Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Far Away Promises Now Available

Yippee!
Okay, now that I have that out of my system, I am so excited that my dream of becoming a published author has finally come true.
I know I have been a little lax in keeping my postings up-to-date, but life has been a little crazy since moving in lock, stock and barrel with my elderly dad to help assist him in his daily living. He is such an independent person and has a stubborn streak a mile wide.
He gave me quite the scare yesterday morning and is now in the hospital undergoing testing to see whether or not he suffered a mild heart attack. He wants to come home today, but we will have to wait and see what the doctor says.
My dad is really cute though. He is almost just as excited about my book as I am. Here's another taste of Far Away Promises to wet your appetite!




Excerpt:

“I’m sorry to be so depressing tonight. I don’t mean to spoil our first dinner together. I promise to enjoy the evening and not think about might-have-beens anymore.” For a second, Varick thought he saw the same strange look in those captivating hazel eyes he’d noticed earlier, but it was gone so quickly, he chalked it up to his own anxious mood and let it go.
“That’s one promise I’ll see to it that you keep. Now, let’s take a look at the menu shall we? I’ve built up quite an appetite from a long day’s work and I’ve a feeling that both of us will need as much strength as we can muster for what will be coming after dessert.”
Varick immediately looked down at the menu Shana had placed on the table in front of him, purposely ignoring Cal’s very direct comment on what they would be doing after dinner. Cal’s deep chuckle only made him bury himself even further into his menu at the same time feeling his cock straining through his casual khaki slacks, already excited by the prospect of the upcoming events of the night. Swiftly, that same hot hand moved from his knee to his crotch, rubbing his cock through the two thin layers of material, until Varick thought he would come right there in the restaurant. Not having anything between his thick shaft and Cal’s skillful hand other than the light barrier of his clothing would surely be the end of him.
Cal whispered, “Ah, your cock is full of anticipation for this evening. I’ll make sure it won’t be disappointed. Now you must remember where we are, Varick. You’re not to come right now, is that understood?”
Varick didn’t dare say anything as it would just come out in a deep groan so he let his eyes do the talking, pleading with Cal. Part of him wanted Cal to stop before he embarrassed himself by coming in his pants, while another part loved the uninhibited thrill of being controlled by Cal right under the noses of the other restaurant patrons. The submissive side won out as Varick gave into the overwhelming feelings, leaning back slightly to give Cal more room to play underneath the table.
Varick felt his stiffened cock pushing even harder against the layers of thin material and his balls tightening under Cal’s accomplished stroking. He closed his eyes, blocking out the outside world, concentrating only on both the exquisite pain and pleasure caused by Cal’s touch. He began panting in short breaths, trying desperately not to come as ordered. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Cal suddenly stopped his erotic petting, bringing his long arm back up from under the table.
“Very good, Varick. You’ve shown decent control over your sensual needs. Bear in mind, this was just a small test to see what you can handle. I’ll be anxious to find out later on this evening just how far your control can be pushed.”
His breathing returned to a more normal cadence, Varick had the courage to look Cal straight in the eye, a little angry and a lot frustrated over his little test. “You have the upper hand now as we’re in public. I don’t wish to cause a scene for Shana’s sake. Just what makes you think I’ll submit to you once we’re alone?” Even in a sitting position, Cal easily loomed over him, dominating their intimate space.
“Oh my, the young pup is baring his fangs. Be careful, I think your frustration is showing. Believe me, whelp, I’ll have you begging on your knees for a good, thorough fucking many times over before the night is through.”
The assertive declaration made his pulse quicken, but still part of him hesitated in giving all of himself over to Cal. Backing down, Varick tore his eyes away from the intense gaze and back to his forgotten menu, muttering under his breath, to no one in particular. “We’ll just see who ends up begging who.”
“Did you say something, Varick?”“Nothing.” A low laugh sent shivers down his spine. Varick had the feeling he was in for an unforgettable evening.


Far Away Promises now available from eXtasy Books

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

I'm Getting Published!

Wow! I can't believe my dream has come true. The wonderful folks at eXtasy Books has contracted my first story with a release date of July 15th. I am so excited. Here's a little excerpt from my story, Far Away Promises, a scifi m/m romance.


Varick ascended the ladder once again and went about working on the lantern between the last two windows. As he painted, his thoughts invariably wandered in the direction they had been going over and over again for the last two weeks. He wondered whatever happened to Cal. After their brief encounter that Saturday morning on his front lawn, he hadn’t seen him again. The sensible part of him thought he should be glad he hadn’t run into him. He had to admit to himself that Cal’s dominating presence had been both daunting as well as exciting. He couldn’t trust himself not to start something that he would more than likely live to regret later. Varick finished up the last lantern while lost in his thoughts. A deep familiar voice invaded his musings, stopping him in his last brushstroke.
“Well, you may have no knack for anything mechanical, but I see that you have hidden talents elsewhere. I wonder what others you may harbor that have yet to be discovered.”
Adrenalin pumping through his veins, Varick held his breath and glanced down the ladder, once again looking straight into those same bright hazel eyes that had plagued his dreams every night for the last two weeks.
“Come down.”
Without a thought, Varick obeyed, leaving his palette and brushes on the top of the stepladder. Upon reaching the sidewalk, strong hands grabbed his own and pushed him to the wall past the last window. Just as tall and muscular as he remembered, Varick felt dwarfed as his hands were pinned above his head. A firm grip prevented him from moving, but not too strong to actually hurt him.
Cal dipped his head. Luscious full lips locked onto his own with such fierce intensity Varick thought he would come just by the sheer power coursing through the kiss. That tongue demanded entrance between his lips and, unable and unwilling to resist, Varick gave him full access, adding his own to the play. Their tongues danced with other, Cal’s leading all way, maintaining control throughout the long passionate kiss. He tasted like a delicious red wine, bold and full of life.
Cal suckled his bottom lip and released it slowly.
Feeling suddenly empty from the loss of his touch, Varick let out a soft husky whisper, “Please don’t stop.” Consuming hazel eyes burned with the same fierce intensity that his kiss had held.
“Begging so quickly. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
Instead of giving into his pleading, the man backed away, but still kept his arms pinned to the wall behind him.
“I think I’ll make you wait a little longer. Your wanting will only make our next kiss that much sweeter.”
Varick lowered his head, avoiding further direct eye contact with this delicious demon of desire he longed to taste again. Anger ran through him, more with himself for begging like a wanton fool, than with Cal for making him feel so much so fast. Getting hold of his emotions took all of his self-control. Raising his head, he glared hard into hypnotic hazel eyes. “Let me go. I have work to finish and I made a promise to the restaurant owner, Mrs. Jamison, to be cleaned up and back here for dinner tonight.”
“Do you always keep your promises?”
The slight catch in Cal’s voice and the strange look in his eyes told Varick that there was something more to this odd question than mere curiosity, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it could be. For some reason, he felt compelled to answer the question honestly. “I strive to, but there was one time in my past I wasn’t able to do so.” He looked grimly off into the afternoon sky. “That one time I failed to keep my word will haunt me for the rest of my life.” Released, his chin was captured in a gentle grip. “Who knows, maybe someday you’ll be given a chance to redeem yourself.”