It’s release day for Confessions and I already have three reviews out.
It’s release day for Confessions and I already have three reviews out.
Available August 9th. First in a new series.
Being Taught and Starting Over are two of my first published works. Actually, Being Taught is my VERY first published work. For a long time they’ve been available exclusively at the Dreamspinner website. Now they will be available everywhere with their brand new covers. Nothing inside has changed, just the cover. If you read them before there’s no need to buy them again…unless you want to, of course.
I’m always on the lookout for interesting information so when I see something that grabs my attention I save it for future use. Sometimes I just don’t see how I can work it into a story. Ithyphallophobia is one of those things.
What is that you may ask? My worst fear.
Ithyphallophobia is the fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis. First I want to discuss the first two items—seeing or thinking about hard-ons. I definitely do not suffer from this phobia. If anything I have the opposite malady. An obsession with seeing or thinking about boners. I don’t trade dick pics anymore, not since I committed to my boyfriend. But when I was single I was sharing those images left and right. I didn’t care who saw my junk and loved getting other pics in exchange.
Even now I still truly love looking at hard penises. Not just mine or my boyfriends, either, though those are my top two favorites. But I also enjoy checking out Tumblr, Pinterest and porn to see more and more pricks. Some folks say all dicks are the same, but I disagree. I think they’re like fingerprints, unique to each individual person.
So I am truly thankful I don’t have ithyphallophobia.
When I first read about this particular phobia, I thought about how much it would suck for a married woman to have it. I imagine it might be something that develops later in life, otherwise why would she get married in the first place. It would be difficult for both the man and woman if she didn’t want to see or think about his genitals, let alone touch them.
Now let’s discuss the third part of the definition—fear of having an erect penis. As any guy knows, there is simply no way to control when or where you get a hard-on. There’s not even always a why. Sure, most often it’s in response to visual or physical stimulus, but that isn’t necessary.
For me, it’s taken nothing more than a smell to throw wood. And, literally, there are times it only took a gentle breeze. Of course, this happens less now than when I was young. Christ, when I hit puberty, I was basically a walking boner. I had one all of the time it seemed. In Math class (where it wasn’t the teacher, because she was like 70 years old *shudder), reading a book or just sitting on a hard bench, the damn thing acted up in the most inopportune times. Don’t even get me started on gym class.
Now imagine being an ithyphallophobic young kid going through that. Symptoms of the fear include breathlessness, excessive sweating, nausea, dry mouth, feeling sick, shaking, inability to talk clearly, a fear of dying, becoming mad or losing control, a sensation of detachment from reality or a full blown anxiety attack. The poor kid would literally be having attacks all the time. No, thank you.
Once more, praise God I don’t have that phobia or my life would be very different.
…you have to read it again.
I consider Blood & Tears more of a new release than a re-release. So much of it was re-written it’s basically a brand new book.
Here is an exclusive excerpt from Blood & Tears, available now. Definitely NSFW.
GABE STARTLED and sat up when I crept into his room. “It’s just me,” I whispered.
“What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes.
“After midnight.” I locked the door and approached the bed just as he threw the blankets back, revealing his nude body lit by the moonlight streaming through the window.
“You are an angel. Your body is breathtaking.”
I grinned. “I would be perfectly happy to stare at you forever, but I wouldn’t mind doing a little touching.”
“Then get your ass over here, Agent Bradley.”
I yanked off my T-shirt and slipped off my sweats. I was naked and hard.
Gabe sucked in a breath. “You are so fuckin’ hot.”
I climbed onto the bed between Gabe’s knees. I glanced at Gabe for a moment before slowly reaching out and stroking his dick. Gabe held his breath as my fingers encircled his shaft and slowly squeezed from the base up. A small drop of precome squeezed out of the slit, and I rubbed it with my thumb.
I released Gabe’s length and shifted forward, placing my lips on Gabe’s and kissing him softly. Our lengths rubbed together as Gabe brought his hands to both sides of my face. His tongue pressed against my closed lips, finally gaining entrance when I accepted I could release at least a little bit of control.
Gabe had things to teach me, and it would be more enjoyable if I allowed it to happen. Not just things about sex—as exciting as that was—but also about life and maybe even love. I didn’t know what love felt like. I’d never been in love before, and I wasn’t in love with Gabe. But what I did feel for Gabe went beyond friendship and past the physical attraction of lust.
As we kissed, I ran a hand through his hair. He had one hand on my face and ran the other one up and down my back. Our shafts continued to rub and grind together, getting slick with each other’s precome.
“Drew, I’m already on the edge,” Gabe whispered. “I don’t know how much longer I can make it, and I really wanted to last longer than an inexperienced, horny teenager.”
I chuckled. “I feel the same way. I want to be in you and fuck you nice and slow. But I’m ready to burst any second.”
“How about we take the edge off first?” Gabe suggested.
“Good idea.” I smiled and sat up. I grabbed Gabe’s prick, gave it a couple of quick pulls, leaned down, and flicked my tongue across the slit.
“Shit!” Gabe grunted, almost too loud.
I loved the taste of his salty precome, and that surprised me for a moment. Eager to taste more, I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. Gabe sighed and gripped the sheets as I slowly slid down his prick, taking it halfway and then traveling back up. Each downstroke I swallowed more of Gabe, eventually being able to take the entire length down my throat.
“Oh shit, Drew,” Gabe murmured. “That feels so… fuckin’ good.”
I looked up and locked eyes with Gabe as I sucked him. The intensity in his eyes made my heart leap. The taste, the savor, the sensation—all added to my bliss. Gabe released the sheets and ran his fingers through my hair. He thrust up, and I let him without relaxing the suction or slowing my tongue.
“Oh, so close, Drew. I’m gonna come.”
I wanted nothing more than to taste my lover’s seed. The idea of swallowing a man’s come no longer frightened me. A second later Gabe’s cock pulsed and the first shot of jizz hit my tongue. I gulped down the first volley and then the second, continuing until Gabe’s body eased and he sank down into the bed.
I sat up and gripped my hard-on. It took only a few jerks and I came on Gabe’s stomach. I collapsed next to him, trying to control my breathing so I didn’t make too much noise.
“That certainly took the edge off,” I joked.
Gabe stood, shuffled into the bathroom, and returned with a wet rag. He wiped me off before cleaning himself up.
“You really like doing that, don’t you?” he asked.
I tilted my head and regarded him.
“What we just did. Sucking me. Swallowing my come.”
“It was pretty fucking hot, Gabriel. Why would anyone ever want to spit? You tasted incredible.”
Gabe chuckled. “Not every guy’s come tastes the same. Mine is sweet because I drink a lot of water and soda. Men who drink a lot of coffee will have bitter jizz.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“Why would a straight man know that sort of thing?” He squeezed my hand.
“True,” I replied. “Though I guess I’m not really a straight man. Not anymore.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
I shrugged. “Right now I am. I don’t how I’ll be tomorrow or next week or next month.”
“So we don’t worry about any of that shit,” Gabe said. “Let’s just concentrate on right now.”
The last thing Gabe Vargas wants to do after nearly dying is to leave his young son. But that’s exactly what FBI Agent Drew Bradley is asking him to do. According to Drew, the only way to protect Gabe and find his wife’s killer is to fake Gabe’s death.
With an already established adversarial relationship, protecting a hothead like Gabe isn’t exactly a picnic for Drew either. But Drew lets his guard down and a desire for Gabe leaves him confused. Before the crime can be solved, Drew will have to risk more than his life. He’ll also have to risk his heart.
1st Edition published by Dreamspinner Press, July 2011.
Check it out here: Blood & Tears
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Love is Love
I’m not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day, but not because I’m not romantic. I just think the day itself has become commercialized. I don’t need a special day to tell the man I love how I feel. I tell him every single day, many times a day.
I never really knew what true romantic love was until I met him. I knew a jealous and possessive love, one that was filled with more hurt and sadness then happiness. I know this is the real thing because I miss him when we’re not together. Because when I learn he got off work early my heart skips a beat at seeing him sooner than expected. I know it’s the real thing because he puts up with my depression and my moods without complaint. And because he loves my body even though I’m overweight and covered in scaly, flaky skin caused by psoriasis.
I don’t need a special day to show how I feel, I want him to know it every single day of our lives together.
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A.J. Marcus, Aidee Ladnier, Alexa Milne, Amanda Young, Annabeth Albert, Anne Barwell, April Kelley, Brandon Shire, Bronwyn Heeley, C. J. Anthony, Catherine Lievens, Cecil Wilde, Charlie Cochrane, Christopher Koehler, David Connor, DP Denman, Draven St. James, Elin Gregory, Elizabeth Noble, Ethan Stone, Eva Lefoy, H.B. Pattskyn, Hayley B James, J.M. Dabney, Jennifer Wright, Jessie G, Julie Lynn Hayes, Karen Stivali, Kazy Reed, Kendall McKenna, L M Somerton, Lily G Blunt, Lisabet Sarai, Lynley Wayne, M.A. Church, Megan Linden, Morticia Knight, N.J. Nielsen, Neil Plakcy, Sibley Jackson, Stephen del Mar, Sue Brown, Tali Spencer, Tara Lain, Thianna Durston, TM Smith, Tracey Michael
Aidee Ladnier: The Break-in
Amanda Young: Winner chooses from author’s available titles
Bronwyn Heeley: Winner chooses from author’s available titles
C. J. Anthony: Heaven
Charlie Cochrane: Something from my back list – winner’s choice.
David Connor: Tidings of Comfort and Joey Down Under
DP Denman: Winner chooses from author’s available titles
Elin Gregory: Alike As Two Bees
Ethan Stone: Winner chooses from author’s available titles
Eva Lefoy: Love is a Mess anthology
H.B. Pattskyn: Hanging by the Moment
J.M. Dabney: When All Else Fails
Jessie G: The Protector
Julie Lynn Hayes: When Will I See You Again
Lisabet Sarai: Necessary Madness
Lynley Wayne: Winner chooses from author’s available titles
M.A. Church: The Harvest series (book #1 and book #2)
Morticia Knight: All Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms 1)
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Sue Brown: The Next Call
Tali Spencer: Dangerous Beauty
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April Kelley: Whispers of Home
Brandon Shire: The Love of Wicked Men – Episode One
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Cecil Wilde: Defying Convention
Christopher Koehler: Poz
Draven St. James: Scent of a Wolf
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Hayley B James: Undercover Addiction
Jennifer Wright: All 3 Finding Home Series books – Pavarus, Morvea, & Airos
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L M Somerton: Rasputin’s Kiss
Lily G Blunt: Paint the Sky
Megan Linden: Running Off the Edge
Stephen del Mar: Dark Love
TM Smith: Opposites
Tracey Michael: Pretty Please
C. J. Anthony
Draven St. James
Hayley B James
Julie Lynn Hayes
L M Somerton
Lily G Blunt
Stephen del Mar
“I told you; I don’t give a shit about Christmas.”
“I know, Gage,” Jason whispered in my ear. “But I do. It’s my favorite time of the year. I don’t think I’m asking much by wanting you to join me while I shop for a last minute gift for my sister. It’s not like I’m asking you to put on a Santa suit and do a striptease for me.”
The image made me chuckle, and I relaxed as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my cheek. Jason and I had been together for three years, and we still had the same discussion every year.
“I’ll be right back. I see something Kim might like.” He pecked me on the check and shuffled away.
I pushed through a family who was taking up most of the space in the aisle. Crowds were just one of the reasons I hated the holiday. Not to mention it was Christmas Eve. Christmas. Fucking. Eve. Who waits that long to buy gifts?
Jason was only doing it because his oldest sister decided at the last minute to come for Christmas. There was no way everybody else had the same excuse.
I stopped and looked at a pair of leather gloves. My pair was wearing out, and I would need a new set before too long. Riding the Harley without them was a bitch, especially in the cold. However, the hefty price tag made me set them down.
“Can I help you, sir?”
I spun around and looked into the face of a staff member. He was an older guy, probably in his fifties, with a perfectly pressed suit and glasses on the end of his nose. He checked me out from top to bottom and for a moment I wondered if I had something hanging from my nose the way he looked at me with disgust.
I covertly swiped my nose. “Nah,” I replied. “Just looking.”
“Very well. If you need anything, I’ll be right over there.” He shuffled over to a register but kept his eyes on me the entire.
Fuck it! This shit was what I hated about these expensive department stores. Because I had scruff on my face and didn’t dress to impress, they assumed I was a shoplifter. This wasn’t my world, and Christmas was not my holiday.
I left the store and sat on a bench outside. Not that the other parts of the mall were any better, but I felt less claustrophobic. A craving for a cigarette hit me hard, like a kick in the nuts, despite the fact I’d quit two years before.
Jason liked the holidays because all of his family came together—siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and whatever other relations. That was my worst nightmare. The memories of my childhood were one of the reasons I hated Christmas. Those recollections should remain buried deep. The deeper the better.
I texted Jason to let him know where I was. As I waited, I people watched, not understanding the manic behavior about finding just the perfect gift. Materialism at its worst. People treating others like crap or outright ignoring them for the rest of the year, then buying crap and pretending to give a shit.
Sitting there, I got lost in my thoughts and Jason surprised me with a kiss on the cheek some time later.
“Deep thoughts?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Hardly. Just hoping you’re done so we can get the hell out of here.”
“Gage Riordan you are such a Grinch. I wish I knew why.” He took my hand, and we walked toward the exit.
Thank God we were leaving; I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. “Trust me, babe, you don’t want to go digging into my head too much.”
He laughed, and my mood lightened. Seeing him smile made everything worth it. I wished I could make him do it more often, though he insisted he loved me no matter what.
“You haven’t told me what you want for Christmas,” Jason said as we got to his car.
I rolled my eyes and scowled at him. “Good try.”
Jason leaned against the driver side door, and I pressed up against him, “I really want to buy you something.”
“And you know how much I don’t want any presents. I just wish I could pretend this particular holiday didn’t exist.”
“As you wish.” He sighed and gave me a sideways grin.
We’d first met a few weeks before Christmas, and he hadn’t argued when I had insisted on no gifts. After all, it was a new relationship but a year later he’d been frustrated when I still refused to exchange presents. The discussion came up every year.
“Let’s go home,” I said. “I feel like tearing off your clothes.”
He blushed slightly. “Why do you use sex to get out of an argument?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Well, no. You got me there.” He shrugged and opened the door. “Let’s go.”
Being with Jason was so completely different than any other guy I’d been with. He didn’t give a shit that I was a mechanic, that I had several tattoos, or that I’d served time in jail. Some guys liked me because of my ink or my bad boy past; Jason loved me for who I was. There’d been no expectations the first time we had sex. He hadn’t assumed because I had a tough exterior that I was a rough top only kind of guy.
The second we entered our apartment, he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. So fuckin’ passionate. I loved the way he manhandled me. He knew what I liked and always seemed to be able to read my moods to know if I desired sweet and gentle or rough and intense.
“Get naked,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of your ass.”
Yeah, he knew what I was craving. My dick strained against my tight jeans, and I couldn’t get my clothes off quick enough. He watched as I stripped, rubbing his crotch and chewing on his bottom lip.
When I was nude, I stood there, allowing the man I loved to check me out. With anybody else, I would’ve felt self-conscious but not with Jason.
“So fucking hot,” he murmured before removing his shirt.
I reached for his pants, but he smacked my hand away.
“I’m in charge now, baby.”
His demanding voice sent shivers through my spine, and I stepped back. Jason bared his cock, large and rigid and stroked it. A bead of pre-cum formed on the head, he swiped it with a finger and sucked it off.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Tastes good.”
I groaned. I wanted him so much. His touch, his love, was a drug to me. And when he beckoned me forward with a crook of his finger I couldn’t hold back the excitement.
“Kiss me, Gage.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I put my lips to his, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Fuck it was amazing. Jason wrapped his hands around both our cocks and jacked them together.
“Goddamn, you make me feel incredible.” I buried my face in his neck. “I love you, Jason.”
“And I love you, Gage.”
A moment later, I was pressed face first against the wall with my ass sticking out. Jason entered me gradually, allowing my body to accept his length. No matter how rough it got when he fucked me, he always started slow. But once he was in, all the way in, and he knew I was ready to go it was no holds barred.
Having Jason in me, being a part of me, was an exquisite sensation. We’d stopped using condoms a year into the relationship after months of negative HIV tests. The skin to skin contact was unbelievable and when he came I felt his cock pulsing against my prostate.
Afterward, we collapsed on our bed and napped for a few hours. I woke when I reached for him and found a jumble of covers where Jason should’ve been, the sheets still warm from his body. Still naked, I shuffled into the living room just as he slipped on his shoes.
“Where ya going?” I asked.
“The party at my family’s place, remember?”
How could I forget the Christmas party with his large and apparently loving clan.
“Oh, yeah.” I approached him and kissed his cheek. “Are you sure you have to go?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?”
Tapping my finger on my chin, I pretended to consider the idea then said, “Nah, I’ll pass.”
He grinned. “That’s what I thought.”
Jason kissed me good-bye and stepped out the door. I missed him immediately. He was the best thing ever to happen to me. I didn’t know what I’d do without him and hoped I never had to know.
I didn’t need his presents; I just needed his…presence.
It hit me like a shit ton of bricks. Jason had been giving me everything I needed since we met—unconditional love being at the top of the list.
I had to get him something. Something that would show him exactly how much I cared for him. I knew what I wanted, but the question was, would I be able to find it on Christmas Eve? I sure as was going to try.
Jason didn’t return until late. Almost midnight, in fact, and that made it just about perfect.
I met him at the door. “Close your eyes.”
He eyed me suspiciously but did as I asked. I took his elbow and led him into the living room. With butterflies in my stomach I flipped the switch. “Okay, you can look.”
Jason opened his eyes and took in what I’d created. His eyes lit up, and the reflection of the Christmas lights sparkled in his eyes.
“It’s not the prettiest tree in history…”
“It’s beautiful, Gage.”
It was a bit scraggly with a few missing branches. I’d bought a couple ornaments from the dollar store but I’d also printed a few selfies we’d taken and hung them from the branches. That was my favorite part.
I wouldn’t have called it beautiful, but considering it was the first Christmas tree I’d decorated, I thought I did pretty well.