So, I have a short MM story, 6800 words, coming out in Excessica’s ‘Like Magnets, We Attract’ anthology due April 13/09 in Ebook, and in print sometime soon after. In honor of - I’ll include an excerpt below (I’ll post a hotter excerpt on the actual release day.)
Good news for The Summoner, too. I finally found someone to reprint my darling firstborn novel. It took a while – who knew doing too well in the first place would be a bad thing, but apparently that’s what happened. I was turned down by three other publishers because a: re-prints don’t sell as well and b: ‘The Summoner’ was ‘too heavily reviewed’ on its original printing almost 2 years ago. Thankfully, Lyrical Press has picked my baby up and plans to release - rerelease - in August. As that date gets closer, I’ll post a few new excerpts and a fabo new cover.
That’s it, friendly folks. Thanks for reading.
‘Lucky’ in Excessica’s ‘Like Magnets, We Attract’ Anthology coming April 13/09
Excerpt: MM
I’d thought Josh had already left for Thanksgiving. Most everyone else has. Leo’s getting into his eighty-thousand dollar beater right now. Yep, folding that smokin’ long-legged frame right in there.
I realize I’m staring and make myself turn away. There are no leaves to blow over in this corner, but who cares?
Not me.
I could give a shit if Josh Camden kisses Leo Schyler goodbye. I don’t even know the guy. Either guy. Whatever.
The blower only partially masks the sound of Leo’s Porsche 911 roaring off into the sunset. It fully covers the sound of Joshua’s footsteps approaching. His hand on my arm makes me jump.
I cut the blower and the hush of a late fall twilight crashes in on us.
“Hey there,” he says. His voice is soft enough that I might not have heard it if the whole world hadn’t suddenly turned so darn quiet.
“Hey,” I say back. Crap. So much for the ‘shoulda, coulda, wouldas’ I’d thought up should this opportunity ever present itself again.
The waning November light makes his eyes look more grey than green. Moss touched slate. And his mouth…Good God, what an amazing, pouty, cock-sucking mouth he has.
A smirk curves his full lips, probably because I’m ogling them. Cashmere covered fingers trail up my arm. “I’m done hinting,” he says.
Josh’s hand reaches my cheek, skims around to cup my nape, and his lips mash hard against my own. My mouth’s fallen wide open, so it’s really no problem for his tongue to thrust inside and wrestle with mine.
My cock leaps to attention. ‘Hey, Josh!’ it says. ‘Wanna fuck? Right here? Right now? D’ya wanna?’
His long wool coat parts as he pushes his body against me. His cock, just as hard as mine, bruises my thigh.
The last ray of sunlight dies.
We have one blessed minute of darkness, groping and moaning, before headlights sweep over us. Stop on us. We freeze; my hands on his ass; his arms around my neck. Both of us red cheeked, swollen lipped.
“Our chariot,” Josh says. His voice has a husky quaver. It complements the faint southern twang nicely.