Thursday, October 20, 2011

What to read

Today, I thought I'd share a few bits from books of mine I hope you'll check out. Some of these will be new, some older, but on the internet, that doesn't really matter. Books will remain for sale as long as the publisher is satisfied with sales, and I'll keep my books out for as long as you all like them.

Here Puss
ISBN: 978-1-55487-927-4
Categories: GLBT, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romance
Publisher: eXtasy Books

Jack Burns and Samuel Dresser are a young gay couple who love their cabin by the lake. On this occasion, Jack arrives at their secluded retreat a day before Samuel and prepares for his lover's arrival. Excitement turns to terror when a big cat appears as the couple make love in the great outdoors. Will the big cat cause more trouble than the lover's can handle? Or will a twist of fate and nature add some spice to the lover's weekend?

      Samuel took a deep breath and hitched up his pack. The last couple of dozen meters he wanted to make it look as if he'd simply breezed in, rather than struggled under the weight of bringing too much gear. He knew he had. His short brown hair was damp with sweat, but Jack would hopefully assume it was from the heat, not the strain. His shirt clung to his chest and back. His cut-offs chafed and tugged, and not at all in a nice way. Only his hiking boots seemed somehow cool and they were the most substantial thing he wore.

       Peering at the lake, Samuel saw their canoe tied to the makeshift wharf. No sign of his partner though, and he started across the grass towards the cabin. "Ja…" His breath caught, the word froze half-spoken.

       Jack, much as he'd imagined, strode out of the water--naked, a towel in one hand, he stopped only when he'd reached a thick patch of grass next to the chopping block. The blade of an axe lay buried in the block, its handle thrust up, apparently a convenient place to hang the towel once he'd dried his shoulder-length, brown hair. He watched appreciatively, while Jack's thick cock swung from thigh to thigh every time he moved.

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Sam, the Man
Publisher Total E-Bound
ISBN: 978-0-85715-639-6
Genre: m/m, contemporary, mild BDSM

When Gregg Jackson’s wife passes away after a prolonged illness, can the care giving, flamboyantly gay, Sam Nicholson, convince him that being a bad boy is a good thing?


Chapter Two

Opening the front door, he was thrilled to see Greg approaching him and said, "Get out of those clothes and kneel." He swished passed his lover, tossed his coat on the chair and headed for the kitchen. Behind him, he heard Greg's soft curse and then a thump. Turning, he stifled the chuckle that threatened. He'd pushed his jeans down to the tops of his boots then tried to get out of the boots. Again. He'd toppled over. The curse had been when he realised he'd lost his balance, the thump was when his butt hit the floor, or so Sammy assumed. He'd have a bruise for sure.

Placing his hand on his hip, he pointed out, "If you'd just take the damn boots off first…"

Greg looked at him, scowled, then lowered his eyes. "Yeah, I know. I'm just in a hurry."

"Sir?" He waggled his eyebrows.

Greg smiled, adding, "Sir."

"Get naked, boy." The words sent a shiver of pleasure running up his spine. He loved the feeling of power his control over Greg gave him.

"Yes, Sir," Greg said, in that deep sexy voice he used only when they the two of them were going into a scene. Jeans and boots finally formed a small pile beside him on the door mat. His shirt followed, a crumpled pile of white cotton. Finally, he wriggled out of his underpants and tossed them on the heap. He turned to face Sammy. "Here, Sir?"

Before he answered, he went into the kitchen and got a glass of white wine. Standing in the doorway, he said, "In front of the couch. Face away from it." He watched and sipped, as the lovely man crawled to the specified spot. Greg knelt, turned away from the couch, making sure his back was straight and his knees spread wide apart. With his hands behind his back, his thickening cock was in full view.

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Of Death and Desire - re-released 
Publisher BWLPP
ISBN: 9781926965697
Genre: historical, m/m, mild BDSM, romance

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. 

Jonathan Strand—artist, author, wealthy due to an inheritance from his parents who'd died years ago. My Jonathan—tall, slender, dark-haired, and dark-eyed—has a Mediterranean look about him that drives me wild. Yes, we're lovers, and have been since I turned twenty-four.

Two years old than I, Jonathan was twenty-seven, and I, well into my twenty-fifth year, when I became ill. At first, we thought it was just a passing ailment that would take its toll and then fade, as so many disorders do. Unfortunately, that's not what happened.

Consumption doesn't simply go away. There's little treatment for it, and what there is does little good.

Before I became too ill, we traveled to New Orleans—a final vacation together, arranged by him, of course. Friends, good ones, owned a property there, and offered it to us for as long as we wanted to stay. We jumped at the opportunity to get away together, and what better place to spend the last days of one's life.

Little did we know what would transpire while we were there. But, that's for Jonathan to tell.

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