This is a throwback to earlier days of being published…a hot, sexy read (Odd, but after all these years I’ve never figured out what my “voice” is as a writer. Maybe you can tell me?)
From LURE by Carolina Valdez
The man, Angelo Santini, watched her from the bar through hooded eyes. She was some woman—long legs, breasts to die for, and the promise of wild pleasure peeking out from under a skirt that covered just enough and not enough. He felt his body responding inappropriately or, rather, appropriately, he thought with a half smile. He was a man, after all. He sipped his beer and turned his thoughts to his assignment instead. He was here as her backup, not to seduce her. Or be seduced, he thought with a chuckle as he saw her slap her flail.
They hadn’t met, yet he could swear she was looking at him, dancing for him. It was uncanny. Looking right at me, he thought, as he watched her lazily running her hands down her hips and up her inner thighs, stopping just short of her skirt, then, crossing her hands over her breasts, she rocked her derrière in circles as she moved around the pole.
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NOW FOR MY SEXY SATURDAY POST
For the Facebook portion of the Bash, authors were asked, “Who is your sexiest man?” Well, when you write as many m/m erotic romances as I have, it’s a tough call, but I chose Irishman Rory O’Shea. He’s the retired Delta Force operative in AMEN TO LOVE…
His hair was once again combed straight back and tucked neatly behind his ears. Bond couldn’t tell which way he liked it best. Both stirred his cock in his trousers, but his tuxedo jacket was buttoned and partially hid the beginning rise at the soft touch of those warm lips.
O’Shea was resplendent in a dress Celtic kilt and jacket suit of fine wool in charcoal gray. The kilt kissed his thighs just above his knees. Knitted hose ended just below them, their cuffs were turned over and flashes the green of his eyes flipped from them as he walked. Black leather ankle boots, polished to a gleam, covered his feet.
Bond hadn’t known the Irish wore kilts like the Scots did, and he studied the firmly masculine figure before him. He thought those bare knees so sexy he could have fucked Rory right then and there…
Tie ‘Em Up, Hold ‘Em Down is a favorite of mine. It was my first venture into gay erotic fiction, and it earned an honorable mention in The Lories Best Published Novella the year it was launched. Blurb: In the all male, macho world of firefighting, it’s dangerous to be gay. Dane’s determined they’ll be lovers, but Bear’s too terrified they’ll be outed to succumb to love.
Seven Paragraphs: In celebration of Bear having reached the rank of fire captain, they drank champagne from crystal flutes while sitting nude in the spa off his friend Celeste’s living room. White candles flickered in the room, while below them the lights of Vegas twinkled like a salacious Disneyland. The pungent scent of white magnolias floating in low glass vases tickled his nose. Beethoven played softly in the background.
The warm jets pummeled the knots in his muscles. His soft dick floated an inch above his groin, and the bubbling waters teased Celeste’s generous breasts, her dark nipples riding with their motion. While he recognized that most men and some lesbians would love to fondle and tease them, Bear had no desire to touch them. To him they were just breasts. Nice breasts, and he was happy for Celeste that she had them, but they held no appeal for him. The thought of sucking them brought a mild queasiness.
As they toweled off, she said, “The voudrais is open tonight. Would you like to go down? My other friends are already there. I waited for you.”
Je voudrais…I want. The rooms where sexual encounters occurred in deep shadow with participants masked for secrecy. Adulterous, gay, lesbian, ménage, trans, bondage…whatever your fancy, from the darkest wish of the darkest heart to just plain consensual sex, but always with a safe word that meant “Stop.” It had been a long time. It fit his mood. He nodded and slipped into the thick, terry cloth robe she always provided —
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My 7 paragraphs are from Amen To Love, my latest contemporary gay romance. It will be released this fall as a single extended novella and in the General Hospital AmberPax from Amber Allure. AmberPaxes always contain five stories from five different authors. New releases are discounted.
EXCERPT – AMEN TO LOVE
The stranger smiled, and out of a face framed by greasy hair and smudged with grass stains and earth, two stunningly arresting emerald eyes caught his gaze. They took his measure, head to toes. And they invited him for sex. The look said it all. The man hadn’t spoken a word or made any gesture, but there was absolute certainty in his posture that this would happen. The hairs rose on Bond’s neck and arms and his pulse kicked up.
It was a look beyond any Bond had recalled ever experiencing with any other man. Not even the initial one from the man who had once been his lover. What he’d felt for that partner and what they’d had together instantly faded from his thoughts as if it had never been. Good Lord, you’d think I was young again. And still a virgin.
He might have scoffed, but instead he stopped. His mind imploded with visions of being in bed with this man, tangled in sheets damp with sweat, their bodies naked, wet, and slippery with their cum. The scintillating smell of sex was pungent in the air.
He knew this man’s touch on his arousal would bring searing heat and pleasure beyond bearing. Bond’s every nerve ending flooded him with sensations with the knowledge that fucking this man would be primal, rough and primitive. Cataclysmic. More satisfying than any encounter with any other man had ever been. They would make love, and then they would do it again. Simply being together would set off the need, the urgency.
Bond’s dick threatened to surge in response. His tongue stuck to his mouth as his breath caught in his throat.
The look also said, “I will have you. I am your man. You are my destiny.”
My contribution is a high school gay reunion love story. I was intrigued to learn of an antique strain of English sheep saved by Beatrix
Potter, and I discovered a herd in Oregon! While Jon leaves high school to become a rock star Wendell stays home on the family sheep farm.
Cheers rose as the house lights dimmed and the maroon velvet stage curtain parted. The stage lights were on–smoky and soft. Jon Badd and Mark Winston walked around with their guitars strapped over their shoulders and chests, trailing cords like tails sprouting from Jon’s green Gretsch and Mark’s Fender. Hamilton Garr sat down at the drums, sticks poised. Jon strummed the opening chords, and Mark’s bass filled in as Hamilton’s sticks struck the drums. They were off and running. The amps blared, and Jon’s voice swelled as the music surrounded the fans with sound. They clapped and stomped. Then settled in and listened.
Wendell had heard the band perform in the early days of their success, and that they’d grown even better amazed him. Standing in the wings, one hand in his slacks pocket, his emotions soared. A mixture of excitement, pride and love rushed through him any time Jon took the stage, and it had never changed. He’d hoped feeling this way was over for him. Now he doubted it ever would be.
Carolina Valdez’s 7 sexy paragraphs from HOLE IN ONE-–
In the golf club lounge, Greg had just finished a croissant sandwich loaded with turkey, cheese and tomato and was cleaning his hands on a napkin when he spotted someone out of his past across the room.
Rio Vargas.
The pulses in his throat throbbed. His mouth went dry. Images flooded his memory.
They’d been so young–maybe nineteen–playing in an international collegiate tournament when they’d met. They’d had a smoldering, three-night affair. It wasn’t Greg’s first time with a male, but it was the first and only time it had meant more than sex to him.
Days, it was a wonder they could swing a club at all after staying up most of the night talking and fucking their balls off, but, even though shaky, they’d managed to play. And play well. At night, they’d laughed themselves silly over how out of it they’d been and how successful. Then the laughter would fade into a blend of hungry mouths and hands touching and rubbing, of cocks pulsing as sensual ecstasy thundered through them in utter abandon.
The tournament ended. So did the affair. They’d returned to their respective countries, separated by almost five thousand miles. Like so many guys that age, they weren’t into writing, but Greg had sent one letter. When there was no response, he hadn’t written again. Or called. An overseas call didn’t fit his wallet, and he wasn’t eager for another rebuff like the unanswered letter.
He’d always thought the loss of this friendship was because he’d beaten the gifted Vargas in the final round. It gave Team USA the win over Team Madrid. Still, he’d wake from a dream in the night and the image, the feel and taste of that lover would be there. He’d lie in the darkness for hours before he could claim sleep again.
This week authors are providing snippets of their favorite heroines with 7 words, sentences or paragraphs. My paragraphs are fromAvalanche!, a winter romance. Gold medalist skier Chad Jenkins is injured on ski patrol leader Seri Lohan’s watch. Trapped in his chalet by a blizzard while she nurses him, sexual tensions emerge. Chad attempts seduction to keep her there, but he’s broken her heart before. Seri’s determined not to let him do it again.
In the bathroom Seri removed her after-ski boots and outerwear, rid herself of the discomfort of a bra over her full breasts all day and shed her black panties. She slipped under the covers beside him wearing only her long, black silk thermals. He stirred and quieted. She curled near him, just close enough to share her body warmth and stop his shivers.
Falling instantly asleep as if drugged, she stirred briefly when she felt someone brushing the tendrils of hairs that had escaped from her braid back from her face. Opening her eyes, she saw that she and Chad now faced each other.
“Hi,” he said, his voice soft. He smelled of the emergency room’s antiseptic and soap. In the flickering light of the banked fire, his eyes had darkened to lapis lazuli.
That’s who he is in real life, she thought. Someone deep and mysterious who keeps his thoughts close to his chest. This was the Chad she knew.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
His lips, warm and soft, closed on hers.
Desire threaded through her body. Alarm bells rang distantly in her head. Thankfully, Chad went back to sleep, and she didn’t think he was aware she hadn’t returned his kiss. It had been shit hard, but she hadn’t done all the things she’d wanted to do with that mouth, that desire-igniting mouth with its warmth and all encompassing sweetness. She turned away. Her feelings for him hadn’t changed since high school. And she was a fool.
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You Were Born To Excel. Permission Granted is the enticing invitation on the Navy SEAL website. Lieutenant Shane Powell took that permission at face value, proving his excellence and earning a place on the foremost of the counter-terrorism special warfare SEAL teams. When traumatic physical injuries sustained in battle robbed him of the hard-earned excellence necessary for his job, he left the Navy. He slipped away, cutting ties with everyone he knew there to wrestle with his emotional turmoil alone.
Lieutenant Michael Fremont, Shane’s SEAL teammate, and secret lover, is deeply hurt by the sudden silence and unexplained, abrupt end to their personal relationship. His search to locate the man he loves to demand answers for why he’d done this turns up nothing…until a chance encounter brings about a reunion Shane resists.
Mike would be satisfied with a simple return to a platonic friendship if Shane isn’t up to anything more. But SEALs never leave a buddy behind, and he will not allow his former lover to withdraw from the wider world.
Considering Shane’s resistance to him, just how successful Mike will be is up for grabs…
MARCH 1 is My SEXY SATURDAY TIME AGAIN! Here are my seven sentences from FREQUENTLY, SECRETLY, a gay erotic short story.
The Story:
It can’t be true, but it is. Too smart, too flawed, deeply closeted and not quite twenty, Robert Knoblock is a virgin.
It takes persuasion from Quinn, a valued friend, for the theoretical physics major to even consider risking the big leap to have sex with a man.
Robbie is used to thinking in terms of E=MC2 and not in terms of sexual chemistry. Although the thought of a physical encounter excites him, he also wonders how it might occur, and with whom? It could happen in the dark, with a stranger he’d never see again, but that would be too easy. It also would be all wrong for him. No, Robbie decides, it needs to happen with someone he likes, someone who shares the same feelings and, most of all, a guy who will keep their wild, unleashed sex life a secret. No way will he break his family’s heart by revealing he’s gay.
Robby nervously begins his search for the right candidate, but will he ever find the guy who will be the perfect fit?
EXCERPT – GAY 18 AND OVER Setting: Robbie’s college apartment rooms
Someone rapped on the door, and assuming Quinn was after me again, I opened it.
Anson was there, his arms folded, not laughing, not even smiling. “Can I come in?”
The sight of him standing there, his blond hair tousled and his shirt hanging out of his short cargo pants, overwhelmed me. A rush of feelings so complex and needy left me wordless. Isn’t this what I wanted…him in my room? But in my room naked, his cock stiff and pointing at me and a condom sealed in foil in his hand. It was foolish of me, but I couldn’t resist. I stepped back and waved him in.
In this hop you’ll read 7 words, sentences or paragraphs of a published book or work in progress by participating authors. Mine are from LURE. Look for it soon on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ARe and Smashwords. THE STORY – To lure the killer of two women into the open, and find evidence of illegal gun sales by the owner of a seedy bar called Pinky’s Club, ATFE sends Special Agent Karin Woodhall undercover as an exotic dancer. Unfortunately, Angelo, her new back-up finds her too sensual to resist. Anguished over her safety in the dangerous world of bikers, drugs and weapons, Angelo ignores the powerful woman’s ability to protect herself and demands she withdraw from the job. Karin adamantly refuses, setting up a tension between them that heightens the danger as they work this assignment.
SCENE: Pinky’s Bar. It’s Karin’s time to perform her pole dance.
A slit in the curtain through which the dancers entered allowed Karin to study the audience. The circular entertainment area was lower than the rest of the club, and although anyone in the club could see the performers, there was a single row of chairs along the wall in the well of the dance area. Velvet curtains on the walls added to the feeling of intimacy for those seated there. It also created a kind of faux privacy for customers who didn’t want others to know their secret fantasies. In the center was a dais with the pole which, in Karin’s opinion, was too close to the customers. She had to walk through an opening in the curtains and step up onto the dais. Great time for them to get a look at what her thong exposed despite the skirt.
She had a good view of the bar. Just before it was her turn to dance, a man came in and slid onto a stool, half turning toward the dance area. He was NFL linebacker size, but he looked to be an easy-breezy guy, Karin thought. There was something about the way he moved, as if he knew he possessed a latent power, that caused a fluttering in her chest. As he reached for a beer, his chest muscles could be seen rippling even under the loose T-shirt he wore. The shirt looked like it had seen many washings. A five o’clock shadow, scruffy haircut, and faded, loose jeans completed his look. Dropping one leg off the stool as he turned to watch the dancing revealed a significant unaroused bulge in his groin area.
A man’s man and, most definitely, a woman’s man. Something stirred deep in her center. Now there was someone she could dance for.
Her name was announced, and, making an impulsive decision, Karin smiled and stepped through the curtains. With a vision of the man in mind, she mounted the platform with a tantalizing flash of thigh and butt. Then, legs spread in a stance of power, she stood, hands at her waist. Flicking her whip, she rocked her hips, then lifted the back of her hair and let it sift through her hands as she peered down at the watchers with a come-hither-kneel-before-me look.
“Come to Daddy, baby, come to Daddy,” one of the men in the inner circle called.
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