Sunday, March 20, 2011

Of Death and Desire - Coming March 23rd


Of Death and Desire
Jude Mason
Genre: m/m romance, historical, paranormal
Publisher: BWLPP Spice
URL: http://bwlpp.com/spice.php

Coming March 23.2011
 

Prologue

October 15, 1898

Dear diary, that's how you're supposed to begin these things, or so I assume.  I never in a million years thought I'd write in one, let alone under these circumstances.  This was Jonathan's doing.  When he asked me to make this entry, it was something I had to do, for him.  He's given up so much.

The beginning.  Yes, that's where I should begin and then let his accounting tell the tale. 

Excerpt:

"Sign here and the place is yours, Jonathan." The elderly Cecil Deveraux, father of the man who'd allowed them to use the house, stood beside him, a gnarled index finger at the line at the bottom of the document where he should sign.

"Thank you, Cecil," he humored the man and leaned forward, affixing his signature and date to the deed. When he put the pen down and straightened up, it felt as if he'd stepped over some threshold into a new life.

Signed and witnessed by the only other occupant in the room, Cecil's bank manager, the house transfer was done. It belonged to Jonathan.

Holding his hand out, Cecil gave a surprisingly strong handshake and said, "I hope you're happy there, Jonathan. I know your friend died there, but life does go on." His voice held a note of distant sadness, as if he, too, understood the loneliness of loss.

"Thank you, Cecil. I'm sure I will be. I just need time, and this house seems the perfect place to let it pass." The paperwork done, the money wired and accepted; Jonathan took his leave. The carriage ride home gave him time to ponder. He knew he had to find a way to get on with his life; somehow he had to get over Philip's death. Writing, perhaps, but not soon. The thought of trying to create something beautiful was beyond him.

He spent the rest of that evening wandering the house, sipping wine and inspecting his new property. Each room held memories of Philip. He'd held him in his arms there in the dining room. They'd made gentle love in each of the bedrooms. They'd gotten crazy drunk one night and blundered through the house naked, fumbling and caressing each other whenever and wherever one would catch the other.

His glass soon emptied and he poured another as his thoughts went from one encounter to another, each more bittersweet than the last. Sprawling in an easy chair in the front room, he let his thoughts follow and embellish on a particularly hot memory of a lovemaking session.

They'd been out drinking with friends and had arrived home very late, and very horny. Stepping through the front door, they'd pulled each others clothes off, fumbling and laughing with each new expanse of naked flesh revealed. Philip had felt well that night and he'd forced Jonathan to his knees even before they'd climbed the stairs.



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