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Nowhere Diner: Finding Love available
Announcing my newest release, Nowhere Diner: Finding Love. Available now at Amber Allure. Click here.
Here’s the blurb:
Leaving Minnesota, Timothy Gapin doesn’t have any plans except getting as far away from all the memories as he can before his money runs out. His secret lover has married, breaking his heart and making him chose a life in the open rather than a relationship built on lies.
Little does Tim know that four days later he would grab dinner at a diner and find a place to stop. Somehow this diner in the middle of nowhere becomes his home and the people who work there his family. In addition to the workers at the diner, Tim meets Bernie Capley, a long-haul trucker who isn’t all he seems to be.
Falling in love with Bernie is easy for Tim, but the past has a way of barging into the present, forcing decisions that affect their future…
And an excerpt:She handed Bernie his change and he left a tip for Cookie. Grabbing my hand, he dragged me out of the diner over to where a large black and chrome semi sat. He led us to the other side where we’d be out of view from prying eyes. Staring down at me, he searched my face for something. He must have found what he was looking for because he cupped my chin in his hands and lifted my mouth to his.
As kisses go, this one was the softest I’d ever had. Aaron didn’t like to kiss. He’d always been in a hurry to get to the sex without any foreplay. I banished him from my mind and gave myself over to Bernie.
He slid his hands down my neck and sides to rest them on my hips. Three points of contact and I was ready to explode. A soft whimper emerged from my throat and I tried to press closer to him. His grip tightened and a low growl told me he didn’t want me to move.
I opened and he swept his tongue in to lick along my teeth and gums, learning every inch of my mouth. He sucked on my bottom lip and bit it. The sting made me jump and gasp.
Footsteps sounded on the pavement and Bernie drew slowly away, letting me go, reluctance in each inch. We stood, staring at each other, chests heaving and groins aching. He grinned at me.
“I’ll be coming back through here next Wednesday. Would you be interested in getting dinner with me? Maybe somewhere other than the diner.”
I touched trembling fingers to my swollen lips and nodded. “I don’t have a car though.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the transportation. Do you have a cell?”
“No. I left mine back home.”
He leveled a knowing look at me. “Didn’t want anyone to call you, huh?”
I looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “No one important. I’ll get a phone when I have a little more money and let my aunt know where I’m at.”
Frowning, he ran his fingers through my hair and nodded. “I’ll call the diner. I’m sure Cookie won’t mind it once in a while.”
“Okay.”
Were we starting a real relationship with dating and everything that went along with it? Or was the whole date thing just Bernie’s way of making each hook-up feel special?
My doubts must have shown on my face because Bernie caressed my cheek and grinned.
“I don’t do casual sex anymore. Being a trucker makes it easy to find a warm body at the rest areas or truck stops; women and men. It would become real simple to see sex as nothing but a release.” Bernie held my gaze and I could see how serious he was. “I’m too old to fool around like that. Now I like to get to know a guy before we end up in bed.”
I didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. On one hand, it sounded like Bernie assumed we’d be sleeping together at some point. On the other hand, should I be worried about the possibility that once Bernie got to know me, he’d figure out I wasn’t worth the time and effort.
“Don’t worry. My gut’s telling me you’ll be worth every minute.”
Bernie leaned down and brushed another kiss over my lips before stepping further away.
Have a great day, everyone. 🙂
What do you think?
I’m thinking of putting them all together and writing a story from them, but I’d like to know what you think about it. It’ll be in the vein of Angel’s Evolution, where it’s in 1st person pov and present tense. Of course, it’ll be a contemporary.
Here’s a little bit of what I wrote yesterday.
Excerpt:
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face against his chest. I try not to cry because I don’t want his fellow soldiers to ask about the tear stains on his uniform. I breathe deep, savoring his freshly showered smell, plus the faint scent of gunpowder that lingers in his clothes, no matter how often they’re laundered.
His arms embrace me, crushing me tight to him. His lips brush my ear and he whispers, “I’m so tired of all of this.”
Part of his weariness is because of me. I accept my guilt. My need for him and his love for me weighs him down.
Easing away, I meet his gaze and cradle his face in my hands. He stares at me with such exhaustion and pain in his eyes that I want to burst into tears.
“I’m sorry, love.”
He shrugs, not moving from me. “Is it all worth it?”
Fear races through my heart and I gasp. “Is what worth it?”
Hoping, praying he doesn’t say ‘us’.
He gestures to the uniform, to the duffle bag by the front door and to the picture of him graduating from boot camp without me there to see.
“Serving my country. Keeping you a secret.”
I grasp his hands and lead him to his favorite chair. The one I will sleep in most nights while he’s gone. He sits and I kneel, pressing a kiss to his scarred knuckles.
“Never say this isn’t worth it. This is all you’ve ever wanted to be and I would never have you be anything other than this. Your strength and belief has gotten you this far, don’t let them wear you down.”
“It’s not fair to you to hide who you are.” He pulls a hand free and runs his fingers through my hair.
I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t hide who I am. The only thing we hide is what we mean to each other. I will freely admit that it’s hard sometimes not to throw my arms around you after you’ve been gone for months. It’s hard not to come and meet you at the base, but I’ve learned how to deal with that. Don’t I make your homecomings special?”
Blushing, he nods and I can see he’s thinking of the last time he came home from a deployment and how I greeted him in the privacy of our home.
“None of them matter, love. None of it matters as long as you love me and know I love you. I can deal with anything as long as I know you will keep my heart safe in your hands.”
Dropping to his knees with me, he pulls me close and demands entrance to my mouth. I open to him like a flower to the morning sun. Denying him isn’t in my vocabulary or within my ability. He sweeps his tongue in and strokes mine, drawing a groan from me. I flex my fingers against the back of his head, his hair cut too short for me to hold on to. His large hands slide down to grip my ass and rock me into him.
A horn honks outside and we break apart. It’s time to say good-bye for another six months. My heart cracks a little more, but I smile, not wanting him to know how much it hurts to watch him leave.
“I’ll write,” I promise like always.
“I know.”
We stand and I follow him to the door where he grabs his bag. I give him another quick kiss before stepping back, so his friends couldn’t see me. They know me as his roommate, nothing more, and I know it kills him to not tell them the truth. Too much is at risk for him to share our reality with others.
He shuts the door behind him and I move to the window, peeking from behind the curtains to watch him toss his bag in the trunk and slide into the back seat of the car. He doesn’t look back and I understand, though it hurts.
Once the car is out of sight, I turn to stare into the living room, seeing only the picture of him in his uniform. I pick it up from where it sits on our mantel. I run my fingers over the cool glass covering his face.
Is all this pain worth it? The nights of loneliness when he’s not around and I have no one to talk to about my fears and wishes. I’m being over-dramatic. I have friends who know about us and who listen whenever I need to talk, but if I call too much, it sounds like whining and I don’t want anyone to believe I hate my life.
The circumstances surrounding my life suck, but it is a choice I made when I fell in love with him. The truth of it all is that every moment of doubt and pain is worth it for each minute I spend in his presence. It’s worth it for the knowledge that he loves me more than anything else in his life.
He doesn’t have to tell the world about me. He simply has to show me he loves me and I will stay with him forever.
Death or Life-NSFW excerpt
I thought I’d give you another sneak peek at my next release. Death or Life will be released July 6th. 🙂 This excerpt features some hot manlove…lol.
Blurb:
Noah Wiltson wants nothing more than to be left alone. His father’s candidacy for President forces him to have secrets. Imagine his surprise when a hired killer gives him the means to live his life without doubt or fear.
The killer knows this hit is going to be his last. Whether he chooses to walk away or whether they kill him. He’s never been a team player, so he ends the game on his terms.
A few months later, Noah meets Cain Packert, a man who intrigues and excites him. Only one of them knows the truth. Can they find love amid secrets and threats?
Cain started unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you have stuff?”
Noah unzipped his pants and stopped. “Stuff?”
“You can’t be that innocent. A stud like you has to have had sex before.”
A surprised but pleased expression came and went on Noah’s face. “Oh, that kind of stuff.” Going to the bedside table, Noah opened the drawer. “I have lube. No condoms though.” Disappointment colored Noah’s voice.
“Good thing I was a Boy Scout then.” Cain pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and removed the condom packet he’d tugged in there earlier that day. “Always be prepared.” He tossed it to Noah.
“That sure of me?” Noah smiled.
“Not sure. Just hopeful.” Cain finished undressing and prowled towards Noah. “You’re not naked yet.”
Noah’s eyes were riveted to Cain’s groin. Cain groaned as he felt the heat of Noah’s stare. His cock twitched and swelled. He invaded the younger man’s personal space. Taking Noah’s hand, he wrapped it around his cock and showed Noah how he liked to be stroked.
Being able to compartmentalize helped. He focused on getting Noah stripped and on the bed while Noah played with his prick. The lube had been tossed on top of the covers along with the condom. When Noah was naked, Cain eased the blond onto his hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
“Enough of that for now. I’ll come and I want to be inside you when I do,” he murmured.
Cain trailed one hand over the smooth expanse of back and ass he’d been presented with. Noah’s skin was soft and flushed with desire. Cain ripped open the foil packaging and pulled the rubber out. He rolled it on his cock with a moan. The touch of his own hand almost drove him over the edge.
With protection taken care of, he picked up the tube and set out to make sure Noah was ready for him. He spread Noah’s firm ass cheeks and squeezed the slick out. When he had enough, he set the tube to the side. He coated his fingers and started massaging Noah’s opening, easing one finger in slowly, an inch at a time.
“Cain,” Noah mumbled, face pressed into his pillows.
The way Noah was pushing back told Cain he wasn’t hurting his lover. Soon one became two and Noah was fucking himself on Cain’s fingers. Cain did his best to nail Noah’s gland every chance he got. Sweat began to cover Noah’s skin and Cain felt it bead on his own chest.
“Soon, Cain. You need to be in me now.” Noah braced his body on one hand and reached back, unerringly finding Cain’s cock.
Cain let the younger man guide him. When the blunt head of his prick rested at the puckered opening of Noah’s body, Cain stilled.
“Are you sure, Noah?” It killed him to ask, but he had a momentary attack of conscience. Cain needed to know this was what Noah wanted, not something he was unknowingly forcing on the man.
“Jesus, Cain. Fuck me already.”
Noah’s exasperated tone made Cain chuckle.
“All right.”
With one hard fast thrust, he buried himself balls deep in Noah’s ass. Their cries mingled together as their bodies learned the feel of each other. Noah’s inner muscles gripped Cain’s cock like the tightest vice and Cain felt his control shatter.
“Sorry,” he whispered, before pulling out and slamming back in.
He didn’t know if Noah heard his apology or not, but his lover moved, welcoming each thrust with moans and little pleas of his own. Cain’s climax moved from his nerve endings to his groin in a flash flood of pleasure. He peeled one hand off Noah’s hip to reach around and take Noah’s cock in a firm grasp.
“Come,” he ordered, his voice harsh.
“Yes.”
Noah’s shout was accompanied by wet heat splashing over Cain’s hand. Noah’s climax caused his ass to clamp down on Cain’s prick, milking Cain’s own pleasure from him.
“Fuck,” Cain grunted, as he filled the condom.
As the last wave of passion drifted away, Noah collapsed on the bed and Cain fell, covering the smaller man with his own body. Safe, Cain thought.
“Stay,” Noah murmured, as Cain started to roll off him.
“Let me clean us up.” He ran his hand over Noah’s shoulder before climbing out of the bed and locating the bathroom.
He took care of the condom and washed up. Wetting a cloth, he went back to Noah and wiped him down. Cain took the washcloth back to the bathroom. When he came back, Noah had pulled the comforter to the foot of the bed and lay under a couple of blankets. Slipping in beside Noah, Cain wrapped his arm around Noah’s waist and snuggled up against the younger man, chest to back.
He brushed a kiss over the nape of Noah’s neck. “Sweet dreams, Noah.”
Noah patted his hand where it rested on Noah’s stomach. “You too, Cain.”
A wry smile drifted over Cain’s face. His dreams were never sweet. They tended to be nightmares more often than not. He’d grab what sleep he could and then go out to look over LeClair’s grounds. He had to familiarize himself with the layout, finding all the likely spots where a sniper might lie in wait. Every instinct he’d gained during his years as a government agent warned him that Senator Wiltson wasn’t going to give up without a fight. A man with the kind of secrets he had to hide couldn’t risk being discovered.
Noah’s soft breathing lulled him. Cain closed his eyes. Might as well take advantage of his exhaustion for some sort of rest.
Nowhere Diner: Finding Love- excerpt NSFW
Since I’m not ready to give you some blurbs to chose from, I thought I’d give you another excerpt from one of my up-coming releases. Nowhere Diner: Finding Love will be out at the end of July from Amber Allure. Now this hasn’t been edited yet, so any mistakes in it are mine. 🙂
Blurb:
Leaving Minnesota, Timothy Gapin doesn’t have any plans except getting as far away from all the memories as he can before his money runs out. His secret lover has married, breaking his heart and making him chose a life in the open rather than a relationship built on lies.
Little does he know that four days later, he would grab dinner at a diner and find a place to stop. Somehow this diner in the middle of nowhere becomes his home and the people who work there his family. In addition to the workers at the diner, Tim meets Bernie Capley, a long haul trucker who isn‘t all that he seems to be.
Falling in love with Bernie is easy for Tim, but the past has a way of barging into the present, forcing decisions that could affect the future.
Excerpt-(NSFW)
Wandering down the street, we found a club where the driving beat of the music could be heard out on the street. Bernie paid the cover charge and we slipped inside.
“Do you want something to drink?” Bernie pressed his lips to my ear and asked under the pounding of the bass.
Shaking my head, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. I let the music take control of my body and I brushed against Bernie’s hard body as often as I could. Encircling my waist with one arm, he drew me closer until our bodies found a rhythm of their own. I slung one arm over Bernie’s shoulder and trailed the other hand down his chest to hook a finger in his waist band, encouraging him with each thrust of my hip to move with me.
We were at the edges of the dance floor where there were more shadows than light. I wasn’t aware of Bernie’s intent until my back hit the wall and he swooped in, claiming my mouth with the ferociousness of a lion on a zebra. He pinned my hands above my head and took me, fucking my mouth with his tongue and drawing moans of pleasure from me.
I arched my back off the wall, but only succeeded in grinding our cocks together. In what seemed like seconds, my shirt was unbuttoned and stripped off, Bernie tucking it in his back pocket. Moving from my mouth, he skimmed down my throat to where my nipples stood, pointed and tight, shamelessly begging for his mouth.
He flicked one nipple with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it into his mouth. I fought his hand, wanting to touch him and feel his heat under my fingers. He bit the little bit of flesh between his teeth, causing me to cry out. He pinched and tugged, building an ache that was connected to my cock. It swelled and leaked. I could feel the wetness from my pre-cum sliding on my underwear.
When his rough fingers grazed my stomach, fumbling with my belt, I thought I’d die. My head fell back and thumped against the wall behind me. He eased away and checked me out.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He unhooked my belt and got my pants opened. Pushing the sides apart, he slipped his hand inside and fisted my cock. I cried out, not caring if anyone saw us.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to see you come,” Bernie growled in my ear before paying attention to my nipple, the one he hadn’t tortured.
I became lost in the driving beat of the music and the hard fast strokes of his hand over the sensitive flesh of my shaft. I was consumed by the pressure and pain building at the base of my spine. The ache in my balls told me it wouldn’t be long now.
“Bernie,” I warned, my voice harsh and low.
He heard me under the music and his grin was more of leer. “Do it, baby. I want to feel your come all over my hand.”
Those crude words were all I needed to push me over the edge.
“Fuck.”
I slammed my head against the wall hard enough to see stars and spilled my seed all over Bernie’s hand. He milked every drop I had out by continuing to squeeze and jerk me off until I slumped, chest heaving, into his embrace.
Dreaming of Dragons excerpt-NSFW
Hey everyone, since I still don’t know for sure what’s going to happen with Bitter Creek, I thought I’d post a new excerpt from my upcoming release, Dreaming of Dragons (which is still on for publication at the end of May). 🙂
It features hot manlove, so is NSFW. *vbg*
Enjoy.
Excerpt:
Hugh pulled Kael around so he was straddling Hugh’s lap. Cupping Kael’s slender ass, he nuzzled Kael’s throat.
“I trust you, Kael. I’m not so trusting of VonOfferman, even if he does have a partner. Any man in his right mind wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
He trailed kisses from Kael’s jaw to the base of his throat, sucking on the pulse beating under his skin. Kael moaned and let his head drop back, baring more of his body for Hugh to play with.
Unbuttoning Kael’s dress shirt, Hugh pushed the sides apart to reveal the gold rings piercing Kael’s nipples. He tugged on the rings and Kael arched, pressing their groins together.
“God, I love when you do that,” Kael muttered.
He hid his smile. Yes, Kael loved him playing with his rings. They’d experimented one night and Hugh had brought Kael to climax just by touching his nipples.
“We need to get naked before this goes any further,” he pointed out.
The last time they didn’t make it to naked and Hugh ended up having to run back to his apartment for clean pants for both of them.
“Right.”
Kael sprang to his feet and stripped, crawling back into Hugh’s lap before Hugh could do anything more than unzip his own pants. Hugh’s lover eagerly pushed his pants down farther enough to free his cock.
“Hold me,” Kael ordered him.
He gripped Kael’s hips and his prick twitched when Kael sucked on his own fingers before reaching behind to get himself ready.
“I love when you do that,” Hugh murmured, moving one hand to wrap around Kael’s shaft and pump.
Kael began to rock, fucking Hugh’s hand while pushing back on his fingers. Hugh leaned forward, flicking one of Kael’s rings with his tongue.
“Oh,” Kael exhaled and his eyes rolled back.
The pre-cum leaking from Kael’s cock eased the movement of Hugh’s hand. After making love to Kael for months, he knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how fast to stroke to bring his lover to the edge. Kael’s own movements became jerky and the noises he was making told Hugh Kael was on the brink.
Gripping the base of Kael’s shaft, Hugh nipped Kael’s flesh hard and moved back.
“I want in that ass before you come, Kael,” he growled.
Kael nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with need. “Please.”
Hugh licked his hand and slicked up his own cock, positioning the head right at Kael’s opening. His hands on Hugh’s shoulders, Kael balanced and slowly lowered himself onto Hugh.
Their moans mingled and filled the air as Hugh filled Kael’s warm channel. As soon as Hugh was buried as deep as he could go in Kael, they started rocking together. He made sure, with each stroke, to nail Kael’s gland.
His climax built along his spine, pooling in his groin and Hugh’s balls drew tight to his body.
“Coming soon, love,” he warned Kael.
Kael grunted, reaching down to pump his own cock. “Please,” Kael whimpered.
One more surge in and his cum flooded Kael’s passage. Kael came seconds after, his hot seed coating Hugh’s stomach and chest. Hugh caught Kael as he slumped forward and they cuddled close, slowing their breathing and getting strength back to their legs.
Hugh buried his face in Kael’s sweat-drenched curls and sighed. “We should take a shower and head to bed, love. It’s been a long day.”
Kael’s grunt was the only acknowledgement his lover made for a few seconds.
“Get up. I’d carry you, but my pants would be around my ankles and I’d end up dropping you.”
Hugh chuckled and pinched Kael’s skinny ass. Kael squeaked before climbing to his feet. His lover held his hand out for him. Hugh tugged his pants up and zipped them. Taking Kael’s hand, he let Kael pull him upright. They made their way slowly to the bathroom.
After their shower, they fell into bed and snuggled close. Hugh wrapped his arms around Kael, holding him tight and running his hand over Kael’s back. The younger man wasn’t as thin as he had been before they started dating. Being in a steady relationship eased Kael and it made Hugh happy to know he was helping Kael heal.
SEx blog
Hey everyone, I posted a new excerpt from Death or Life over at SEx, the Liquid Silver blog. I hope you stop by and check it out. 🙂
Have a great day and a wonderful weekend, everyone.
Excerpt Monday..
Here’s another excerpt from His Heart’s Home. (I’ll be coming up with a blurb soon, so everyone can know what the story’s about. I promise..lol)
Excerpt (Unedited & uncontracted):
“You wound me,” he pouted, reaching out to tug on Derek’s jeans. “I really don’t want you to get sick.”
“So wet country singers get you hot, huh?”
Derek stripped the t-shirt off first, letting the soggy fabric hit Max in the face when he dropped it.
“Only if it’s you.”
Sitting up, Max tore off his own shirt, thanking God that he wore one with snaps instead of buttons. He flung it to the side just as Derek straddled him and pushed him back.
“Omphf…”
Derek followed him down and crushed their lips together. He speared his fingers through those brown curls he loved to touch. He dueled with Derek over who would control the kiss, but when Derek bit his bottom lip hard, he yielded.
While he sucked on Derek’s tongue that got swept into to tease his, he rocked his hips up against Derek’s groin.
He tore his mouth away and swore, “Shit. I want you to fuck me.”
Derek shook his head. “Can’t. No condoms or lube.”
“Fuck. Guess maybe I need to start packing those in my saddle bags then,” he joked.
“It’s all right.”
He trailed his hands over Derek’s shoulders and down his chest to twist those nipples when Derek reared up on his knees. Devouring his lover with his gaze, he watched the man struggle to open his jeans and push the sides out of the way as his cock sprang free of its confinement. He sucked in his breath at the sight of that thick shaft. He really wanted to feel Derek riding him with it, but that would have to wait.
“Hey.”
“Ouch.” Max rubbed his chest where Derek had pinched him. “What?”
“Help me get yours out and then we can have a little fun.”
His eyes lit up. There wouldn’t be any fucking or sucking, but there could be some jerking and rubbing. They would both be able to come and he’d be able to ride fence without causing serious injury to himself.
Fumbling together, they managed to uncover his own cock and they sighed as their heated flesh brushed against each other. He wrapped his hand around their shafts and Derek joined him, stroking hard and fast.
“Oh God,” Derek cried out.
Max pumped the way he liked it with a little twist of his palm over the heads, gathering the pre-cum pooling there. Somehow, Derek bent to kiss him without breaking their connection. He tasted the coffee and bacon the singer had for breakfast. Nibbling along Derek’s bottom lip, he trailed his kisses over the stubble-covered chin to his neck.
Derek’s head dropped back, giving him more skin to play with. He scraped his teeth over the man’s jugular and Derek jerked.
“Max, soon,” Derek warned.
“Come on, baby,” Max growled and squeezed.
“Ah,” Derek grunted as heat spilled over Max’s hand onto his stomach.
As the hot liquid washed over his cock, Max let his control go and came, adding his to the mess. Derek collapsed on him, trapping their hands and pricks between their bodies.
Wincing, Max wiggled and shimmied until their hands were free. He threaded the fingers of his clean hand through Derek’s hair and stared up into the blue sky. The strangest feeling of contentment swelled in him and he imagined that this was the most relaxed he’d been in a long time. Since he left Sydney for America, he’d been searching for elusive happiness and though he knew the relationship he had with Derek wasn’t going to end well, he would grab what he could before the singer had to go back to the real world.
Ghost of a Chance available
My St. Patrick’s Day ghost story, Ghost of a Chance, is available now from Loose-id. 🙂 I thought I’d post another excerpt for you. (don’t worry Bitter Creek’s Redemption will be updated tomorrow..lol)
Blurb:
Padraig Monaghan has a problem. Most would consider dying in a bar fight ten years ago upsetting, and existing as a ghost wandering the world might be thought a real predicament. They might deem a second chance at life through a chance encounter with a dying man a serious dilemma. But for Padraig, finding himself face to face with the man he’d loved and lost a lifetime ago is the biggest thing on his mind.
Gareth Reilly stops at O’Toole’s for a drink before he heads home. Tomorrow’s going to be another lonely birthday for him until he’s approached by a stranger. There’s something about Padraig’s bright green eyes and Irish accent that reminds Gareth of a man he once knew. Unable to resist, Gareth breaks his cardinal rule and invites Padraig home.
On St. Patrick’s Day, when Irish magic is strongest, it’ll take a belief in the impossible and help from a grateful elf to give Padraig and Gareth another chance at love.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices, violence.
Excerpt:
A slow song filled the bar and a few couples floated onto the makeshift dance floor. Padraig stood, and holding out his hand to Gareth, he asked, “Would you like to dance with me?”
Tilting his head, Gareth studied him for a moment or two before standing and taking his hand. A thrill raced from Padraig’s hand to his heart and groin. They wound their way through the tables to the dance floor. Padraig kept Gareth’s hand in his and wrapped his arm around Gareth’s waist, pulling him close. Not too close, though. He didn’t want Gareth feeling uncomfortable.
He needn’t have worried about that. Gareth played with the curls at the nape of Padraig’s neck and didn’t protest as Padraig tucked their hands to his chest. They moved in time with the music, slowly maneuvering around the floor. Padraig stroked his fingers along the small of Gareth’s back, relishing the way the slender man fit in his arms. With each turn, he eased Gareth closer to him until their bodies were pressed tighter than two sardines in a can. Gareth rested his cheek on Padraig’s chest and sighed.
Padraig slid his free hand down to cup Gareth’s ass and rubbed their erections together. Would Gareth moan as softly when he was being fucked or would he be loud? Padraig buried his face in Gareth’s strawberry blond curls, breathing in the familiar scent of Gareth’s soap. Surprising that Gareth still used the same stuff that Padraig remembered from the few times he’d gotten close enough to Gareth.
He ignored the end of the first song and kept his hold on Gareth while the next one started.
Gareth didn’t seem inclined to stop. Moving slightly, he nuzzled Gareth’s ear and nibbled along Gareth’s chin.
“Oh,” Gareth breathed, letting his head fall back to give Padraig more access to his throat.
“You smell just like I remember,” Padraig murmured.
“What?” Gareth tensed.
“You smell better than anyone I remember,” he improvised, hoping he covered his tracks. He scraped his teeth over Gareth’s jugular, causing the man in his arms to shiver.
Ghost of a Chance Cover
Woot! Anne Cain did it again, everyone. 🙂 Another awesome cover by the cover goddess herself. I’m not sure if I remembered to mention this, but Bitter Creek’s Redemption will be postponed one day (until Wednesday) this week because Ghost comes out on Tuesday, so I’ll be posting an excerpt on St. Patrick’s Day. 🙂
But if you’d like a sneak peek, Elisa has posted an excerpt from the book on her livejournal today. Stop by and check it out. 🙂
Nowhere Diner: Finding Love was finished on Friday. I’m going to go through and clean it up before sending it on to the publisher I’ve picked for it. I’ll let you all know how that goes as soon as I find out.
Hope you all are having a great weekend.
High Line out today
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Woo-hoo! Garrett’s story is finally out. Or will be out soon, I’m sure…lol. As soon as it’s up on the front page at Samhain, I’ll post the link. 🙂
Available now…http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/high-line
Here’s the blurb:
Will giving him the green flag lead to love…or heartache?
The Love of Sports Series, Book 2
CJ Lamont is at the top of the racing world but his winning record is based on a carefully constructed lie. His world falls apart when his ex-wife reveals the truth. As he hits rock bottom, rescue comes from an unexpected source—Garrett Johnson, Hollywood’s hottest leading man.
Garrett’s acting career is taking off, bringing him accolades he’d never imagined. Good friends and family keep his days hopping, but watching his twin brother fall in love exposes the emptiness in Garrett’s life created by the betrayal of his ex-lover.
Garrett offers CJ a place to heal and a shoulder to lean on, telling himself it’s only to keep CJ from taking a more destructive path. But as time passes, the two men grow closer and CJ realizes he has a decision to make—whether to rebuild his fictitious life, or admit to loving a man who shines brighter than the Hollywood stars.
Will he reach for the star or sink back into his old life?
Warning: This title contains hot man love, sticky situations with honey, fast cars and faster men.
Excerpt:
“Actually, how long are you staying in L.A.?” Garrett led him back toward the room he’d woken up in.
“Don’t know. I don’t really have anywhere to go.”
Pain trickled in his heart. His home in Charlotte was besieged by reporters. He’d run to the opposite coast, looking for somewhere he could hide.
“Why don’t I have my security guy, Quentin, go to your hotel, grab your stuff and you can stay here?” Garrett stopped outside his room.
“What about you?” He opened the door, confused.
“I’m leaving in a few days and won’t be around for a month or so.”
CJ forced his body to stay in place while Garrett reached out to cup his cheek. His lips were stroked by a rough thumb. He licked Garret’s skin, tasting salt and something spicy.
Garrett groaned and slid his hand into CJ’s hair, pulling him closer. CJ managed not to tense. God, he wanted to share another kiss with him.
Their lips brushed together with a gentleness he’d never imagined two men could feel. It seemed like Garrett was trying not to make him nervous. Nerves weren’t his problem. Garrett was the only man he’d ever kissed. Denying his urges made it hard to get any experience. He wrapped his arms around Garrett’s waist, leaning against the actor’s chest.
“Open for me,” Garrett ordered softly.
CJ opened his lips, allowing Garrett’s tongue in. He shivered as Garrett teased the roof of his mouth. He moaned and rocked his erection against Garrett’s thigh.
He protested as Garrett eased away from him. “Please.”
“Go to bed,” Garrett murmured. “It’s late.”
“Wait. Why save my ass from that guy and put me up in your house?” He didn’t understand why Garrett would choose to do something for a guy he’d met a year ago and never talked to since.
“Aside from it being one of the finest asses I’ve seen, I don’t know. Probably guilt more than anything else. Someone very close to me slid down the path you’re taking. By the time I noticed, it was too late. If I can help someone else, maybe it’ll atone for my negligence. Besides, remember what I told you the last time I saw you; if you needed anything, I would help you out. Well, I’m thinking you need a friend and I’m willing to be it.” Garrett brushed a quick kiss over CJ’s cheek. “Goodnight.”
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Wave has given High Line 5 out of 5 stars already.
Also, Dana Marie Bell has a book releasing today along with me. 🙂 Very Much Alive is a great story..imo. 🙂 So check that one out when you stop by Samhain to pick up High Line. (Not a very subtle hint, huh?..lol)
And remember Bitter Creek’s Redemption’s next installment will be up tomorrow.
Have a great day.
