Hi everyone–
Welcome my dear friend Rawiya to the blog. Rawiya and her alter egos, Michael Mandrake and BL Morticia, have been my pals since i first became a fiction writer. Today, Rawiya brings her new release titled enchantingly Time To Make the Donuts. If you leave a comment you’ll be entered in a drawing for a copy of the book. The drawing will be held on March 5th.

Today, Rawiya is talking about one of my all-time favorite subjects — pretty men! So sit back and enjoy and don’t forget to leave your email address with your comment. And if you want to follow this blog i would LOVE it. Here’s Rawiya.  :  )

So Sue Me, I like My Men Pretty

Rawiya

Greetings all, thanks for stopping in here to Tara’s today.

 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love a muscular man, a cowboy, a cop, a so called, manly man too but there’s something about one who wears guy-liner, fingernail polish, maybe even a little lipstick that really gets me going!

I know exactly where it started too. Some thirty plus years ago when I couldn’t tell if a certain man in Duran Duran was male or female. I was only 9! The man in the grey hat, Nick Rhodes on keyboards, totally fooled me and I didn’t learn until maybe a month or two later, that he was a guy. Ever since then, I’ve been a fan of men who are pretty with long tresses, no facial hair, might have pierced ears, nipples, belly buttons, oh yes, even more attractive with the last two and if he’s really naughty, a pierced cock.






Good Lord! Most of the men in my stories as well as the other 2 muses, have at least one beautiful man as a character and this plays into what we like in real life. Does that mean men who are beautiful can’t be manly? Hells no. They can hold down the so called, manly jobs, be strong minded and willed and still be MEN. This kind of harks back to an old post about men being sensual. Why can’t a man who is overly attractive like Umid (the model above) be a real guy? In reality, what IS a real man? It shouldn’t be something you judge on the way they look anyway, it’s about what’s on the inside.

So, don’t let those silly ads on Miller Liteand “man up” shit, fool you. Men come in many forms, pretty or not, with attitudes, emotions, smarts, etc. Judge him by the way he carries himself, and even if he does a strut with a switch, so what. He’s confident right? I like them that way, in my stories and in real life.

Give me some of the pretty men you love! Thanks for listening

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya’s first book, Time to Make the Donuts is a Silver Star on ARe from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairiesand Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on WordPress.

Andre, a customer, comes in and pays Christopher a visit. The two lock eyes and immediately connect on a personal level. The intensity of this deep, instant connection convinces Christopher to pursue a potential interest – to find out just what might happen between them – when Andre passes him his card and phone numbers. He wonders what the young man does for a living however, he’s so smitten by him, Chris doesn’t give it much further thought.

Little does the shop owner know, Andre actually works for his biggest competitor as a secret shopper and has been told to use any method necessary to find out the secrets of the shop. Andre is ordered to convince Christopher to sell his shop and become part of the national chain.
When Christopher finds out, he has a surprise for Andre and deals with him in a rather humorous way. Will he trust Andre once he finds out this fact? Will he give up his shop under the pressure the well-known franchise? Will this newly found romance beat the odds and move past this bump in the road to happiness for both Andre and Christopher?

With the song Manic Monday by the Bangles playing on the overhead, Jesse stood behind the cashier Wanda, getting orders for customers while Christopher finished putting the third batch of donuts in the oven. The owner always felt better when the store officially opened for business making him forget about the lack of sleep he got from the night prior or the fact he’d been in the restaurant since two a.m.

He pushed the double doors open as he came from the kitchen, watching the customers lining up in front of the register. They were ready to give their morning rush orders of coffee and donuts or bagels. Others who had time sat at the long laminate counter waiting for one of the waitresses to take their requests. Bigger groups of people or those who liked to take in the atmosphere sat in booths to sample the diner’s finest delicacies. Part of the charm of Christopher’s place was it catered to everyone in some form or fashion while offering great service. Something he knew that other place could provide.

While waving at a couple of regulars, Christopher started to help Jesse bag a few orders. Unlike most owners, he always chipped in to help on the front lines regardless if it were busy or not.

Jesse smacked him on the shoulder. “Yo dude, you look like you haven’t sleep in weeks.” The husky redheaded woman poured a cup of coffee for a lady in front of her.

“Well thanks,” he frowned. “I’m still being bombarded by calls from that place to get me to sell. They won’t quit. Don’t they get the message?”

“Apparently not. They been callin’ ya at home?”

“No on the cell and all because that one girl that used to work here got employed by them. They thought by doing that, they’d be able to pick up some secrets or learn something new about me, or the restaurant. Didn’t they know I brainwash my former workers,” he laughed.

“You wish. You just don’t share anything important which is smart, now me on the other hand,” She cocked an eyebrow. “I could be an asset to someone if they swayed me to leave.”

Christopher stopped immediately and glared at her. “You’d never.”

She drew up her lips. Within seconds she guffawed and smacked him on the back pretty hard. “Babe, no, never. I’m just messin’ wicha. I’d never leave your side. I told you the day Jayson died I’d help you run the place till we couldn’t do it anymore and I meant it. You know I’m a rebel at heart. I couldn’t go anywhere and work for “the man” and feel comfortable. I ain’t wearin’ no suit and tie for nobody.”

Christopher choked a little from the slap and let out a small sigh of relief. He didn’t know what he’d do without Jesse if she left. Good thing she always had such a good sense of humor and because he liked her as his second in command, he vowed never to piss her off if he could help it. Yes, they’d had run-ins a couple of times over various decisions but he knew most of the time the two of them would come to an agreement in the end.

“Well I’m glad about that.” He straightened his tie and shrugged his shoulders. “I need you here, Jess. No bones about that. Most days, I’m not sure what I’d do without your intellect.”

She blushed and chuckled. “Aw, Christopher, I swear if I didn’t like women and you didn’t like men we’d be a match made in heaven, right?”

A woman with a baby in front of them giggled and took her bag.

Christopher sighed, “Jesse, we really need to stop talkin’ about our personal business up here, huh?”

“Yes, duly noted boss man. Sooo…maybe we should go in the back so I can ask you about the dude I hooked you up with last week.” She nodded and turned to him.

“Um, nothin’ really to tell. I’m sorry Jesse, he’s just not what I’m looking for.”

The manager rolled her eyes. “Just what the hell are you searchin’ for in a man, Chris? You gotta lower your standards just a little don’t you? Ain’t no pretty boy with money and a squeaky clean disposition comin’ into your life any time soon.”

“That might be true but, well, he just didn’t do it for me. I liked that he’s self-sufficient, he’s pretty burly which I, erm, well, I’m not into overly muscular men. He doesn’t have to be a model but he does have to be easy on the eyes.” Christopher paused, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk about my business up here?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh sorry, let’s go in the back a moment then. I gotta hear the rest of this. Wanda, you okay hon, since the rush is about done?”

The younger blond nodded, “Yep, I’ll call ya’ if I need ya.”

“Great.” Jesse gripped Christopher’s shoulder. “To the back then chief to get another batch ready then, huh?”

“Yep. We’ll be back, Wanda.” Christopher went through the doors and Jesse followed him. He really enjoyed when he and Jesse could work and talk at once. Made the day go by a lot faster. If only he had something other than his seemingly desperate romantic situations to converse about.



Thank you, Rawiya, for entertaining us thoroughly! And thank you all for visiting the blog. My next release is Spell Cat, coming March 20th and you can read an excerpt at Beautiful Boys Books. Don’t forget to comment! : )