July 8, 2013
May 5, 2013
Gant pulled the towel from his hair as the washroom door was sharply closed. He frowned and looked at the door, wondering if he’d missed something. Shrugging, he dropped the towel and quickly pulled on pair of loose sleep pants. He usually didn’t bother with the top but he thought he’d better wear one tonight. Will seemed to be particularly nervous at sleeping by his side.
Sighing, Gant pulled on the top and flopped down on the bed, wishing it was already next morning. He firmly believed it was going to be a long night.
As if in confirmation, Will walked out of the washroom, clad only in a towel. “Doesn’t this place run to robes?” he asked.
“Apparently, just lots of towels.” Gant grinned, eyes tracking up and down Will’s body. He made himself glance away before Will realized what he was doing.
Will looked unsure for a moment before he grabbed his night attire and took it back into the washroom.
Gant was at once both relieved and frustrated. He would have loved to see Will in all his naked glory, but knew very well it would have been a mistake. He rolled off the bed and turning back the covers he slid underneath them, and lay back, waiting for Will to return, which he did almost immediately. Will glanced at Gant lying in the bed but didn’t say anything. He walked swiftly around to the other side and climbed into the bed.
Still not looking at him, Will flicked off the light bar over the bed, saying, “See you in the morning,” as he did so.
Gant felt the bed dip as Will settled. Gant allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dim light before turning to look at Will. The man was lying on his back, his arms placed rigidly by his side on top of the covers. He looked more like a statue than a living man and seemed decidedly uncomfortable.
“Relax, Will, or neither of us is going to get any sleep,” Gant said gently. “You trust me, don’t you? And I trust you. Just relax.”
Softly, Will spoke, “Of course I trust you. I’ll try. I’m not even sure why I feel so tense.”
Gant didn’t say anything else; he just turned onto his side, his back to Will. He kept his breathing as even as he could, listening. After a few moments, the bed dipped again as Will also turned over, and eventually he heard Will’s breathing slow and even out. When he thought Will was finally asleep, Gant allowed himself to relax.
* * * *
Surely it can’t be morning already, Gant thought, feeling more tired that he expected. Then as he became more aware, he realized it wasn’t the approaching dawn that had woken him, it was the weight of the arm thrown across his hip. He was still lying on his side but now he was facing Will and sometime during the night, Will had draped his arm over Gant’s side, his fingers splayed on the small of Gant’s back.
The warmth and weight of Will’s arm and hand on his skin sent goose bumps skittering along his spine, and Gant had to stifle a gasp as his cock rose in response to the sensation. But though Gant would have liked nothing better than to indulge his senses with Will, he acknowledged that the feelings welling in him were not just those of sexual desire. He was filled with an emotional need to take care of Will, to protect him and ensure he received whatever it was he wanted from life. He wished that Will could reciprocate the feeling, that Will could feel that same need in respect of him, but he knew that was expecting too much.
Will’s face was only inches from Gant’s. He could feel the gentle breaths wafting towards him. Gant hadn’t even realized he had lifted his hand to caress the beloved face until he saw his own hand a mere inch from Will’s face. Reluctantly, Gant lowered his hand. At least he could look his fill while Will was asleep. It was just a shame that his eyes were closed, Gant felt he could happily fall into the depths of those deep blue eyes and never come out. Smiling at his own sentimentality, Gant knew he couldn’t indulge himself like this; it would only hurt him in the end, though that was most likely going to happen anyway. It was hard to avoid when your feelings were unrequited.
Very carefully, Gant slid out from under Will’s arm but before he was free, Will mumbled something under his breath, frowned and then rolled onto his back, his arm slipping from Gant’s body. Taking one last look at Will, Gant swung his legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced over at the window and saw that dawn was indeed rising. Knowing there was no way he could get back into bed with Will, Gant stood and moved quietly to the washroom.
April 22, 2013
Finally sorted out the delay with Amazon and ‘Twists and Turns’ is now for sale on Kindle!
September 9, 2012
Welcome to the first post in my new twice weekly series the 25% Excerpts. Below you’ll find an excerpt that commences at the 25% point in my m/m novella SMOKE SCREEN, which was the first story I ever had published. By chance the excerpt contains a scene that I’d normally consider NC17:).
It wasn’t the first time he’d been attracted to another man; he’d known for some years that his tastes went either way, but he had never before had such feelings for anyone, not of either sex. He was completely bowled over by the depth of his emotion for Julian.
That was only the beginning. Richard couldn’t stop watching Julian. He watched the way Julian controlled his horse when they went riding, loved to see the easy strength of the man. He observed the way the younger man moved when they fenced, the coiled tension in his body. He liked nothing better than to watch Julian’s mouth as he spoke, as he ate, following the motion as he swallowed and Richard couldn’t help the reaction in his groin.
When they went to the Boxing Club, Richard found he couldn’t help but admire the delineation of Julian’s muscles and considered how they would feel beneath his fingers. Then he wondered how it would feel to have those same elegant fingers on his body…
Then the fantasies started.
It was dark in the box and Richard chose to sit at the back, even more in the shadows, and let his mind wander back to the very first fantasy he’d ever had; his first and his favourite.
He was in his study and Julian was in the window seat, just as it really happened when he’d had his epiphany, only this time when the younger man looked up and smiled Richard rose and walked over to him. Julian looked a little afraid and his mouth was slightly open as if he was going to ask a question but no words came. So slowly, Richard leaned down and covered that delicious mouth with his own. Julian gasped a little in shock but when Richard’s hands came to rest on his shoulders encouraging him to rise, the younger man got to his feet eagerly. They stared at each other for a moment then by mutual silent consent their lips met again, mouths opened and Richard sighed with utter contentment as he tasted Julian for the first time.
Slowly in Richard’s fantasy, the scene changed and they were lying naked in his bed. Richard was learning first hand what it felt like to touch and be touched by the man he had come to realise he loved so very much and in this little private world of his, Julian loved him back.
Julian was kissing his chest and brushing his fingers over Richard’s nipples as he moved his hands up and down Julian’s spine and over his buttocks. The men writhed against each other. Lips were kissing and nipping everywhere they could reach, creating heat that raced along nerves till each man was shivering with desire. Their cocks slid past each other with every move, creating more and more friction until Richard was panting with the need to come and with the need to see the look in Julian’s eyes as his own orgasm hit.
Reliving the fantasy sitting in the dark as the music reached its crescendo, all Richard felt was despair that he would never really see what Julian looked like in the throes of ecstasy.
Julian looked at his pocket-watch again and decided he was doing the right thing by making his way directly to the ball. The evening had been a disaster from the beginning and he had seriously thought about just going home when it was clear that his carriage was damaged beyond repair in the accident. It was only the thought of Richard wondering what had happened to him that made him determined to keep going. It had taken some time to sort out the mess with the other driver who at least had the decency to admit it had been entirely his fault. The man was in a hurry to meet his lady friend as he had been running late; hence he had taken the corner too fast and was unable to control his vehicle, colliding with Sir Julian.
Luckily, neither humans nor horses had been injured, though his carriage was damaged beyond using again that night.
March 12, 2012
My popular gay contemporary novella, TACTICS, has been re-released today!
Colin and Michael are best friends. They always have been, but neither of them has ever been willing to admit there might be more to it. When Colin is suddenly injured in an accident, though, Michael starts to realize that he can’t hide his deeper feelings for his friend.
Should Michael act on his feelings, or will Colin turn him away? Using the careful strategy of a game of chess, Colin and Michael dance around the idea that they can deepen their relationship, but there’s a lot more at stake than just bragging rights. Can Michael and Colin win at love?
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December 12, 2011
BLURB : Patrick and Adam have been a couple for one month and Patrick wants to celebrate the occasion with his lover by doing something romantic. Of course, what one considers romantic all depends….
EXCERPT : Even though he was tired he couldn’t help but wish Adam was here, but his lover was still at his conference in Washington. The last time Patrick spoke to Adam, about nine that morning, Adam had told him that he didn’t expect to be home until the next afternoon, but he planned to be home in time to have dinner with Patrick that next evening.
Patrick let the water run over his body as he contemplated what he would cook for dinner the next night. Adam was probably expecting to eat out, or maybe order something in, but Patrick had a more personal agenda in mind. Something special – something romantic. Would candles be too much?
He wondered if Adam would remember what tomorrow was. Probably not. Adam was pragmatic and it probably wouldn’t even occur to him to celebrate the anniversary of their first month together. But that didn’t imply it wouldn’t mean something to him. It would, just as much as it did to Patrick, but whereas Patrick would quite happily admit it, Adam would more than likely brush it off with some throw away line. He liked to pretend he wasn’t romantic, but Adam Petersen could be as romantic as the next man, and more so than some Patrick had known.
December 11, 2011
I’ve arranged to self-publish my paranormal gay romance set around the Golden Gate Bridge.
Out of work historian Anthony is working on the Golden Gate bridge project during the Great Depression when he meets Michael, and falls in love. He also decides to make a time capsule about the men he works with, but when Michael has a terrible accident, everything comes to a screeching halt.
In 2007, Paul is having dreams about his lover Jake being in grave danger. Will the content of the time capsule from all those years ago explain his fears?
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“He was you, Jake, in the dream. It doesn’t matter that he had a different name, he was you. Okay, maybe the clothes and the hairstyle were different but everything else about you was just the same, everything. You…he seemed to fall forever, tumbling over and over until he finally hit the hillside below. I saw his body all tangled up with the scaffolding. It was…” Paul shuddered.
“Hillside?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. Didn’t I say? He was working on the arch pylon near the south support towers.”
Jake was quiet for a moment; he couldn’t tell Paul but he was disquieted by the similarity of the position of the accident in Paul’s dream and the discussion he’d been having that evening with the other bridge engineers.
Paul reached forward, picked up the glass and downed the last of his whisky. “I had that dream for a reason, Jake. It’s a warning.”
Jake brought his thoughts back to the realm of common sense. “Paul, I only recently showed you the box in the South Tower and you were itching to touch. You’ve been talking for days about investigating the contents as soon as you get permission. It’s no wonder you dreamed about that time.”
Paul shrugged but didn’t speak and Jake went on, “Then tonight you search the web, read everything you can about the original construction, right? Are you really surprised you dreamed it? Okay, so you added the touch of you and me to it. That doesn’t really surprise me either,” he smiled. “You were still pretty much yourself in the dream. Not sure why you cast me as a riveter,” he said with a frown, his brow clearing as he added, “Oh, of course the bucket of rivets in the tower room. It was all just a projection, Paul.”
“No, it was more than that, Jake. I know what my dreams are usually like and this wasn’t one of them. I’m not letting my imagination run away with me here. This was so…real. Jake, I experienced six months in that…reality. Every single day for six months, three of them as your lover and,” he dipped his head and said quietly, “though making love with Mike was a little different.”
That piqued Jake’s interest. “Different, what do you mean? You said he was me, in your dream.” Lord, he hoped it hadn’t been better. God, what I am I saying, it was a damned dream!
Paul lifted his head and Jake saw the mischief in his eyes and was glad that at least he seemed to have gotten past his initial distress. “Well, showers weren’t as common in those days and we didn’t have one.” Jake grinned at this; shower sex was one of his favorites. “But Mike liked water as much as you do, so we bathed together and…”
“You had sex in the tub?” Jake grinned, licking his lips. “Tell me about it.”
Paul’s eyes opened wide but he smiled knowingly, “Seriously?”
Paul laughed then sobered. “I’ll tell you this, Jake, I have never had sex in a tub and that was so damned real I want to do it…again…with you.” Jake’s heartbeat increased at the need in Paul’s voice. “It was a pretty large tub, but still it was a tight fit for us and he knelt while he washed me…”
“Like I do in the shower,” Jake commented, his voice a rasp.
“Yeah, just like that,” Paul hold Jake’s gaze, a flush slowly suffusing his face. “Long strokes down my back and swirls over my chest with special attention to my nipples before you move oh so slowly down to my groin… and you know what a turn on that is.”
“Not so different then,” Jake said softly. He was now sitting on the edge of his seat.
Paul didn’t answer the comment but continued his description. “I washed him too and he was already hard when he positioned me in front of him virtually in his lap. He slipped his hand underneath me in the warm water and began to open me up. He was very slow and gentle and somehow half lying in that warm water it felt very erotic and when he thought I was ready he lifted me and, I know this sounds odd, but I felt as if the water was holding me as he slowly lowered me onto him.”
Listening, Jake was jealous of this other ‘him’ in Paul’s dream and wasn’t that weird.
“I wanted to help, wanted to move down to meet him but I couldn’t get any proper purchase and he told me to leave it to him. So he held me tightly and he pushed up into me…slowly at first but faster and harder until he was powering into me. The water was rising and falling, sloshing over the sides until the level dropped and it just made waves. I felt like I was riding on the water, and I felt…pressure surge through me, the heat inside me built and built until he shot into me and I came without even being touched. God, you were magnificent!”
Jake’s heart was pounding. “Crap, Paul I wish that had been real, that it had been me that made you feel like that.”
Paul blushed, “Yeah, me too. You really want to try it sometime?”
“Fuck yeah! We can try later if you want,” Jake said, his voice almost a growl. “My tub should be big enough, right?”
November 22, 2011
I’ve just arranged the publication of my short fantasy story, THE WRONG PATH.
BLURB: Nobleman Zeke is on his way to meet with his betrothed partner when his carriage breaks down, leaving him stranded. Crispin is leaving his cheating lover when he comes across Zeke on the road. The chemistry is immediate, and Zeke has never been more grateful for a little magic, or for a little fate. Are he and Crispin meant to be?
November 16, 2011
The rights of one of my earliest publications, A MILLION PINPRICKS, has reverted to me and, with a little polishing and a new cover, I have published the science fiction story myself.
Taylor Sterling has everything under control. He’s young, wealthy, and he’s got his own small spaceship, leading a mission to collect astronomical data.
He’s got Joel, too. Joel’s his main engineer as well as a friend, and their relationship s quickly becoming all he could ask for. When a bad decision leads his ship and crew into real danger,Taylor learns that having it all isn’t as easy as he thought, and that it takes only a split second to lose it. Can he and Joel survive his mistakes?
November 2, 2011
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When Richard met Phillip, he found someone who did everything humanly possible to make his life better. The problem was, the longer they were friends, the better a person Phillip proved to be and, in the end, the worse Richard treated him; anything to avoid confessing the truth. If Phillip weren’t so good and decent, maybe Richard could be worthy of his kindness. If Richard could just be honest about his feelings, he’d be worthy of so much more.
Philip watched from his window as Richard’s car went by yet again. Twice tonight, surely that had to mean something. They had both been extremely busy on different projects for a while, but that didn’t usually stop Richard from dropping in for a chat whenever he could grab a minute. Yet Richard had been conspicuous by his absence from Philip’s office during most of the last week.
Philip sipped his wine, wondering if Richard had decided to take the bull by the horns and face him at last. He was sick of putting up with Richard’s crap. Not that he didn’t understand — he probably understood better than Richard did. So much so that he had been seriously debating cornering Richard and challenging the man. Philip had only allowed Richard to go as far as he had because he knew how hard it was for Richard to accept what was happening. Knowing that feelings weren’t something Richard handled easily at the best of times, Philip knew that coming to terms with this would be even harder. But it had been months now, and Philip wasn’t prepared to accept it much longer. If Richard didn’t say something soon, then Philip would. The only other option would be for one of them to move on, and Philip couldn’t accept that.
Ooh, interesting. He’s parking. Philip moved back slightly from his window so as not to be seen from the street. If Richard had finally — finally — made up his mind, Philip was not about to spoil things. He smiled and then he drained his glass.