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Sing if You're Glad to be Gay

I posted my final blog for Queer Magazine Online today. I would like to thank the awesome Anders and his wonderful team including chief reviewer, Serena Yates, for making me author of the month.

Here is the link to my post, Sing If You're Glad to be Gay, which addresses the topic how far has the GLBT community come this year? http://t.co/6BNgWUQ

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Aloha oe,

A.J.

The Oasis – OUT NOW!

The Oasis – my brand new M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M book is OUT NOW at Silver Publishing!

Publishing:

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Elias and his best friend/roommate Josh take the plunge and head to Palm Springs for one of the notorious gay circuit parties that take place in the lavish desert resort called The Oasis on holiday weekends. After a disastrous start, they find all the sex with all the hot bodies they could want. However, they find to their surprise that the real oasis…was right under their noses all along. Elias and Josh realize there is something else between them. Could their real oasis be…each other?

The Sex God

 

By A.J. Llewellyn

Several months ago when I was invited to submit a book to Silver Publishing, I took the opportunity to address the gay circuit parties that are a monthly fixture in Palm Springs. I attended one that my frequent cover model Adam Killian was performing at and was astonished at how…well, prudish I felt. I'm not a bad looking guy and my body's okay but I'm a writer for God's sake, not a model and no way was I gonna take off my clothes and walk around naked with the incredibly hot guys that hung out by the pool.

It gave me the idea for The Oasis and loosely based on a very dear friend's experience in the dating scene, I created a story in which a guy with a weight problem travels to Palm Springs with his best friend for what turns out to be Gay Leather Pride. Elias is struggling with his ex best female friend for custody visits with his two-year old son, Julio. His best friend, Josh, a videographer, lures him to the gay resort, The Oasis, where Elias meets a tall, muscular handsome sex god of a man in the pool. They strike up a conversation.

What Elias doesn't know is that the sex god is a mnajor gay porn star.

I immediately contacted my friend Samuel Colt, who is not only a hot and sexy guy, but it turns out, a guy with a great sense of humor. Samuel had starred in the webisodes of my book Bad Cops and his threesome with Nat Lawler and Tony Aziz were the hottest scenes I'd ever seen. I approached Samuel with the idea of making him the sex god in the book and also putting him on the cover. I assured him he would have final approval of everything. I've never had so much fun working on a cover.

His photo, taken by my frequent collaborator, gay porn director, John Bruno, was perfect. Artist Reese Dante found perfect images to represent Josh and Elias. Samuel was in the midst of a multi-city European tour but still found time to check out the astonishing gallery Reese sent us. We had fun picking out our final cover.

Meanwhile, I had fun with the plot. Here is the scene where Elias first meets Samuel, the sex god:

 Elias felt a ripple of movement and turned his head. A big, handsome, muscular guy waved as he waded into the water.

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." He grinned. He wore a baseball cap and a huge, sexy grin. Man, he was hot. He lolled against the pool tiles. He must have been well over six feet, and he filled those inches well.

He-Man gave a gentle kick from those long, brawny legs, and Elias glimpsed a flash of blue swim shorts beneath the undulating water. What a hot man.

"Did you just arrive?" Elias asked.

The man smiled. "Yeah. Came down from San Francisco. I've never been here before."

"Me neither. Is this your first time?"

The guy stared at him a moment.

Dumbass! He just said he'd never been here before. Pie. I need me some pie. To SHUT MY BIG MOUTH!

 Big Adonis stretched his arms out along the wall, his head tilted back against the tile. He closed his eyes. Elias figured their conversation was over and felt an uncomfortable need to explain his lunacy.

What do I say? I blame my parents? My stressful job? My ex? Say something, foo'! Like what? I've been on a diet and weight isn't the only thing I lost? I seem to have misplaced the art of conversation. You seen it around someplace?

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and the silence stretched across the entire U.S. continent. Way to go, slick. You just put the guy to sleep.

He'd started wading toward the shallow end of the pool when the man in the hat said, "It's not really my first time. I come every year."

"Oh."

The response surprised him. Why had Big Adonis said it was his first time? Was it a joke? Hello, nurse, I've lost my sense of humor as well as a ton of weight!

The guy stayed where he was, a sex god in repose, and Elias prayed for a flash of verbal brilliance. Or, at the very least, some divine intervention from the gods and goddesses of geeks everywhere.

Elias took a deep breath. "I bet you look awesome in leather."

Holy shit! What the fuck kind of thing was that to say? Maybe if I tiptoe away quietly, I won't embarrass myself anymore than I have…  

I threw everything I knew about Samuel from his tweets into The Oasis, including his infamous love of maple bacon donuts. Privately, he also loves cheesecake. I have no idea where he puts these things because the man doesn't have an ounce of body fat. I also threw in some hot threesomes and for the sequel, he will come back for an anniversary bout of fun with Elias and Josh. Here is a sample of Samuel and Elias's first hot encounter with donuts and sex:

Samuel thrust Elias's legs open wider, pushing at his thighs until he'd pinned them to Elias's chest. Samuel plunged right into Elias's ass with his tongue, his lips roaming his perineum, tugging at Elias's ball sac and back up to his cock. He brought Elias to a drowsy point of no return, then stopped.

Elias, whose body half lolled back over the counter, lifted his head and watched through one half-open eye as Samuel moved away and foraged for rubbers in his suitcase.

He stood, his cock unyielding, demanding release. Elias reached out to it. "I have to suck it."

"You're very oral," Samuel said, and kissed him. "Donuts, cock…"

"I haven't sucked a cock in months. Yours is just…spectacular." Fever flushed Elias's face. His thoughts dizzied him.

Samuel gaped. "Months? Really?" He frowned. "Are you sick or something?"

"No, bad break up. Lions, tigers and bears. You don't wanna know. Frankly, I don't want to know."

Samuel gave him a quizzical look. He picked up Elias again, carrying him over to his massive king-size bed. With one foot he shoved the bedspread down and then dropped Elias to the cool sheets. He straddled Elias, their hard cocks colliding. He spat on Elias's chest and nipples and began to lick and suck them. He tongued his way down Elias's torso to his treasure trail, came back, pinning Elias's hands above his head against the mattress and spat on his armpits. The sensation inflamed Elias's escalation into maple-porn frenzy.

I had a lot of fun writing The Oasis. Samuel and I would like to make a copy available free to one of his fans. So please leave comment and the winner – chosen at random – will get a free PDF copy of The Oasis. Here, meanwhile is the book link at Silver Publishing:

http://silverpublishing.info/product_book_info/new-release-c-1/the-oasis-p-136

Aloha oe,

A.J.

 

Fawnskin 2: Frenzied OUT NOW!

 

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Fawnskin, Book 2: Frenzied

by A. J. Llewellyn & D. J. Manly

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-030-6 (Electronic)

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-987-3 (Paperback)

In this exciting sequel to Fawnskin, many mysteries are solved, mysteries which sprang from a young drifter's job at the Lakeside Funeral Home.

Ever since Knox fell asleep and released Harold Herxhiemer's spirit, the town of Fawnskin has never been the same, and probably never will again.

As Knox's and Rallus' relationship blossoms, a dark cloud begins to move into Fawnskin, a cloud from Knox's past that threatens to rip him away from the man he so passionately loves. And those who were presumed silenced forever continue to walk, descending on Fawnskin and seeking their revenge.

What will happen to the citizens of this fair town? Will Rallus and Knox find the answers they seek, or will unseen forces hold the town in its grip and destroy everyone and everything in its wake?

NOTE: Don't miss the final Fawnskin book, coming 2011 from Amber Allure!

Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Psychic Phenomena / Suspense / Thriller / BDSM / Series

Heat Level: 3

Advisory: This book contains hardcore bondage and punishment, torture, and nonconsensual sex. May not be suitable for the more sensitive reader.

Length: Novel (40k words / TBD paperback pages)

First Foot: Phantom Lover Book 15

I have a brand new release today at www.extasybooks.com! First Foot: Book 15 in the Phantom Lover series is available now! I wrote this as a thank you to all my wonderful readers who made this a best-selling series. I love you all!

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It's Christmas time in Scotland. Bagpipes! Yule bread! Hot men in kilts…and one paranormal Hawaiian family…Christmas may never be the same again!

Kimo and Lopaka have taken their whole family to Scotland for an old-fashioned Christmas in a magnificent castle in the snowy Cairngorm Mountains. Their host, the Earl of Glennich is a fanatic for Christmas and follows all the ancient traditions once banned in Scotland for four hundred years, until 1958.

The daffy earl is obsessed with good luck and fears bad luck around every corner of his haunted castle. Will everything go right when he asks Kimo to First Foot on Christmas Day? Tradition holds that the first person to cross the threshold must be a dark-haired man. A fair-haired man or a woman, are considered bad luck. Kimo and Lopaka think things will go just fine. They're having fun sneaking off for furtive love-making and finding secret places to kiss. For Kimo, this family Christmas is a dream come true after many years of loneliness. Nothing but good luck could be on their Christmas horizon…or is it?

This is Book 15 in the best-selling "Phantom Lover" series.

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Guest Blogging! Stop By and Win

I'm guest blogging at Book Wenches today about my new release, Relentless Passion and the sad, tawdry, comical inspiration behind it.

Please – Stop By and comment for a chance to win a bottle of Limoncello – this features heavily in the book!

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Aloha oe,

A.J.

Things we do for Love

By A.J. Llewellyn
I've blogged before about some of the crazy part-time jobs I've taken to supplement my addiction to writing, but my recent return to plant watering for my friend Jen is about as crazy as it gets. I've never worked so hard for such little money ($8 an hour) but there is something to be said for lifting hefty buckets of water and tending gardens.
I get story ideas seeing how the other half live and some places I've seen wind up being in my books. So, it's all good.
My favorite account is the wonderful French woman who owns her own winery and has a house filled with valuable plants. All are exotic and difficult to tender, requiring special care. What I find especially intriguing is that each flower inside and out is the color of red wine, to match her business.
But I digress
The accounts I covered yesterday were in Pacific Palisades, an upscale neighborhood overlooking the ocean here in LA. Jen emailed me the addresses, expected arrival times and the list of plants to be watered. I had five accounts and she told me it should all take about five hours – for which I earned $50 (the extra was for gas).
I woke up early, handled my writing business, made a sandwich, walked the dog and raced off to my first account, a real estate office in a tower on Sunset Boulevard. I found free parking – yay! – and arrived early – Yay! Yay! – Jen said this client is a stickler for punctuality.
At this point, lugging my huge duffel bag with two watering cans, gardening sheers, scissors, rubbing alcohol (for one account's plant bug problem), garbage bags, fertilizer, and my cup of java, I tackled the first account with enthusiasm and a smile on my face.
I greeted the front office assistant who looked surprised. I felt a ripple of pleasure soar through me. Obviously, whoever last handled the account had arrived late.
I found the kitchen, filled my buckets and swaggered down the hall with as much authority as a guy carrying water can muster. I started watering, trimmed a few yellow leaves, telling myself that writers must do what they have to…for the things they love. Like writing. And eating. And feeding my animals. And going to the movies. And eating. And buying Peet's Coffee.
I wrote in my head, which being a writer, I'm wont to do.
From office to office I ran like a gazelle, watering, snipping…plotting a future with Jen, perhaps, opening a plant watering business in Studio City. Yeah, me, the mini mogul!
The office assistant looked in on me at one point and said, "What are you doing here?"
I glanced at him. The plant was a cactus, but they need love too and the soil seemed so dry.
I finished giving it a nice burst of water and pounced on the next office.
Again he followed me.

"What are you doing here?"
"Watering the plants." I indicated the two wilting lilies on the sill that bore deflated balloons from some celebration, apparently a hundred years ago. I wondered if the occupant had been fired, since a layer of fine dust covered everything.
"You don't want me to water these?" I asked, ready to do battle for thirsty, dying plants. Cruelty is cruelty.
"You've got the wrong office," he said.
"Oh, right. I figured this one was no longer in use."
"No. I mean the WHOLE office. You got the wrong place. You want the real estate office across the hall."
Oh, shit!
I packed up my bag, shuffled out the door and ran across the hallway.
"You're late," the office assistant snarled.
Yep, the story of my life.
Aloha oe,
A.J.

Vagabond Heart

 

By A.J. Llewellyn

I know I'm a prolific author but Vagabond Heart, my latest release for Total-e-Bound, has been waiting in the wings to come out this week and really is one of my favorite books – it has been a passion project since I got the idea. It's also quite a departure for me.

This story, of a gay make prostitute working in Honolulu during WWII came to me after I saw a riveting documentary on TV: Sex in World War II: The Pacific Front, in which the lives of 200 women who lived and worked as prostitutes in Hotel Street, Honolulu, servicing US servicemen were depicted.

I'm an insomniac (just by the by) and caught this program at 3am one cold winter day. I kept calling my own voicemail, leaving myself messages since I was too tired to get up and grab a pen and paper and had no DVR at the time.

The details of these women's lives staggered me. I could not BELIEVE that each one serviced at a minimum of 100 men a day, each, and that each man was given three minutes of time for three bucks. They were called Three Minute Men.

Apart from being working girls, these women virtually lived like nuns. They weren't allowed to go out to bars, restaurants, Waikiki beach, couldn't ride a bicycle (!!) or a street car. They couldn't ride in – or own a car. They weren't allowed to own a bank account OR send their money back home to the mainland.

Phew.

And the US military put them to take care of the men…but nobody really took care of them. Some women lasted only a few months. Rule-breakers or those crushed by the business, were shipped right back to the mainland and fresh workers would be shipped to the islands.

Of course, as I watched all this, my mind flew to the possibilities of…what if a man serviced the gay servicemen streaming in and out of Honolulu?

Every person I started talking to about the idea was haunted by these 200 women. Of course, I did a lot of research and the book took on a life of its own. In all my research I learned that there was a man dressed as a woman servicing some men – a WWII transvestite! – but I remain convinced somebody was secretly servicing men.

My character, Tinder McCartney, gripped my heart and wouldn't let go. I'm thrilled my editor at Total eBound loved the character and the book and Vagabond Heart is the first in a three-book series called Pearl Harbor.

A month ago, I returned to Honolulu and spent time on Hotel Street to complete my research. Some of the hotels still exist, but most don't. I was shocked how run down it was and it saddened me. I had my map of the Chinatown neighborhood from way back then with the hotels all listed. Almost all are gone. I also have photos and could visualize exactly where all those sailors lined up to "climb the stairs" to visit their favorite girls as they drank imitation gin, nursed fresh tattoos from the numerous parlors on Hotel Street.

Ironically, a few tattoo parlors remain.

Some people in Honolulu are ashamed of this particular piece of history and I think this is why Hotel Street is a shocking dump today. I don't see this chapter of US military life as shameful. I think it needs to be told.

These 200 women were the first sexual experience most of these young soldiers had. From the oral histories of two of the men who went to them, I've learned that the women were often maternal and caring and when they could, talked to the boys…some of whom died in battle soon after.

When Pearl Harbor was bombed, these ladies of Hotel Street gave up their beds to injured men and worked side by side with the nurses in the hospitals, tending the sick.

I think they were quite heroic.

I read "Honolulu Harlot", the autobiography of Jean O'Hara Hotel Street's most famous sex worker and I must admit I adore her. She once got beaten up by the local cops who kicked her teeth in. She defied all the rules and bought a car and wound up in the poky.

And yet, she cared about the men and provided a service.

I've interviewed so many people who were in the islands then and wish I could have talked to her but her book tells quite a tale.

Jean O'Hara disappeared a couple of years after Pearl Harbor was attacked. I wonder where she is and hope she's happy, rich and loved. I also wonder how she survived the damage down to her own…Vagabond Heart.

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Aloha oe,

A.J.

Vagabond Heart

NOW AVAILABLE!

Book one in the Pearl Harbour Series

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Gay prostitute Tinder McCartney thought he had it made in WWII Honolulu…until true love and an attack on Pearl Harbor turned his life upside down.

Tinder McCartney is the only gay male prostitute working in Honolulu, HI during World War II. Like the 200 female prostitutes who live and work on Hotel Street, he services the armed forces drifting in and out of the islands. His life and work are controlled by the local police, yet because the cops don't think that there can be that many 'depraved' men wanting the comfort of another man, Tinder is not only busy, but often in danger.

Living by very strict rules enforced by the police, Tinder cannot own or drive a car or bicycle, can't ride street cars or be seen in the company of other men. He can't visit bars or restaurants or swim at Waikiki Beach. Savagely attacked by two men one night, he is rescued by a local businessman, Jason Qui, the son of a Chinese immigrant and a former New England missionary.

Jason is not Tinder's usual type. But Jason offers to protect and house him. It seems like the ideal business arrangement until Tinder's Vagabond Heart can no longer handle the arrangement… and then on December 7, 1941, Pearl Harbour is attacked, turning the entire world upside down.

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Fin de Siècle

 

Fin de Siècle

Honeybone 4: The Last Crime

 By A.J. Llewellyn

Purchase Link: http://tinyurl.com/2elda89

 US Marshal Dean Honeybone's found the man of his dreams…will his new life be undone by the man who gives him nightmares?

Special Bonus with Purchase: BUY Fin de Siècle and receive a special, free Triple X-rated short story Je T'Aime, a Dean and Jean-Luce lusty bite…email AJ at ajllwllyn@aol.com and let me know you bought the book for your BONUS story!

Synopsis:

In this final chapter of the Honeybone series, Dean Honeybone thinks he's done with his career as a US Marshal…except that even his best laid plans go astray. Moving to Paris with his lover, Jean-Luc, who has accepted a job in a Michelin-starred restaurant as its new chef, Honeybone thinks he's headed for a quiet life. He enrolls their adopted daughter, Kaia, into a prestigious elementary school and ponders his next move when Jean-Luc's former lover, Vincent, is accused of art theft.

It's a major case spanning three continents and a venerated California museum whose curator now stands trial on art theft charges in Paris. Jean-Luc asks Honeybone to step in and discover who might have set up Vincent. Not that Honeybone wants to do this. Vincent is clearly still in love with Jean-Luc…however, Honeybone realizes there's a lot at stake. In French, Fin de Siècle means the end of something momentous…in the art world, it means something else. Will Honeybone and Jean-Luc find peace and happiness in the city of love or will Honeybone's nightmares of his longtime nemesis, Richard Stance, prove to be more than just bad dreams?

Hot eXcerpt:

Having never spent much time in Paris, I had no idea how long the walk was to the Eiffel Tower but it had become our obsession to climb it and kiss each other at the top. Other people bared their breasts and mooned the tourists and did other dumb stuff, but plenty of lovers, just like us, kissed under the lights shining down on the city.

"Baby, I'd love a glass of wine," Jean-Luc said. The streets were packed and it buoyed us. It was like Mardi Gras in the middle of the night. We found a small wine bar and it was slammed.

"One glass. I want to share it with you," Jean-Luc said against my mouth. "What would you like?"

"You choose."

His French was perfect and I never got tired of hearing him talk. I stayed close to him, our hard cocks gently rubbing against one another as he caught the bartender's attention.

"They have anisette," Jean-Luc said to me. I nodded and her ordered two, shouting over the heads of other people clustered around the bar. I wanted to pay but my hands were a little busy in my lover's unzipped fly. I'd never done anything so outrageous in public and Jean-Luc's raised brow showed me that he was surprised. Another part of him, one of my favorite parts, showed me it liked the whole idea.

"Fuck," he said. "We're parents. We can't do this."

"Sure we can. There's gotta be a restroom, right?"

He stared at me a moment. "Dean, you always manage to thrill me."

We pushed our way through the throng, Jean-Luc's arms holding up our drinks, my hands busy on his body. We worked our way to the dark, red-tinted corridor. A lot of people seemed to have the same idea. We found a dark spot and I pushed him against  the wall, dropping to my haunches to take his hard shaft into my mouth. He sipped the aperitif in his hand. His other hand nudged me. I moved my mouth and he poured a little of the drink onto his cock. I went berserk. People brushed against us, but I didn't care. I had to slurp up the licorice-tasting liqueur before it burned my baby's tender skin. He moaned, but I could tell it felt good. I worked him with my lips and tongue, loving the taste of Jean-Luc competing with the spirit. I inhaled, the strong scent of the aperitif giving me an extra high. I felt him starting to come in my mouth and I sucked him all the way in, my nose buried in his beautiful crotch when he came.

"Oh, Dean." He slumped against the wall. I finally released him and straightened. I kissed him.

"You like the taste of you and the anisette on my tongue?" I asked when he finally stopped sucking it.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's go home. I want to fuck you."

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