New Release and Giveaway
To celebrate my first foray into erotic (and I do mean erotic) romance and self-publishing, I am giving away 2 copies of my forthcoming short ebook, Touch Me (exclusively on Amazon) in PDF or MOBI format. To enter, simply leave a comment below and your name will be entered into a draw. Deadline is 9pm ET September 23, 2014.
Massage therapist Erik Morgan offers a very special after-hours service to a handful of select clients. From a young man anxious to explore his sexuality, to a stroke patient who fears he’ll never be a man again, Erik touches them all. But no one touches him.
Faced with a very personal tragedy, Erik loses himself in helping others. Until one brave client turns the tables and gets under his skin, and Erik finds himself touched in unexpected ways.
Warning! This gay erotic romance novella is intended for an adult audience. It contains explicit scenes of erotic massage, edging, rimming, m/m sex and a vibrator or two.
Available for pre-order now in all Amazon stores September 23, 2014. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NBJCPE6
EXCERPT:
THE KID was nervous.
Terrified, might have been a more appropriate description given how his chocolate-brown eyes darted wildly over Erik and then into the shadows behind him as they shook hands. His palm was cold but clammy. His lips quirked as he realized it too. “Ah, sorry about that.” He wiped both palms on the front of his thighs, leaving dark streaks on his faded jeans. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Erik said with a comforting grin as he ushered the kid in the back door and out of the cold dusk. He always instructed his extra-curricular clients to use this entrance. It’s not that he was worried about anonymity—his office assistant and the other massage therapists he shared the practice with were gone for the day, and he’d already given the kid this address and his first name, but he preferred to be discrete. He supposed discretion must seem very old-fashioned these days when everything got posted to Facebook or Instagram, when a good sex tape launched celebrity careers and privacy was nothing but a fond memory. Then again, Erik considered himself to be a bit old-fashioned, despite his current, distinctly non-old-fashioned activities.
Erik led the way down the narrow, carpeted corridor and past two other small rooms before he came to the one he wanted. He was relieved to see the young man’s tenseness easing with each passing second as he surveyed the dimly-lit but immaculate room with the professional massage table in the center. Erik knew exactly what he was thinking. “I bet you thought you’d be in some guy’s dingy basement, right?”
“Yeah.” The kid shucked his down-filled coat, hugged it awkwardly in front of him for protection. He was tall—the same height as Erik—but without all the extra layers Erik saw that he was on the lean side, and gawky, as if his body hadn’t quite caught up to the rest of him yet. Erik took the coat and hung it up on the coat rack behind the door. The cold radiated off the waterproof fabric. The calendar may have said March, but the weather apparently hadn’t flipped the page yet.
Erik turned back to the kid just in time to see his eyes widen as they landed on the array of dildos and vibrators displayed next to the massage oils on the nearby shelves. He looked away, and then back. Good, Erik thought, he was curious. His body tingled in anticipation of a enjoyable session. The more open his clients, the better the experience. For all of them.
