion in your expression Ty. This is my advisor, Lucas Quimbley. Let’s go someplace and chat, shall we?”
“Cool.” Ty adjusted the backpack on his shoulder and watched the boss walk around the desk to the closet.
He grabbed his coat and patted Lucas on the shoulder before coming closer. “Okay then, let’s go.”
Ty turned and opened the door for Alain. Damn, the smell of his cologne drove him wild. Ty loved that scent. It smelled better on Alain than in the bottle, if that were even possible. He shifted to really take in every detail of the man. Then Ty held out his hand. “After you?”
Alain flashed him a wicked grin that caused Ty’s cock to leap in his pants, “Thank you.”
He walked ahead and Ty focused on that cute little butt inside the grey slacks. Slowly he licked his lips and continued to follow Alain down the hallway to the elevator. “Mhmm…” he groaned silently inside, desiring to be close to the younger Roux any way he possibly could. Never had he felt this way about a man – or anyone for that matter. Seemingly, Alain was just what he needed, not only to open him up and make him comfortable with his own sexuality, but also to cure his loneliness. No question, Ty wanted to be involved with someone. Could Alain want more too? Ty hoped so.
Once they’d made it to the main floor, they walked towards the door. Ty opened it for Alain.
“We’re going to my car. You okay with that?”
Ty smiled and his eyes widened at the question. “Um, yeah, I’m fine with that.”
“Good. This is a social call so Lucas suggested we take it off of workplace property.”
Oh yeah. Ty liked what he heard, but wasn’t sure how to respond. The anticipation boiling inside him and the nervousness continued to climb.
“Don’t clam up on me, Ty. I could see how the sparks flew the moment we shook hands,” he chuckled. In seconds they came to a sleek, black Jaguar.
Damn. Ty shook his head in disbelief as he gawked at the nice set of wheels Alain was driving. He’d always loved the Jaguar because it screamed wealth, class, and luxury.
“Get in babe!” Alain ducked inside.
Carefully, Ty pulled the handle to open his door and sank down into the leather seat. He couldn’t help but stare at the interior, all the buttons and the dashboard with all its fancy lights. It still had that new car smell too, meaning Alain had either just bought it or received it as a gift.
“Yeah, the car is practically new. My dad bought it for me three months ago. I never really drive it. I have others that get more wear outta me. I decided to pull this one out in his memory. He loved Jaguars.” Alain nodded towards Ty’s still open door and once he’d pulled it shut, he shifted the gears and in moments they were out of the parking space and away from the building. The boss drove about two blocks before he pulled over.
Ty turned to face him. “Um, why are we stoppin’?”
Alain grinned and put the car in park. “To talk, to see if we’re on the same page, and…” Alain’s voice trailed off and he grabbed the back of Ty’s head and sealed his lips with his own.
Fuck. Ty’s manhood strained against his jeans. He sensed the moisture leaking from the small slit. Immediately, his nipples hardened and as much as one small part of his brain wanted to revolt, the rest of him melted in the man’s arms. “Mhmm…” he groaned into his embrace and hugged Alain’s back, pulling him closer. Nothing he wanted more than this right now; his brain shut down while his hormones raged out of whack.
“Oh God. Your lips taste so good. I could kiss you all day, Ty. I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I spotted you in the packaging plant.”
“Jesus!” Ty couldn’t help his exclamation. “Damn, Alain, you’re… wow! Can we do that again?”
Alain smiled sweetly and softly stroked his head. “We can go even farther than that if you’re game, baby. I’m no prude.”
Ty returned the grin and leaned in closer, pressing his lips against Alain’s once again. His mouth felt so soft and delectable. He’d never kissed a man, but damnit if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. The scents of Alain: cologne, hairspray, body wash – whatever it was – overpowered him. Everything. All man. All Alain. Again, he gripped his back through the jacket and slid his hands down to the man’s waist. Too bad there was the barrier of his shirt between them right now. Ty wanted more, he needed more. “God yes.”
“I agree but it isn’t Him who’s makin’ you feel this way. We need to get off this road and go someplace to spend some time together. I wanted to take you out to dinner and then…”
Ty’s hands remained on Alain’s torso. He didn’t want to let go. “Then… whatever… you…” Ty couldn’t even get the words out. The shock over Alain’s kiss still slithered around him; he couldn’t believe how much he really enjoyed it.
“Whatever I want? Mhmm, what I want is to be in between your thighs and vice versa, Mr. Ty Washington. But let’s go eat first. I’m starvin’.” Alain pulled away and pushed his sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose. “Damn that was hot baby. I dunno what to do. I have to get up early for a meeting. How will I be able to keep my hands off you?” Alain grabbed Ty’s hand and brought it to his lips. “You got soft hands for a blue collar worker doncha?”
Ty continued to stare at him and shifted his hand underneath Alain’s. “I moisturize real well,” he laughed. He grasped Alain’s fingers and toyed with them. “Really well,” he emphasized and moved his hand to Alain’s thigh. All Ty could think about was touching that lovely body. Damn just yesterday I was uncomfortable with being gay; now I’m lovin’ it!

BIO: Author Sharita Lira – In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine

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Blurb: Men come in all forms; big, small, manly and not so much. Rhoda Maire likes em’ on the pretty side and won’t settle for anything less. Dr. Nicholas Fairlight might be just what she needs. He’s looking for a woman to settle down with after years of putting his career first. Time for both of these lonely medical professionals to find true love!

“Dr. Fairlight…Dr. Fairlight,
you’re needed in ICU. Dr. Fairlight?” Nicholas joked while he sat at the table
with his fellow physicians. Not that he didn’t take his job seriously, but a
little humor was good to take the edge off after a long night. 

“That nurse has the hots for
you, Doc. She loves callin’ your name. Her and Mrs. Mackenby might have a plan
for you.” One of the doctors laughed.
“Yeah, I’m sure they do.”
Nicholas heard his phone go off, signaling a patient needed his assistance.
When he noticed the caller ID, he groaned and slipped his cell back in his hip compartment.
“Well, I’ve been summoned once again.”
“Ah, that would be the sixth
call in the last fourteen hours, right?” With a smirk, his good friend, Dr.
Alexander Carthington, cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, it would, Doctor. She’s
never going to give up, is she? Making excuses for me to come see her so she
can convince me to get hitched.” Nicholas shook his head.
“Yep, you know it. Hey, you
wanna go out with me and my girl next Saturday night? We’re heading to this new
club in the city called Enigma.”
Nicholas nodded, knowing a
night out on the town might do him some good. “Maybe. I do need to get out
more, especially when we have days off. These thirteen hours are killin’ me.”
Nicholas frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let me go see what my dear
patient wants and I’ll get back to you on that.”
“‘Kay. I’ll be here. All my
patients aren’t as needy as yours.”
“Piss off, you wanker,”
Nicholas snarled as he walked swiftly across the cafeteria to try making the
next elevator. He knew this wasn’t a clear emergency since they hadn’t added
stat to the message.
Mrs. Mackenby was a nice lady
but really not his type. With grown children and plenty of ailments to last her
a lifetime, Nicholas considered her to be a momma more than a woman he’d want
to get involved with.
Regardless, she still tried,
telling him she’d make the perfect wife for him. The young lonely doctor who
didn’t have many marriage prospects on the horizon.
Despite this, Nicholas wasn’t
ready to become the other half in a cougar relationship. Older women just
didn’t do it for him.
Not in
their seventies, anyway
The warm air hit him as the
elevator doors opened. Nicholas made his way to Mrs. Mackenberg’s room. When he
passed the nurses’ desk, they all smiled at him, knowing this wasn’t very important
but he answered her anyway, as long as he wasn’t in surgery.
“Hi, Doc Nicky, come on in.”
She waved. Her blue eyes twinkled and she smiled wide.
“Hello again, Mrs.
Mackenberg. What can I do for you today? How’s everything going?”
“Oh, about well as it could,
I suppose. The ol’ bones aren’t up to par after the last stroke. I can barely
get out of bed.” She patted her grey bun on top of her head and curled the
loose ends around her ears.
“Well, it takes time to
recover, Mrs. Mackenberg. You’ll be out of the hospital in no time and back at
home soon.”
“Yes, I know, Nicky. And
please, I dunno how many times I have to tell ya to call me Janet. We’ve known
one ‘nother for the last six months.”
Nicholas nodded in agreement
and forced a smile while he pulled up a chair from the other side of the room.
“Yes ma’am. Okay, why did you summon me? Something hurts…or—?”
“No, no, not right now, I
just wanted to see ya. I hate when ya not here, Nicky. The other doctors,
except for Alex, don’t pay me much attention.” Her Southern drawl came out in
her voice.
“Well, I’m sure they don’t
mean to ignore you, Mrs.… Er, Janet. We do get very busy here sometimes.”
“I know but—” She stopped and
her face softened when she met his gaze. “You’re such a great doctor, ya know,
because you really give a damn about yer patients. Ya treat ‘em like family.”
Nicholas appreciated the
comment and crossed his legs while he relaxed. The end of his shift was coming
soon but, he had to admit, he loved coming in here, listening to Janet
Mackenberg tell one of her stories. “Thank you, Janet. I try, I really do. It’s
part of the reason I decided to become a Doctor.” Nicholas sat up straight for
fear he might get too comfortable and fall asleep in the chair. It had been a
long night here at Methodist; two emergency surgeries, head trauma, and gunshot
wounds. Just a normal night in the life of a doctor who worked a thirteen hour
“I’m glad ya did, honey. We
pay y’all pretty well to take care of us ol’ folk. You might as well earn that
cash. I know you and Alexander do.”
“Yes, but that isn’t why we
work here, Janet.”
“I know, I know.” She sighed
and flashed him a wry grin. She reached across and patted his hand. “You two
are good ol’ British boys, not like some of them others I seen on TV. These
American medics can take a cue from the both of ya.”
“We have a fine staff here,
Janet, regardless of where we come from. Well…” Nicholas straightened and rose
from his chair. “If everything’s okay, let me leave you to get rest and I must
get some too since I have to be here late tonight for a ten hour shift. If
there are any more melees in the inner city, I might be here longer.”
“Aw, I wish ya didn’t hafta
leave, sugah. I love talkin’ with ya, but I know ya need sleep to keep up that
pretty face of yours.” The old lady winked at him. “You sure are a handsome
devil, Nicky. Ya sure you don’t wanna make an old woman happy until she leaves
this earth?”
Nicholas’ eyes widened. His
lips curled into a half smile. “Um, Janet, I already told you. I’m very taken. My lady and I have been
dating for years and I just haven’t popped the question,” he lied. There hadn’t
been anyone serious since his last girlfriend left him in his second year of
med school.
“I need to meet her one day
and tell ‘er she took away my dream man.” She laughed. “All right, baby. You
getcha self some rest and come see me in the mornin’, right?”
“I sure will.” Nicholas
patted her shoulder and attempted to turn in the direction of the door when she
grabbed his hand.
“Go home and getcha self some
lovin’, Nicky. You look like ya need it.”
Nicholas bowed his head and
grinned at Janet.
If only
there were someone waiting there to give it to me.
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Blurb: Over
fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love
Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former
lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in
his bachelor badge.
McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only
saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big
break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will
capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
This is a
romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot
smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different
backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!

and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the
methods he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object
of his desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he
didn’t bore him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the
man tire of him too quickly.
London poured some more of
the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon. They’d
finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt nervous.
He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly. “Um
thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.
“You’re welcome.” London
lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re here just
having drinks. Relax.”
Brandon nodded and lay back
against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man of his
dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne and
after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils, he
felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his
flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice.
“I’m tryin’, it’s just…” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee
table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London,
and I… This is really a thrill for me.”
London chuckled and moved
closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but I’m
just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here,
To Brandon McFerry, he did.
London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on this sofa
with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take London
into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like that too,
but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a hand on
top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”
“I do.” London placed an arm
around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work of art I have
at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”
Brandon looked at the owner
with widened eyes.
Did he just say…?
Brandon thought he just heard
London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.
Could it be? Could the man
he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that belonged
to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you home,
London held onto him a little
tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just… I really do like
you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me for moving too
quickly but…”
“No, no, not at all I’m just
a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”
“Good. Then, if you don’t
mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it weren’t
opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since it’s a big
“Yes, yes, I understand. I
have no issue with staying here late with you.”
He really didn’t. There was
nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t
moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.
“Great, now.” London poured
the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish this off, shall
we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”
Seeing London pour yet
another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already
felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t
have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that
upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”
“And thank you again for the
painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted with Brandon,
clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.
The painter nodded and did
the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.
I have to make a good impression on him if I want a chance at being part
of his life.
Once they’d finished drinking
the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back out to the main
area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along with the wine.
He just couldn’t believe
this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful businessman
and owner of the new club, Fantasia.
Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in
this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man,
he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London
expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his
dream of meeting him.
Meanwhile, the Cristal had
definitely taken effect. Brandon cupped his arm around London’s as if they were
dating and relaxed so much he started seductively touching his desired man’s
shoulders and even running an arm around his waist without giving it a second
thought. He really didn’t realize that he might be annoying London or making
him worry. In his mind, because London showed a genuine interest, he couldn’t
take issue with Brandon’s flirts.
After London finished talking
to an older couple of investors, Brandon pulled him against the wall by the
bathroom. The young artist ran his hand over London’s head and shoulders and
gazed into his brown eyes. “London, I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Why would you say that?” The
club owner pushed his heavy body against Brandon. “I love that you’re finally
more relaxed.”
“I… yeah… I mean.” Brandon
struggled for the right words. “We just met and I wonder am I coming on too
London laughed, “No, no,
babe, not at all. I really like you, Brandon.” The entrepreneur gripped the
artist’s waist. “You go on with the touching and flirting. I don’t mind at all.
In fact…” London twirled Brandon’s curls around his fingertips. “I’d like a
little more.”
Brandon smiled and wrapped
his arms around London’s neck. Thank goodness the man he loved wasn’t annoyed
by his affections. He bit his lip and locked eyes with the man once again.
“More, as in…?”
“Yes,” London managed to
choke out. “You pulled me over here so please love, don’t stop now.”
Brandon took that as a go to
do as he’d wanted for years. He straightened himself and shrugged his
shoulders. The scent from London, a mixture of his cologne and the Cristal,
infiltrated his nostrils. The artist ran his hands from his biceps to the small
of his back. The space closed between them with each move. Brandon slowly
licked his lips. “I really want this, London.”
“I do too,” he whispered,
still pressing himself against Brandon’s body. “I know we just met, but damn.”
“Damn,” he repeated and
smiled. His fingers danced on the back of London’s neck, toying with his brown
strands. Brandon moved slightly forward, opening his mouth to accept London’s.
Lightly, he kissed him and felt the instant adrenaline shoot from his lips to
his nipples, causing them to harden under his cotton shirt, and making his cock
stand at attention. His jewels drew up against his body. The goose bumps appeared
on his flesh. Just that small kiss made so much happen in such a short period
of time.
He knew it would be like
that. Just like a dream come true with the fireworks going off in his brain,
his hormones going into overdrive along with all the noises, waking him up and
making him realize just how real this was.
Brandon leaned back against
the wall. “That was so—”
“Yes, but−” London moved in
close again. “I want more. Don’t be so tentative, Brandon.” The older man
pressed his lips against Brandon’s, sending more shocks to his system. Breaths
labouring from the fiery embrace, the young artist accepted, feeling his
desired man’s cock mating with his own. “Jesus.”
“No, no, not him, Brandon.

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