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June 23, 2013
New Releases: Monday June 24, 2013
All authors face the same daunting task – how to get their book noticed. In an effort to help some of my fellow authors, every Monday I’m going to post some of the numerous new books that have been released. For the most part these will be M/M Fiction with a heavy bias on Romance. That will probably evolve over time, but for now that’s were it is.
I’ve not read everything that is listed, though I’ve probably read or will read many. Which means inclusion on the list isn’t an endorsement or suggestion. You should read the blurbs provided to see if you’re interested. I’ll post reviews to books I recommend under the ‘Books I Reviewed’ tab. This is just a partial list of what’s new for visitors of my site to check out. That said if you end up reading something listed here and want to comment – please do. I reserve the right, however, to delete nasty or personal comments.
If you’re an author and want to include a new release, email me your blurb, cover image, buy links and any personal links you want included. No excerpts, interviews, giveaways etc. Those are welcome, but can be discussed separately.
Only had a few requests this week, so if anyone wants to be included for next week, email and let me know.
A Knight To Remember: Anne Barwell
Blurb:
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“The last of your line will be in the embrace of a dragon.”
Aric, Crown Prince of Astria, has been brought up to believe that all dragons are evil. But when he speaks with one, he finds himself questioning those beliefs. The dragon tells him to find a sword in Sherwin Forest to save not only his kingdom but also his sister, Georgia, who must otherwise wed the prince of a neighboring kingdom.
At the start of his quest, Aric dons a disguise and meets Denys, an archer and herbalist who lives alone at the edge of the forest. Denys agrees to guide Aric into the forest, but then Georgia appears, revealing Aric’s true identity.
However Aric learns he is not the only one keeping secrets. Denys has a few of his own that could change both of their lives forever.
Available June 28, 2013, Per-Order link: A Knight To Remember
About the Author:
Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning.
In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra.
She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth.
Find Her:
http://anne-barwell.livejournal.com/
http://annebarwell.wordpress.com/
http://coffeeunicorns.wordpress.com/
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_426
Making It Personal: K.C. Wells
Blurb:
Blake Davis is in the closet. And he’s going to stay that way. Because if his father finds out he’s gay, Blake could lose everything he’s worked so hard to achieve during the last six years as CEO of Trinity Publishing, the fastest rising star in the publishing firmament. Not that coming out wouldn’t solve a couple of problems. Maybe then his father would stop trying to set him up with yet another empty-headed, social-climbing girlfriend. And better still, Blake could stop using that escort agency when he wants a night of hot sex with a cute guy…
Will Parkinson has had a tough life so far, but he’s back on his feet. Okay, so he’s working as an escort – with ‘benefits’– to pay off his student loans, but that does have its advantages, such as the really hot guy who hired him. Yeah, Blake rocked his world last night – several times. So imagine how Will feels when he arrives to be interviewed for his dream job as PA in a publishing company, and the guy who’s hiring is….. Blake.
And then things get really complicated….
Links:
June 21, 2013
Release Day! Purpose is Available today.
Some things in connection with the release.
First, you can buy the book on Dreamspinner Press, ARe, B & N and Amazon.
Second, I posted the first of three Pre-quels yesterday on my site - Goodbye. There are two more coming out Monday on Rick R. Reeds Blog and the last on Joyful Jay’s Site. Check them out either before or after you read the book. They give a sense of some of the book – mostly Will’s background. They don’t touch on Ryan’s so maybe those are shorts I can do later on.
Next, I’m doing Release Day guest posts at the Purple Rose Tea House talking about Happy Ever After/Happy for Now vs. Bittersweet endings. Stop by and comment for a chance to win a $25.00 Dreamspinner Press Gift card as part of the post release book tour.
And I’m doing an interview on Slashessed. Stop by and learn a bit more.
Last, for those who haven’t seen the trailer, here it is again.
-AQG
June 20, 2013
Purpose: Prequel Short Story
Even though David never appears in the book – he died forty years before the book begins – he is an essential part of the book. David was Will’s first love who was killed right about the time the Purpose chose Will as Its host.
Losing the man he loves shapes Will – as it would any of us I suppose – but not as much as being host to a spirit of vengeance. In Goodbye, I show a bit of the back-story of Will’s feelings for David. It takes place on the one-year anniversary of David’s death.
The other purpose, if you will, is to show the beginning of the ‘death’ of Will. Turning into the hand of vengeance, one that is required to kill the guilty was at odds with Will’s personality. After the desire for revenge against David’s killers wore off, Will had to confront who…what…he’d become. We learn in the book [and since it's in the blurb I'm not giving away anything] that Will hides behind a made up persona to shield himself from what he’s doing. Purpose is about many things, but one of them is Will trying to reclaim his humanity and in the process, his life.
I hope these snippets of Will’s past help flesh out a bit more the story without giving away too much or being too disjointed. I meant these to stand-alone to a degree, you do need to read the blurb to have any context I suppose, but they certainly go better if you’ve read the book.
Goodbye:
Tears dripped off Will’s chin, he didn’t even try to stop them. One year, one long, lonely miserable year and all he had left were the tears. David, his David, the one with the beautiful eyes and ever-present smile, lay beneath his feet, resting forever.
Will ignored the damp, wet dirt soaking the knees of his jeans. What did it matter? There were days he wished he died that night, so they weren’t apart.
“I know it’s been a year, David, but it still hurts, hurts so bad I scream some nights. If you wonder why I don’t come more often, I can’t. My heart hurts so much I want to tear it out just to stop the pain.”
Squeezing his eyes tight didn’t stop the tears; nothing would. Unbidden, memories of David flashed into focus. Another thing he couldn’t stop. Not now, not here, not today. They consumed him.
“Something happened to me after you died, something I don’t understand. You would’ve figured it out. Fixing screwed-up heads was your field, not mine.”
That used to be their private joke. Once it made him laugh, now he only cried harder. “I heard when you called to me, asking for justice, and I felt you when you finally were at peace. Pretty screwed up, isn’t it?”
There was more, a lot more, but it wasn’t why he came today. Digging into his coat pocket, he pulled out the gold ring. He turned it over examining it from all angles. It was his last link to David, but keeping it was worse.
“There’s so much I want to say, things I wanted us to do together that we can’t. I hate, David, hate like I never did before. I hate that you’re gone, hate those who did this to you, hate this fucking ring, and hate myself for buying it for you.”
Giving David the ring for Christmas was supposed to be a sign they’d be together forever. Not a wedding band, gays would never be allowed to marry, but it was something Will knew David would like; and he did.
“Seeing your face light up when you saw this, how could I know it would hurt us both so much?” Suppressing the urge to throw the ring as far as he could, he put it on the head stone, staring at it for a time.
The small boxwood near his knee reminded him what he came to do. Pressing his fingers into the moist earth, he slowly pulled the dirt away, mounding it on either side. Satisfied it was deep enough, he retrieved the ring.
Even in his dirt-covered hands, it sparkled. So like David. Reading the inscription, ‘Always’ he shook his head. He meant it to mean they’d always be together, not they’d always be apart. As much as he hated it, now that it was time to leave the ring, he wondered if he should.
“David, I know you’d want me to have this, but I’m not the Will you fell in love with anymore. There’s this thing in me that makes me find people’s killers and I do it. I can’t help it. It’s how I found your killers.”
Even now It called to him, demanding he do what it wanted. Soon he’d go, but nothing would make him miss today. Finding a clean part of the back of his hand, he wiped away the tears. His head jerked slightly, and he found it hard to swallow. Keep going. Tell him.
“Anyway, I can’t keep this anymore. It feels wrong, because I know you’d never approve of what I’ve become.”
Breathing became difficult between the sobs. He killed David and ruined his own life in the process. Twice he tried to stop crying, but each time he saw David’s name engraved on the headstone, he broke down again. Ignoring the dirt, he tried to clear his eyes.
“I just want you back.” His words came out a scream, disturbing the crowd of after-church visitors. Like everything else, today he didn’t care.
Numb, he turned his hand over and released the ring. It rolled to the bottom of the hole, and seemed to wink at him as a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. The next instant the light was gone. He waited, staring at the ring, hoping David might speak through it again, but knew it wouldn’t happen. That glittering moment had been David saying, hello and goodbye; his final goodbye.
It took several deep breaths to steady him. He ran his hand along the root ball, helping the roots break free. David always talked about having a house with a boxwood garden. Now he’d have one watching over him.
Tamping the dirt firm around the plant, he sat back staring at the small boxwood and the marker. Maybe one of them would find peace now.
The pull to act tugged like an insistent child. Clenching his teeth and grinding them, he growled, “Not yet!”
People stared. Couldn’t they leave him alone? Maybe grieve for their own lost loved ones?
Running his hand over the smooth white marble, he flicked at the dirt he’d smudged over it. Why bother? No one came to see it but him. David’s family wouldn’t even buy a headstone to mark where their only son rested.
“I didn’t leave them out, David. They didn’t deserve it, but I listed them.”
The stone was so cold, but he traced every line over and over. When he felt the first drop of rain, he dropped his hand to his side. A wave of umbrellas preceded the exodus of ‘mourners’ until only he was left. A daft fool, sitting in the rain beside the boy who wasn’t coming back.
The rain hardened when he stood up. His tears mixed with the drops, leaving rivulets running down his face. Bending slowly, he kissed the top of the stone. “I love you, David.”
The pull intensified, and he checked his watch. Over a day since he first felt it. Too bad. David wouldn’t have understood if he missed today.
Soaked, he adjusted the shirt plastered to his body and pushed his hair back. Time to go. Maybe this time he’d die. The plot next to David was bought and ready for his use. Soon. He couldn’t take much more of this.
Will turned for a last look.
David Anthony Bruno
April 7, 1945 – September 12, 1970
Son, Brother, Best Friend
We’ll miss you forever.
“Goodbye.”
The Second Prequel will be released June 24, 2013 on Rick R. Reeds Blog: http://www.rickrreed.com
The Last Prequel will be released on June 25th on Joyful Jay’s site: http://joyfullyjay.com
Blurb:
Forty years ago the Spirit of Vengeance—a Purpose—took William Morgan as its host, demanding he avenge the innocent by killing the guilty. Since
then, Will has retreated behind Gar, a façade he uses to avoid dealing with what he’s become. Cold, impassive, and devoid of emotion, Gar goes about his life alone—until his tidy, orderly world is upended when he meets Ryan, a broken young man cast out by his family. Spurred to action for reasons he can’t understand, Gar saves Ryan from death and finds himself confronted by his humanity.
Spending time with Ryan helps Will claw out from under Gar’s shadow. He recognizes Ryan is the key to his reclaiming his humanity and facing his past. As Will struggles to control the Purpose, Ryan challenges him to rethink everything he knew about himself and the spirit that possesses him. In the process, he pushes Will to do something he hasn’t done in decades: care.
Pre-order link: Purpose from Dreamspinner Press
June 19, 2013
Guest Author: J.P. Barnaby
Today’s Thursday author feature is going in a bit of a different direction. J.P. Barnaby is my guest today and she’s decided to let her work do the talking. Instead of an interview or guest post, she’s written a short story for the blog. J.P. is an award winning author who, among other virtues, works to help homeless and in need LGBT teens. But be warned, her work is much hotter and steamier than anything I’ve ever thought about writing. If detailed sex offends you, take a pass on this weeks guest post. Otherwise, sit back and be entertained.
A Source of Inspiration By J. P. Barnaby
Part One: The Idol
Excitement pulsed in my veins as I watched the clock on the register and waited for him to arrive. Trading shifts with Justin, the little prick, had cost me three Saturdays off, but to see Benjamin Foster signing books at my bookstore on my shift was worth any price – even missing my freshman composition class, which had already started. As a staff member, I would be able to assist my favorite author with what he needed in order to do the signing…whatever he needed. Mr. Foster’s assistant had scheduled the event for 2:00, just twenty more minutes, which meant that the man himself should be arriving at any time.
My cock swelled a bit in anticipation.
To say that Benjamin Foster was attractive seemed to be like comparing Kool-Aid to fine wine, or maybe a VW Beetle to a BMW. The analogy was wholly inadequate. Bronze-colored curls interspersed with gray locks that were just long enough to catch the light in his picture on the book jacket for Hard Vengeance. Deep, sexy, cobalt eyes offered a bedroom gaze from behind alluring glasses. But, his lips generally drew far too much of my attention. My attraction for him didn’t rest solely on his looks, , but also encompassed the sensual, erotic way in which he wrote his characters. The sex steamed the pages, but the depth of the characters made each moment hotter. I found myself rereading passages from dog-eared paperbacks before turning out the lights and fisting my cock beneath the sheets.
Stacking the books he would sign, I hid behind them for a long moment while I tried to will my erection away. I couldn’t face the Benjamin Foster with wood. As the bell on the front door rang, I considered going back to the employee lounge to get some ice from the freezer. When I walked around the table to head in that direction, I slammed into a hard body. The apology flew out of my mouth on the wind knocked from me by the impact. Grabbing ahold of the man I’d just sent hurtling toward the floor, I was able to keep us both upright.
Those fathomless blue eyes stared back at me as I looked into the man’s face.
“Mr. Foster, I am so sorry,” Rod, my manager, said as he succeeded in knocking me to the floor so that I sprawled at Benjamin Foster’s feet. My face burned as I rolled onto my back, off the knee that had slammed into the hardwood floor. To my surprise, Mr. Foster brushed Rod off with a wave of his hand before holding it out to me. It was his writing hand. I nearly creamed my shorts.
“Th…thank you, Mr. Foster,” I murmured once I stood upright. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed to take the author a long time to let go of my hand. Instead of releasing it, he pumped it up and down slowly.
“I’m Ben Foster, and you are?” he asked with a smile that warmed me from the inside out. The fine lines around his eyes crinkled a little, but rather than giving the impression of age, they made me think more of maturity. It may have been a gimmick because of his celebrity, but it honestly seemed like he was interested in the answer to that question.
“Mitch… Mitch Kirby,” I responded with a shy smile of my own. It took a minute for me to realize that I hadn’t let go of his hand. But then, he hadn’t let go of mine either. As Rod cleared his throat, I pulled my hand back and saw my reluctance to break our contact mirrored on Ben’s face.
“Mr. Foster, is there anything I can do to help you set up for your signing?” I asked, silently praying to whatever god I could find that he had something that needed my personal attention.
“There is, actually, Mitch. If you could sit here with me and open the books to the title page for me, I’d appreciate that,” he said with a glance over at Rod, who scowled. If I sat in on the signing, he would have to run the register.
“Rod, is that alright?” I asked out of courtesy, but really, Ben had sealed it with his request. No way would Rod deny an author anything if he could help it, especially one as big as Ben Foster.
“Yeah, I’ll take the counter,” he answered, and I felt some smug satisfaction that his voice sounded petulant. Most days Rod and I got along fine, but my right then I couldn’t be too cordial because body ached from its quick and somewhat violent contact with the floor.
“Oh my God! It’s Benjamin Foster.” The not-so-subtle whisper came from a small contingent of women who had formed a line as we stood talking. They maintained a respectful distance from the signing table, but watched us closely. The woman in front, a busty brunette, wore a T-shirt with a Twitter username, probably hoping that the author would recognize her. Only, he wasn’t looking at them.
He was looking at me.
When our eyes met, he smiled as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. My cock stirred again at his look of mischief. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt to me like those intensely blue eyes made everything else in the room disappear. I could focus only on him.
“The natives are getting restless,” he commented with a wink. “I think we should probably get started. Come and sit here on my left. Just open the books to the title page and hold them flat so I can sign.” I sat next to him at the table, but glanced over my shoulder at the employee lounge because I wanted to go and grab the paperback sitting in my locker. He saw me looking and furrowed his brow.
“I have a book in my locker, I…well, I kind of wanted you to sign. I love your books,” I said in a rush and felt the blood rush once again to my face. The room seemed to have warmed considerably in the last few seconds.
I nearly choked when his hand slid up my thigh just inches from my crotch as he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Once we get through this afternoon and the fans have left, I’ll sign whatever your heart desires.” The subtle need in his voice brought my cock to full attention, and the sudden arousal made me a little light-headed. I didn’t have time to respond, because at that moment, he called over the first fan to sign her book.
For the next three hours, I sat next to one of the sexiest men I’d ever met. His leg brushed mine frequently as he shifted on his chair, which kept me at least half-hard for most of the afternoon. My balls ached by the time he finished writing his name in the last book with a flourish. Sweet-talking the woman as she giggled, he handed her the book and watched as she went back to join her friends, who waited near the Science Fiction section.
“Would you mind if I went to get my copy of Hard Vengeance?” I asked as I turned slightly in my seat to look at Benjamin. He faced me in his chair and once again rested his hand on my thigh. The heat from his palm burned right through my work pants, and I took a shaky breath.
“Of course, I’d love to sign your book. I was wondering if I could sign it in my suite, maybe over dinner,” he murmured, and my dick went from interested to needy. “What time do you get off?” At the words “get off,” it went from needy to throbbing. As he glanced around the almost empty bookstore, he slid his hand off my thigh and grazed my erection with the back of his hand.
I whimpered.
“It seems as though your cock kind of likes that idea,” he observed in a whisper. I loved the way his breath felt on my neck as he said it. Tiny little hairs stood on end, and I shivered even as I nodded.
“My shift ends at five,” I told him quietly, not having any idea of the time. He looked down at his watch and grinned.
“So, about ten minutes ago then,” he said, and I thanked sweet baby Jesus. “I’m going to get my car out of the lot, and I’ll pick you up out front.”
I simply nodded again, dumbstruck. The whole situation was just fucking surreal. Benjamin Foster, the Benjamin Foster, whose books I spent more time jacking off to than any online porn, wanted to take me to his hotel room. I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up that chance.
“I’ll be ready,” I assured him as I pulled my company-issued polo shirt out of my pants to cover the bulge in them. At eighteen, just about everything got me hard. Normally I could calm myself down, but not then. No way would I be able to calm down with the idea of being fucked by Benjamin Foster first and foremost in my mind.
My cock throbbed again.
He winked at me as he went up to thank Rod for allowing him to hold his signing and to exchange all the normal pleasantries. I practically ran to the employee break room. My Sketchers squeaked as I came to a stop in front of my locker. The lock didn’t open on the first try, but I took it slower the second time and finally it popped open. I’d have skipped grabbing my jacket if that’s all I needed, but I also wanted my book. After I’d picked it up the day it came out, I had read it a dozen times, and the worn binding made that pretty obvious.
I waved at Rod and Pete, who had come in for the evening shift. They waved back, and I practically skipped out into the autumn sunshine. A blue Camry sat waiting at the curb. I peeked in to make sure Benjamin sat behind the wheel and then climbed in. He looked around quickly before putting a hand on my cheek. Tilting my face toward him, his lips claimed mine in a slow, probing kiss. I felt him moan into my mouth and nearly came in my pants.
“God,” he whispered as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. “You are absolutely gorgeous.” I left my forehead pressed against his and just sat in the seat feeling stunned. No one had ever called me that before. I took the initiative, buried my fingers in his short curls, and kissed him back. As I kissed him, I slid my hand down into his lap and rubbed the front of his black pants. I hid my smirk as he groaned and broke the kiss.
“You’re sure?” he asked between heavy breaths.
“I want you to take me back to your suite and fuck me,” I whispered so that there would be no question as to why I’d gone with him.
“Buckle up,” he said and shoved the car into gear. The tires squealed a bit as he pulled out into traffic, and I laughed. It felt so good to be wanted like that. None of the guys my age really paid much attention to me, and Benjamin was sophisticated and sexy and beautiful.
Part Two: Warming Up
The drive to the hotel didn’t last long at all, and after barely ten minutes, we stood outside his door. Fishing in his pocket for a key, he never let go of my hand as he unlocked the door. When he pushed it open and I saw the bed beyond, I started to feel a little nervous. I’d had sex only a handful of times, and this man wrote sex for a living. His characters had done things I’d never even thought of. I didn’t want to be “just some kid” with him.
When I looked up, I noticed that he was watching my face.
“Have you changed your mind?” Benjamin asked gently. My heart raced because I knew I’d have to confess. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t into him or that I didn’t want him.
“No, I’m just…I’m not very…uhm…experienced. I don’t want to disappoint you,” I whispered. My shoes suddenly became very interesting, and my face felt like the room temperature had jumped twenty degrees. I was surprised to feel Benjamin’s warm body press against mine—and even more surprised to feel his hard cock rub my hip.
“Does that feel like I’m disappointed?” he asked in a heated whisper, flexing his hips so that his hard cock slid over mine through the few layers of denim and cotton between us. “I just want to push you onto that bed and rock your whole fucking world.” His lips nudged against mine, and I opened to him even as he swallowed my hoarse whimper. He broke the kiss only to pull my polo shirt and the T-shirt underneath over my head before pushing me gently toward the bed. As we moved, he backed off, giving me time to change my mind. I didn’t.
The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I sat quickly, toeing out of my shoes. Without a bit of hesitation, I crab-walked backward up the bed and watched while Benjamin unbuttoned his elegant blue button-down. The way his eyes never left mine while he stripped made me ache. When only his black dress pants remained, he crawled onto the bed next to me and tenderly put a warm hand on my chest.
Rolling him onto his back, I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, and I felt his strong hands land on my ass. I moved down just a bit, rubbing my body against his as I kissed his chest. The hair there appeared to be neatly trimmed, and I wasted no time in pulling one of his soft nipples between my lips. I’d never done it, but I’d seen it done in a video once. Sucking lightly, I grinned to myself when he fisted the back of my hair in sheer pleasure. A deep groan resonated in his chest as the taut bud grew harder in my mouth. I nibbled softly and tried to figure out what turned him on.
“God, that feels…” he started, but I’d already moved down over his abdomen, and the feeling of my mouth so close to his cock seemed to distract him from finishing his thought. His hand moved from my hair to my shoulder when I slid his belt out of its buckle. The touch felt warm, almost intimate, and I craved it. Once the button and zipper were open on his pants, I brushed my lips over him through his thin briefs. As I exhaled across the soft material, I looked up into his face. His hand clenched almost painfully on my shoulder.
“Have you..?” Benjamin asked, his voice soft as silk. I nodded and started to pull down his briefs. He lifted his hips, and I decided just to finish undressing him just to see his body in the subtle lighting of the suite. We hadn’t turned any of the lamps on, but the afternoon sun filtering in through the almost transparent curtains illuminated his beautiful body. Pulling his pants and briefs down caused his erection to spring from its confines and smack against his abdomen. A small pearl of wetness remained on his skin, so I snatched it up with my tongue, much to his delight.
Then, I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d done this before. Unfortunately, I’d done it only twice. Trying to get a feel for things, so to speak, I ran my tongue over the soft spongy head and felt his body shiver. Gaining more confidence, I did it again, and his hips lifted off the bed as he drove his cock between my lips. I sucked hard and wrapped my hand around the base to keep it steady. I looked up and saw him watching me. His free hand stroked my hair back from my face, and I tried to go deeper.
Benjamin’s eyes closed then, and his head fell back onto the pillow, but I gagged because I’d gone down a little too far.
“Careful, baby, use your hand and just suck on the tip,” he instructed between low, ragged breaths. “God, you feel so good.” Spreading his legs wider, he took my hand and pulled it between his thighs. His balls were warm and soft in my fingers as I stroked them. Even that small bit of contact made Benjamin writhe on the bed. His needy sounds, the trembling in his hands as he held on to my shoulder, and the feeling of his strong, hard cock on my tongue all made me want to let go and come as I rubbed myself against the bed. I moaned around his dick and heard him gasp just before he pulled on my shoulder.
“Come up here. I want your cock in my mouth.” His voice shook, and I couldn’t really argue with feeling his lips around my swollen dick, so I switched places with him quickly. Stretching out on the bed, I reached for the button on my pants so that I could take them off, but he brushed my hands away.
“I want to do that,” he murmured against my neck, leaving tiny kisses and tender bites along the column of my throat. He skimmed his lips along my cheek before his mouth covered mine again, and the resulting penetrating kiss made my balls ache with the need to come. The leisurely way in which he kissed me made me feel like maybe he wanted to take his time. He wanted to be more patient with me than I had been with him.
Benjamin leisurely rolled my nipples between his fingers so he could watch me thrust my hips up uselessly. He rubbed my cock through my pants though all I wanted was to feel him sucking me. Still partially dressed, all I could think about was being naked and spread beneath him.
His warm breath on my stomach made me throb as he began to unbutton my Dockers.
“Yeah, Benjamin, please…” I moaned and grabbed his forearm, not to stop him, but just to feel him. He pulled my zipper down, and I nearly stopped breathing when his mouth covered my dick through my boxers. I could feel his breath, warm and tantalizing. I could feel his teeth and his lips. They made me want to beg for it. I wanted to cry and whimper, like a bitch in heat, until my cock was thrusting in and out of his hot, skilled mouth.
Rather than pulling my pants off, as I wanted him to, Benjamin was content simply to stroke the insides of my thighs while he teased me through my boxers. Losing myself in the feeling, I rubbed my crotch up into his face, and he moaned, sending vibrations clear through to my spine. Opening my mouth to beg him to suck me, I snapped it closed when his fingers dug underneath the waistbands of my pants and boxers. I couldn’t jerk my ass off the bed fast enough as I tried to help him get my clothes off. He pulled them down my legs and then over my feet to free me. When I looked down at him, I noticed that he wasn’t looking at my face, but at my raging cock.
Before I could discern his expression, his mouth had closed around the head of my dick.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered as the suction, the friction, and the heat of his mouth overwhelmed me. The sheer pleasure of it took my fucking breath away. Then, he started to move. Benjamin’s head bobbed up and down over my groin, sucking me deeper into his throat each time his mouth came down. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t think—all I could do was feel. I spread my legs further, wantonly begging for more.
When he slid two fingers into his mouth next to my dick, I knew I was going to get more.
He pushed my knees up, and I grabbed them. As I held myself open for him, I felt incredibly vulnerable. One hand came up to rest on my stomach while he rubbed my entrance with the other. Benjamin stroked the skin just below my navel affectionately before penetrating me with his fingers. Breathing deep, I got past the initial burn and concentrated on that sweet fullness. My eyes closed and my back arched as I tried to get him to go deeper. God, I was so tight, I could almost feel the ridges of his fingerprints as he probed me.
My toes curled when he hit a spot inside me that made sparks fly up my spine.
“Oh my God,” I cried, and my eyes popped open. When I looked down and watched him suck me, our eyes met. Very slowly, I began to ride his fingers and push up into his mouth. His swollen lips took in every inch of my cock. When my balls started to tighten and that hot tingle spread between my legs, I pulled back slowly.
He didn’t protest, but simply flopped down onto the bed next to me and opened his arms. I snuggled into his embrace.
“You were gonna make me come. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” I whispered, and then his lips were on mine again, making it hard to think.
“Did you like how I touched you with my fingers?” he murmured into my hair.
“Oh God, yeah… I’ve never felt anything like that,” I confessed.
He chuckled and said, “That’s just one of the advantages of experience.”
I wanted to have more experiences, starting right then.
Part Three: Experience of a Lifetime
Reclining against the pillows, I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. Benjamin had me so damn close to coming, I had to calm down, or our night would be over almost before it began. He nipped at my ear before climbing off the bed. I lifted up onto my elbows to watch when he opened his suitcase and pulled something out. When he straightened again to return to the bed with condoms and lube, I got a full look at his nude body. Where he could have been fleshy or plump from such a sedentary career, Benjamin was lean and sinewy. The grace with which he moved belied sophistication. I felt truly blessed; it was me he had chosen to take to bed.
When he entered me with my legs resting almost casually on his shoulders, I felt truly alive.
Benjamin started slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch of my ass around his cock. A whimper escaped my pursed lips when he bottomed out and I felt hips press against my ass. His hot breath caressed my face, and I lifted my head from the pillow to kiss him, swallowing his deep moan when my legs wrapped around his waist.
I didn’t wrap my arms around his neck, though, so that I could reach between us and rub his hot little nipples. He responded by covering my mouth again with his and rolling his hips in a slow grind that took my breath away. Gently, Benjamin broke the kiss and leaned forward so that his lips were against my ear.
“God, Mitch…” Hearing him say my name, especially in that needy, desperate whisper, made my cock throb. I reached down and started to stroke myself lightly. Gone were my insecurity and my fear that I couldn’t please him. With his voice in my head, I knew that he loved it. At some point, he had ceased to be Benjamin Foster, best-selling author, and had become Benjamin, my lover. I don’t know when it happened, but the level playing ground made me more adventurous.
I pushed him back, and he slid from my body slowly with a curious glance. Winking at him, I moved over and whispered, “Lie on your back.” His grin radiated light and warmth all over my naked skin, and I returned it.
When he held his arms out to me from the center of the bed, I climbed carefully up to straddle his hips. Before I could lower myself onto his waiting erection, he pulled me forward. The kiss he gave me then could have scorched the sheets. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth while he held the back of my neck with one hand and stroked my balls with the other.
Once again, our encounter almost ended abruptly as I felt that sweet tingle start in my groin.
Pulling his hand away so that I didn’t come all over his furry, muscled abs, I reached back and guided him into me. I sank onto him, feeling him stretch and fill me. My eyes closed, and I concentrated on that sensation. When my ass pressed against his hips, his cock buried deep in me, I stopped for just a moment and opened my eyes. The look of wonder on Benjamin’s face made me smile. Desire filled his face—desire for me—and it thrilled me to my very soul.
Watching his eyes, I started to move. Undulating my hips, I felt his dick rub hard against my prostate, and I broke out in a hot sweat. God, every inch of me burned for him. Benjamin had his hands on my hips, nearly on my ass, but he caressed my skin gently. I reached down and continued stroking myself faster, his cock making my body beg.
“Fucking beautiful,” Benjamin growled. His eyes never left mine as I rode him, driving us headlong toward oblivious orgasm.
“Fuck… Oh… Oh my God,” I cried as the most intense feeling I’d ever had rocketed down my spine and out through my dick. Falling forward with a hand on his chest, I pumped hard as my muscles locked, and I squeezed his cock inside me. My come shot over his stomach in thick splotches of pearly white against his skin. I shuddered, my vision blurring for a moment as my powerful orgasm began to wane. Benjamin’s hands held my hips still as he knifed his hips up, driving into me. I grabbed one of his hands, just holding it to have another connection with him.
Within minutes, his back arched and his head drove back into the pillow. He all but lifted me on top of him as he exploded into the condom still buried deep within me. Letting go of my hip, he grabbed onto my hand and held it as wave after wave of pure bliss cascaded through him.
He pulled me down to lie next to him and rolled for a moment to discard the condom and wipe his stomach with the far corner of the sheet. I rested my head on his broad chest and listened to him trying to get his breathing back under control.
“That was…” Benjamin started, and put a hand over his face. “Wow.” I chuckled under my breath and moved closer to him.
“Yes, it was.”
We stayed in bed for another hour, talking about nothing, really, before my stomach rumbled and he honored his promise for dinner. Since neither of us wanted the company of others, he ordered room service for two, and we sat at a small table by the window to eat and talk. I thought the conversation might be awkward or forced, but instead, I found him incredibly easy to open up to. Before I went down to catch a cab back to my apartment, he kissed me. The long, sensual, almost bruising kiss spoke of reluctant separation, and I thought maybe he had been just as affected by our encounter as I had.
It was only when I got back to my apartment and took off my jacket that I remembered the book in the pocket. I’d forgotten to have him sign it, and my heart hurt. If I’d never see him again, I’d wanted that one thing to remind myself that the experience had been real.
When I bought our bookstore’s very first copy of his next novel, I got the validation I sought in the book’s dedication:
For Mitch, a source of inspiration beside which all others pale in comparison.
New From J.P. Barnaby: Aaron
Blurb:
I can’t describe what it’s like to want to scream every minute of every day.
Two years after a terrifying night of pain destroyed his normal teenage existence, Aaron Downing still clings to the hope that one day, he will be a fully functional human being. But his life remains a constant string of nightmares, flashbacks, and fear. When, in his very first semester of college, he’s assigned Spencer Thomas as a partner for his programming project, Aaron decides that maybe “normal” is overrated. If he could just learn to control his fear, that could be enough for him to find his footing again.
With his parents’ talk of institutionalizing him—of sacrificing him for the sake of his brothers’ stability—Aaron becomes desperate to find a way to cope with his psychological damage or even fake normalcy. Can his new shrink control his own demons long enough to treat Aaron, or will he only deepen the damage?
Desperate to understand his attraction for Spencer, Aaron holds on to his sanity with both hands as it threatens to spin out of control.
About the Author:
Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Forbidden Room series, the Little Boy Lost series, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
Web site:
http://www.JPBarnaby.com
Twitter:
http://www.twitter.com/JPBarnaby
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/JPBarnaby
June 18, 2013
Wednesday Briefs: Second Shot – Senior Year – 14
Second Shot – The Senior Year – 14
Tugging at his collar, Jason wondered why the shirt and tie suddenly felt so constricting. He’d worn them often enough in the past. Shifting his eye to his left, he saw Peter staring blankly into the mirror.
Since the spring they almost managed to forget the attack. Nine months healed most wounds. To Jason, it felt like he had the old Peter back. Almost. The occasional nightmares were the worst, at least for him. When Peter screamed in his sleep, Jason felt the utter helplessness of seeing Peter in the hospital all over again. The disappointment ran a close second.
Every time Peter saw his martial arts teammates he put on a good face. He’d ask about their training, the chances for the new season and the like. But privately Jason knew what it cost his boyfriend. No one wanted to compete more than Pete, but that would never happen again.
“You look nice.” Peter’s smile matched his tone. Another brave face.
Usually Jason smiled back and did his best to keep up the charade. This time he couldn’t quite do it. The first tear cracked his walls. When he couldn’t contain the second, he tried to turn so Peter wouldn’t see. He had waited too long to move.
The hand on his shoulder, meant to comfort, only reminded him of all the bad things that happened. He’d tried to keep a perspective, remember they agreed no one was to blame. That lasted less than a heart beat.
Days like this, when they couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, when they had to confront the harsh reality, always taxed Jason’s resolve. Letting Peter see how much he hurt, knowing he had a hand in Peter’s injury, felt like Jason launched a new attack on the man he loved. He knew the affect it had on Peter. But some days….
“Jase.” The hand on his shoulder became two and Jason felt himself being gently pulled around. He tried to resist, but Peter didn’t let go. Finally he allowed his body to turn, but wouldn’t meet Peter’s gaze.
“It’s okay, babe. Really.” Peter’s strong hand pulled Jason into an embrace. The tears became a steady stream and he pulled his hand up quickly to cover his face. “Sheesh. It’s not your fault.”
Before he could move back, Jason felt a hand cup the back of his head, pulling him closer. The words registered, but it didn’t matter. Peter could say it wasn’t his fault, forgive him forever and back, and still Jason wouldn’t believe it.
Guilt never helped, he knew that, but it refused to let go. A little more backbone and the attack wouldn’t have happened. Had he been just a bit stronger, less shallow, Peter wouldn’t have been alone that awful night. Jason should have told his mother to fuck off, consequences, and money, be damned.
Instead he wavered. Considered the options. Tried to find a way to have both and almost had neither. When Peter needed him most, he waffled. Worse, he lashed out and accused Peter of being unsupportive before storming off. How could it not be his fault?
A pair of soft lips brushed his ear and Peter nuzzled closer. “I know what’s going on inside your head.”
Another kiss only made Jason feel worse. Despite all the pain Jason caused, Peter still loved him. He didn’t deserve it, even if he desperately wanted it.
“I’ve said this before, but I’ll keep saying it, no matter what you did or didn’t do, you didn’t cause Jordan to attack me. You’re not to blame. Not then, not now, not ever.”
The logical part of his brain told Jason he didn’t contribute to what happened. Jordan planned and carried out the attack without ever including Jason in the equation. But it was nearly impossible to overlook that had he just stood up to his mother that one time, they’d have stayed in that night.
Jordan needed a perfect storm to carry out his plan. He needed Peter alone, distracted, and vulnerable. Jason handed his ex-best friend all that and more. If he didn’t cause the attack, he made Peter susceptible to it and in Jason’s mind there wasn’t much difference.
He managed to stem the flow of salty tears, though not before he left a wet mark on Peter’s dark blue suit coat. Even then he couldn’t find his voice.
Peter pulled back enough so he could touch his forehead to Jason’s. “Jase, please look at me.” When Jason didn’t move his eyes off the carpet, Peter added, “Please?”
The plea worked into the word forced Jason to find the will to meet Peter’s needful stare.
“I love you, Jase. Totally and completely.” A tear formed at the corner of each of Peter’s eyes, but he never turned away. “You can’t blame yourself. It’s not healthy. I’ve been through enough counseling to know. But more importantly, it hurts me so much to see you do this to yourself. So much.”
Jason sniffed, finding the voice he’d lost since he saw Peter’s fake smile. “I don’t want to hurt you. I love…I love you too much to…hurt…you…again.”
“Good, because it would totally suck if you didn’t love me back.”
Jason laughed at the reused line. Staring at Peter’s smile–a real one this time–he regained his control. “I’ll always love your backside.”
Peter rolled his eyes and tapped the side of Jason’s head. “Perv.”
“Maybe. You’ll have to wait til we get home to find out.”
“No, I already know. When we get home you’ll just remind me how much I enjoy that side of you.” After wiggling his eyebrows, Peter smoothed Jason’s hair. “Okay Dauphin County Courthouse, ready or not, here we come.”
Jason breathed in deep and let it out with a rush. He could do this. For Peter he would do it.
Always.
Be Sure To Checkout The Briefs Of These Other Flashers:
GUEST INTERVIEW and CONTEST: Andrew Q. Gordon talking about his upcoming release on 21st June, PURPOSE
Check out the great Video Trailer for:
published by Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: 21 June, 2013
Firstly, welcome, Andy! I’m one of your biggest fans, and so it’s a great pleasure to have you visit. I’m feeling a little fangirly – I’ve read both (Un)Masked and The Last Grand Master and loved them!
Now that I’ve lulled you into a false sense of security, you’d best take a seat, because I want to learn a little more about Andrew Q Gordon, the man, before I pick your brains about your upcoming release on June 21st : Purpose.
Lily makes guest interviews a lot more fun than I do - all her back and forth to give it a more personal feel - that I wanted to post this [with her permission] on my site. Now if only I could interview others this well - people might want to come visit more. ;-)
June 17, 2013
Release Day Review: Attachment Strings by Chris T. Kat
Reviewed by Sid Love
TITLE: Attachment Strings
AUTHOR: Chris T. Kat
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
BLURB: Detective Jeff Woods and his partner have a new case. Someone has been making threatening phone calls to the mayor’s daughter, vowing to kill her disabled child. Though there have been accidents at the girl’s school—enough to take the threats seriously—the facts are few, and leads are sparse.
Chris is not only a friend, but a very good author and story teller. If you're not familiar with her work, here's a great place to start.
-AQG
June 16, 2013
New Releases: Monday June 17, 2013
In an effort to help some of my fellow authors, every Monday I post some of the numerous new books that have been released. For the most part these will be M/M Fiction with a heavy bias on Romance. That will probably evolve over time, but for now that’s where it is.
I’ve not read everything that is listed, though I’ve probably read or will read many. Which means inclusion on the list isn’t an endorsement or suggestion. You should read the blurbs provided to see if you’re interested. I’ll post reviews to books I recommend under the ‘Books I Reviewed’ tab. This is just a partial list of what’s new for visitors of my site to check out. That said if you end up reading something listed here and want to comment – please do. I reserve the right, however, to delete nasty or personal comments.
If you’re an author and want to include a new release, email me your blurb, cover image, buy links and any personal links you want included. No excerpts, interviews, giveaways etc. Those are welcome, but can be discussed separately.
Purpose: By Andrew Q. Gordon
Blurb:
Forty years ago the Spirit of Vengeance—a Purpose—took William Morgan as its host, demanding he avenge the innocent by killing the guilty. Since then, Will has retreated behind Gar, a façade he uses to avoid dealing with what he’s become. Cold, impassive, and devoid of emotion, Gar goes about his life alone—until his tidy, orderly world is upended when he meets Ryan, a broken young man cast out by his family. Spurred to action for reasons he can’t understand, Gar saves Ryan from death and finds himself confronted by his humanity.
Spending time with Ryan helps Will claw out from under Gar’s shadow. He recognizes Ryan is the key to his reclaiming his humanity and facing his past. As Will struggles to control the Purpose, Ryan challenges him to rethink everything he knew about himself and the spirit that possesses him. In the process, he pushes Will to do something he hasn’t done in decades: care.
Available June 21, 2013.
Pre-order link:
Purpose from Dreamspinner Press
About the Author:
Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.
He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog. In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.
Follow Andrew on his website: www.andrewqgordon.com,
On Facebook: www.facebook.com/andrewqugordon,
On Twitter: @andrewqgordon,
Or just email him: andrewqgordon@gmail.com
Attachment Strings: By Chris T. Kat
Blurb:
Detective Jeff Woods and his partner have a new case. Someone has been making threatening phone calls to the mayor’s daughter, vowing to kill her disabled child. Though there have been accidents at the girl’s school—enough to take the threats seriously—the facts are few, and leads are sparse.Needing a breather from the burden of the case, Jeff heads to a bar, where he meets Alex Fisher. Alex isn’t his type, but he’s young and cocky and perfect for a one-night stand. Or two. Soon Jeff starts thinking about how difficult and lonely it is being a cop, and that maybe Alex could fill a void in his life. But Alex has his own obligations: a disabled brother who is the target of threatening letters.Jeff isn’t sure he’s ready to play house or overcome his prejudices, but he begins to think Alex might be worth it. Caught between his growing affection and his inner demons, Jeff struggles to focus on the case and protect Alex and his brother as the danger builds.Buy link:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3951
About the Author
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, light BDSM and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks, or crafts.
Blog: http://christikat.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/christi_kat
GoodReads:http://www.goodreads.com/ChrisTKat
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChrisTKat
Thunderballs: By Andrea Speed
Blurb:
Luke Diaz signs up for an adult dodgeball league out of morbid curiosity and a love for a crazy movie. After all, sports aren’t his thing. Then attraction to the team captain, Shane Kinrade, keeps him from ducking out of tryouts, and Luke discovers he’s actually rather good at hitting where he aims. Along with his newfound ability, Luke considers the charming team captain to be right up his alley and luckily, Shane shares his interest.
Buy LInk:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thunderballs-1216659-149.html?referrer=joyfullyjay
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3949
Review:
Four Stars from Crissy on Joyful Jay:
Infected: Undertow: By Andrea Speed
Sequel to Infected: Lesser Evils Infected: Book Seven
Blurb:
In a world where a werecat virus has changed society, Roan McKichan, a born infected and ex-cop, works as a private detective trying to solve crimes involving other infecteds.
Now Roan is locked in a coma as the struggle between his human and werecat sides reaches a new extreme. All Dylan can do is sit, wait, and think.
Meanwhile, Roan’s assistant, Holden, wants to shed his old street life and his relationship with Scott, but he can’t seem to do either. Holden doesn’t want a relationship with Scott but finds himself drawn to him all the same, even if he can never fully reveal his past.
With Roan out of commission, Holden looks into the murder of an old friend. At the same time, Fiona takes on a case about underground death matches between infecteds —one with connections to the Church of the Divine Transformation.
Finally Roan wakes only to discover that his shifts have new consequences. His lion’s strength is growing, and he can’t hide from it any longer….
Buy Link:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3913&cPath=274
Spanish Diversion: Elyzabeth M. Valey
Blurb:
Ever since his last boyfriend labeled him as predictable and boring, Shane has gone out of his way to demonstrate that he’s not. He’s moved to Spain, taken a job as an English teacher and decided that partying all night long is going to be his thing. Fun first is his new motto, regardless of what his heart has to say about it after meeting Alejandro.
After leaving his bed without even a goodbye, Alejandro thought he’d never see the sexy American again, so when he reappears in his life he can hardly believe his luck. With a chemistry between them that is off the charts, he wants something more than just a night of passion.
Shane insists he just wants to party but Alejandro is determined to make him see that, together, they can have much more than just fun.
Buy Links:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon.com
Amazon. uk
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Author Bio
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
Blog: www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com
Website: www.elyzabethmvaley.weebly.com
"LOST AND FOUND" Event!
"The Lost and Found Event" begins TODAY!
About a month ago, one of my official reviewers, Shelley, directed me to check out these amazing works of different authors compiled in one book. She was talking about the book "Lost and Found" edited by Kris Jacen and how it was published to support a great cause! All royalties from this anthology are being donated to Lost-n-Found Youth in Atlanta, Georgia.
Sid is spreading the word about a great cause - stop by and see what it's about.
June 15, 2013
The Last Grand Master: Review By Full Moon Dreaming
Thursday, June 13, 2013The Last Grand Master Review
The Last Grand Master
Author: Andrew Q. Gordon
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: January 31, 2013
Format/Genre/Length: Novel/M/M Sc-Fi Fantasy Romance/344 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★
Review by: Julie Lynn Hayes
“The Last Grand Master is an epic tale and one I highly recommend. The good news is that there will be more of this series, and I can’t wait to read them. Inside this book, you will find adventure, humor, romance, action, drama, sci-fi and fantasy, intricately woven into an amazingly fantastic tale.”
Read the full review here: Full Moon Dreaming
