Found out today that my book, If I Were a Lady…, was nominated in the Best Contemporary of 2009 category at Love Romances Cafe.  Check out the announcement on my site for links to the complete lists of nominees and voting instructions.

LASR SCAVENGER HUNT<——– CLICK HERE! – Tomorrow, Sat the 25th, my clue will be posted!

Dying to get your hands on a copy of my novella, If I Were a Lady…? Follow my clue and Send in your answers. You could win you very own copy. It’s easy and fun! Best of all, It’s FREE!

Be sure to check out the other authors while you’re there. Rowena Cherry’s clue is up Sun the 26th — Don’t miss it!

Never heard of IF I WERE A LADY…?

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BD Whitney, Book Wenches reviewer, totally “got” IF I WERE A LADY… I couldn’t be happier!

Title: If I Were a Lady…
Author:Bryl Tyne
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Release Date: March 2009
ISBN: 9781605920252
Length: Novella
Format: Electronic
Genre: Contemporary GLBT
Sensuality Level: 3.75
Rating: 4

BD says, ““Ms. Tyne treats both the story and her characters with an affectionate humor that is completely irresistible. It is this touch of humor that adds a touch of realism to the story and also keeps it from lapsing into melodrama. Yes, the central issue is both serious and emotional, but there is no need for it to be maudlin. My own penchant for humor is showing here, I know, but it is also because of this that I will be seeking out other works by Ms. Tyne, regardless of their subject matter…” read the full review here

Celebrate “National Humor Month” with LASR/WC and 30 romantic comedy authors! WC, for those whose minds are boggling, stands for Whipped Cream, the erotic side of the Long and Short of it review site.

I know, I wondered about water closet humor for an instant, too!

Every day a different author will be giving away a prize, which might be a download, or a gift token, or chocolates, or a book. This is a structured scavenger hunt, and those who join in must be sure to write “Scavenger Hunt” in the subject line when they write in with their answer to the question of the day.

Here’s the roster of Romantic Comedy authors

4/1 Victoria Blisse

4/2 Christy Tillery French

4/3 Catherine Wade

4/4 Vivi Andrews

4/5 Robin Glasser

4/6 Phyllis Marie Campbell

4/7 B. H. Dark

4/8 Ann Lory

4/9 Sylvia Shults

4/10 Jami Davenport

4/11 Lena Austion

4/12 Robin Kaye

4/13 Linda Wisdom

4/14 Jennifer Johnson

4/15 Judi Fennell

4/16 Patrice Wilton

4/17 Michele Hart

4/18 Jennifer Shirk

4/19 Charlotte Chalmers

4/20 Elizabeth Rose

4/21 Marianne Arkins

4/22 M. K. Trent

4/23 Michelle Moncou

4/24 Kari Thomas

4/25 Bryl Tyne

4/26 Rowena Cherry

4/27 Amber Polo

4/28 TBA

4/29 TBA

4/30 Libby Malin

I will be giving away a copy of my book, If I Were a Lady…, and I will be asking a question about one of my characters from WRONG TROUSERS, my FREE eBook you may download from my site.

It’s a quick, funny read. So, download it and get studying

How do you tell your boss, a man as gorgeous and chivalrous as Jasper Elementary Principal Valerian Riche, no?  That’s quite all right. Fifth grade English teacher, Kendra Wright doesn’t know the answer either. But wishes she did. For if her secret’s revealed, she’ll not only lose the attention she’s craved for so long, but also her career.

Excerpt:

“Kendra, let me explain.”

I unfolded my arms and clenched my hands into fists at my side. Wrong answer. Livid-no, beyond livid-I whirled around screaming. “Shut your damned mouth until you know why I’m angry with you!”

The louder I yelled, the faster he retreated. My fury halted only when he did. With his legs backed against the oak desk, his hands curled over its edge, him leaning as far back as possible without toppling backward, me, leaning over him, I stopped. Everything stopped-my rant, Val’s movements, my ability to breath, and time.

I fixated on his less-than-confident bottom lip, wanting nothing except another taste, his touch . . . . The whites of his eyes grew, but he didn’t blink as I kicked his feet apart, straddled a leg, and hovered inches away from him.

One finger between his collar and tie, I loosened it from his neck and edged the knot down the tie’s length. Our mutual silence balanced on matching stubbornness. I slid the tie through his stiff collar and pulled it free, catching a lightening quick streak of trepidation in those marble-black eyes. From the mist collecting above his brow, I figured he probably hoped I hadn’t noticed.

I straddled him, hovering less than an inch above his thigh. My skirt bunched higher as I closed the distance until I was sure we exchanged breath. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” I lifted his right hand and cinched the quickly lineman-knotted tie around his wrist.

Anticipation danced in his eyes. Yet he remained as stone when I changed position with a hike of my leg. He thought his will stronger than mine. I pressed between his parted thighs and wiggled until I loomed inches from his chest. Lifting and moving his free hand to join the other, I secured his wrists behind him.

His push upright ended with me pressing my forehead in defiance at a hardened pec. I held my post and moved quickly to unfasten his belt and pants. The shifting muscles in his chest told me he worked hard to stifle a chuckle. He thought he had me, and almost did, as my inhale carried his fresh-pressed scent to delight my palette.

“Do you like it like this, Val?” I stepped back, tossed him a seductive gaze, and withdrew the belt from his pant loops.

His lapels reached higher with each breath, but I received only a twitch of his right brow in response. I kicked off my shoes, lowered myself to my knees, shoved his feet together, wound the belt twice around his ankles, and buckled it tight.

As I hesitated, my fingers dawdling on the clasp of his pants, he whispered my name. I jumped up, straddled his bound legs, and leaned in for the kill. The tips of our noses brushed. Our eyes locked in a battle stare. “Tell me you like this, tell me you want it.”

With my crotch brushing over his clothed erection, I slid my tongue across the seam of his lips, accentuating the velvety touch of my words. “Say it.”

A single bead of sweat trickled along his rough cheek. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled him closer. I licked a trail from his chin to the bridge of his nose before ghosting my painted lips over one set of lashes. “You like?” My words floated as smooth as my breath, as soft as the wisps of lashes at my lips.

I lost my grip and stumbled backward as he reared upright with a start. “For God’s sake, Kendra! Suck my goddamned dick!”

If I Were a Lady…

a Homoerotic Romantic Comedy, by Bryl R. Tyne

ISBN 978-1-60592-025-2
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
If I Were a Lady Copyright 2009 Bryl Tyne

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