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The Fathers of Willowhurst by Gideon Rathbone

Greetings book-lovers!

Today we’re featuring The Fathers of Willowhurst (The Willowhurst Saga, Book Two) by Gideon Rathbone — which came out last week! (Apologies to Gideon for putting this up so late.)

Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and more!


Blurb:

The origins of Willowhurst weren’t as you were led to believe. Before Isaac and Talbot, there was Gerard and Marcel. Two men battling their way against the classist and racial divisions of the antebellum south. Gerard, the son of an impoverished Irish drunk. Marcel, the product of an exalted New Orleans judge and a slave woman. Both determined and ruthless to get what they want and achieve the life they’ve always dreamed.

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Excerpt:

He smacked my ass and I turned and headed for the four poster. A huge smile spread across my face as I lay back on the bed. The silk sheets felt incredible against my skin. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as Vyvyan removed his clothes. I had always found him handsome but I had never allowed his appearance to blind me from what he truly was. Even a blind man could see that he was a snake.

In a single motion, he removed his shirt. His frame was slender but his body was slightly muscled. His chest was covered with a fine layer of auburn hair, insulating the slightly freckled porcelain skin that lay beneath. The elimination of his pants revealed his thick, masculine thighs. His cock was of average size, dwarfed a little by a thick nest of ginger pubic hair. Excited, he joined me on the bed. His hand traced my chest.

“Kiss me.”

His lips were soft and as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I reached for his cock taking the little fucker in my hand, trying to awaken it from its slumber. I was hard. Fiercely hard. Not even cold water could dampen the ferocity of my state of desire.

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About the Author:

A lifelong resident of the US, Gideon Rathbone immigrated to Canada to find new opportunities in the medium of journalism. A natural born storyteller, his passion for the written word goes back to his childhood in New Jersey. He’s published many novels and a succession of short stories. Historical and urban fantasy are his favorite genres.

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NEW YORK HEAT IS OUT TODAY!

Now that you’ve unwrapped all your gifts, why not put that Amazon, B&N, iTunes, or Kobo gift card to use and get what you really want.

New York Heat is out today! Click here to read the blurb and chapter one!

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New York Heat — Chapter One

Hi all!

I’ve done, like, no promo because I’ve been so insanely busy… so, surprise! I have a major new release tomorrow!

New York Heat is a continuation of two of my previous books, Go-Go Boys of Club 21 and Men In The Hot Room, but New York Heat can be read with absolutely zero knowledge of the previous books.

Below is the blurb and the cover and then chapter one!


Blurb:

Club 21 is New York City’s hottest gay nightclub. The drinks are cheap, the music is infectious, and the go-go boys are the stuff of dreams.

For Dan, it’s where his life will forever change. With his signature on the dotted line, he goes from bartender to owner. And with that change, he realizes that both his responsibilities and his stress have skyrocketed.

Club 21 is home. The staff are family. Like a mama bear, Dan is fiercely protective of his clients and his staff, especially his go-go boys, whose carefree dancing inspires Dan to make Club 21 the best it can be.

Especially Ken, once a fling, now the love of his life. There’s so much that needs to get done at Club 21, but Dan is terrified that all the long evenings will drive his young go-go boy lover away. Dan doesn’t want to lose him, but if anything ever happened to his staff—his family—Dan would never forgive himself…

Content warning: New York Heat contains a scene of mass violence and the death of a main character.

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Chapter One

Dan leaned against the metal newspaper box and stared at the brick building in front of him. This was either the best decision he’d ever made … or the worst. There could be no in between. He’d be happy and financially well off … or this would lead to utter ruin.

He fumbled in his back pocket for the pack of smokes he’d bought earlier that day. Haven’t smoked in twenty years, he reminded himself again. The stress of today, though, made it impossible to resist the decades-old siren song of tobacco. He tapped a cigarette out of the pack, along with the lighter, and lit up. He inhaled deep, letting the searing smoke fill his lungs, the burning taste fill his mouth — it was comfortable. It brought him an instant relief to the tension that had been building for the last two weeks, culminating in today.

Through all of this, he never took his eyes off the brick building.

“Since when have you started smoking again?” Brad asked.

“Today,” Dan said, the answer coming out as little more than a grunt. It was enough, he knew, to signal to Brad to not ask further questions.

Brad let out a hmm sound, then folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the second newspaper box. He stared up at the building. Brad had come down from Canada to help Dan with what the next few weeks would bring.

“Remember when we bought fake IDs and snuck in?” Brad asked.

Dan laughed — expressing far more humor than he really felt — but the laugh was good. It was cleansing. It was what he needed to break the tension that had settled over him, tightening up his whole body.

He flicked ash off the end of the cigarette. “We were such twinks back then.”

Dan remembered the night well. It was more than thirty years ago, but he recalled it like it was last week. They were nineteen, but desperate to get into Club 21, the hottest gay bar in New York City. They’d spent weeks asking around the college campus for a black market ID seller. They’d practiced acting older — even though twenty-one, the age to get in, was barely any different from nineteen. Dan had even gone out and bought a dress shirt, hoping it made him look like a banker or something.

“All that work,” Brad said, “and they didn’t even give us a second glance or check our ID.”

“If I remember right, you ended up with some hot daddy in the men’s room.”

Brad laughed, then reached over and took the cigarette from Dan’s hand, taking in a drag before handing it back. “I wasn’t even that attracted to him. I think I was just in awe that a man wanted me. But I seem to remember you grinding on some jock on the dance floor.”

They both broke into a roar of laughter. When it died down, Dan inhaled another lungful of smoke. He hated the habit, hated the taste too, but it helped him get through days like this.

He finally tore his gaze from the brick building to glance at his friend of almost forty years. “I’ve missed you, Brad. It’s good to have you back.” Shortly after college, Brad had taken odd jobs around the country before getting certified in various types of yoga and moving to Canada to teach in studios there. Dan had taken a much different path, heading into a career in accounting, where he stayed with one company his entire career. Until now.

Brad took another drag of Dan’s cigarette. “It’s good to be back. I’ve been away from New York for too long.” He put his arm over Dan’s shoulders, pulling him closer, sharing his warmth on this chilly May afternoon. “But I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Dan.”

Dan looked up at the building again. Even in this drab May day, the brick was a deep red, nice and clean, and the neon sign, not yet lit up, proudly pronounced this building as Club 21. As of two o’clock this afternoon, just a couple hours ago, this club was now his.

Though he’d been an accountant by day, he’d done some evening work as a bartender here. He’d been happy with his life. But when Rachel, the previous owner, moved to L.A. to follow her son and support him in his newfound career, he saw an opportunity that he couldn’t pass up. He wanted to own Club 21.

I’m still scared shitless, he admitted to himself. He couldn’t tell anyone else that — not even Ken, his boyfriend — because he needed to appear confident and sure. He suspected that Brad saw right through his façade, though. Being best friends with a guy for something like four decades allowed for that kind of closeness.

Brad’s arm was still around his shoulders and it felt comforting. It reminded Dan of when they were much closer, when they were almost boyfriends. They’d hooked up a few times in college, before getting into Club 21, but they’d never progressed beyond a few blowjobs and the occasional fuck. He leaned into Brad’s warm, solid body, letting out a sigh and, with it, letting out some of the tension that had built up in him over the day.

“I still can’t believe you bought the place,” Brad said. “I remember back in college, we were chatting one night about our dreams when we were in bed together, and you said something about wanting to own the place. I had thought it was a cool idea, but I never thought it would happen.”

Dan had forgotten about that. Even though he’d spent hundreds of nights over his lifetime at Club 21, he remembered nothing of a desire to own the place. He said as much to Brad, then added, “I guess it was just meant to be.”

“Speaking of meant to be — tell me about Ken.”

Dan felt a blush warm his cheeks, like he was that nineteen-year-old twink again. “He’s a bit of a bad boy, but with a good heart. He’s one of the dancers here. He’s, uh, he’s inside,” Dan said. Brad and his partner, Simon, had flown in two nights ago, but with all of the busyness of signing contracts and legal documents, they hadn’t had a chance to get reacquainted or to meet — or even see — each other’s boyfriends. “And he’s … he’s considerably younger than me.”

Brad laughed, but it wasn’t the friendly-teasing laugh that Dan had expected. It seemed almost a laugh of recognition. “Simon is quite a bit younger than me too. He’s twenty-two.”

Dan felt a wave of relief. Though older-younger relationships weren’t uncommon, especially among gay men, he had always felt that they were based more on lust and carnal desires, rather than genuine love. Even when he had started with Ken, it was a relationship based on hooking up and frequent sex. Love had been an unexpected consequence.

“Ken is twenty-two, as well,” Dan said.

“Well, look at us being man-cougars.” He hugged Dan’s shoulders a little tighter for a moment. “Do you love him?”

“I do,” Dan said. It had taken Dan and Ken a while to recognize these feelings, and even longer to admit them. But, once they did, everything felt right. “And you and Simon?”

“Me too.” He took another drag of Dan’s cigarette, then handed it back. “It’s odd, isn’t it? Being in love.”

Dan took the final drag of the cigarette, then flicked it across the sidewalk. “It is. Sometimes, well…”

“Sometimes what?”

“Do you ever wonder if these young twinks will grow tired of us? You know, realize there’s more fun to be had with someone closer to their own age?” It was a fear that he had never voiced before, a fear he had trouble admitting even to himself. Brad was the one person in this world who he felt comfortable saying such a thing to.

“All the fucking time,” Brad said. “I’m in my fifties, my body is sagging, even though I’m fit. I’m slowing down every year as much as I hate to admit it. And every day brings a new gray hair. And Simon is supposed to love me as this keeps happening?”

Dan sighed. “Maybe we’re getting lust and love mixed up. I know it took me a long time to sort them out. I didn’t even realize they meant different things until recently.”

“That could be it. Lust is all physical, all animal. Love is … love is something deeper, more permanent, slow-growing. I don’t think it’s as easily lost as lust can be.”

Dan didn’t know how to respond, so he let the comfortable silence settle over the two of them. They continued staring at the brick building, even as pedestrians passed in front of them and cars passed behind them. New York City was a busy place with rarely a moment of pure peace — but this was pretty damn close.

After a very long time of just leaning against the newspaper boxes, Brad broke the silence. “I see the leather bar is closed.”

Dan glanced toward the brick building across the narrow alley. The leather bar had gone under just a couple weeks ago and, as far as Dan knew, no one had made an offer on the place yet. While commercial real estate in New York City was hot, it seemed no one wanted the old bar.

“It’s been there as long as Club 21,” Dan said. “Changed names many times, but it’s always been there. But the world moves on.” Dan remembered well when they’d gone to the leather bar together. If nights at Club 21 were slow or if they were in particular need of sucking daddy dick, they’d sometimes head across the alley and scope out the meat there. There were as many memories in that building as there were in Club 21.

“Hmm,” Brad said. Dan looked at his friend and saw a look of serious contemplation on his face.

“What?”

Brad stared at the building a little longer, seeming to size it up, then glanced at Dan. “Just a … just a flight of fancy, I guess. I’ve been thinking of starting up my own yoga studio. That place is large enough.” He shook his head. “But this can’t b a spur-of-the-moment decision. I can’t just say I’m going buy a building and start a studio.”

Dan let out a laugh that came out as a snort. “That’s basically what I did with Club 21.” He looked again at Brad and saw just how seriously his friend was considering this. He elbowed him in the side. “You should do it. Take risks. I bet the price is a steal — seems no one wants to move in.”

“Hmm,” Brad said again.

Dan let Brad ruminate on the building and his dream of a studio while he instead looked at Club 21 again — his apparent dream come true. Hopefully it’s a good dream, not a nightmare.

An urge for another cigarette settled into Dan. He didn’t want to get too deep into smoking again — the further in he was, the harder it would be to quit. And he’d have to quit. Ken didn’t like that he smoked. Dan didn’t like it himself, either, but he could put up with his bad habits easier than Ken could.

“Come on,” Dan said, “let’s go inside.”

Brad released his hold on Dan’s shoulders and the two men stood up and walked toward the front door. Though he’d gone in and out a few times today and he’d been running the place for Rachel until the paperwork legally signed the place over to him, this was the first time he’d entered with the building belonging to him. It was somehow fundamentally different.

He put his key in the lock and turned, the tumblers clicking and causing his heart to pound against his ribs. He felt almost lightheaded for a moment. He gave the door a tug and it opened.

Pulling the door open wide, he turned to Brad and said, “Welcome … to Club 21.”

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The Gravity of Nothing by Chase Connor

One of my very good Twitter buddies, Chase Connor, has a new book coming out today!


Blurb:

All stories start with “once upon a time” and end with “happily ever after.” Except for Tom’s. Tom’s story ends with “happily never after.”

But a life is full of “once upon a times” because a life is full of stories. Everything in between the “once upon a times” is just details.

Two boys met on a bus. Two boys went to summer camp. Two boys walked into the woods together. Two boys swam in the lake.

One boy was assaulted. One boy was frozen with fear.

One boy became overwhelmed by everything. One boy was dragged down by the gravity of nothing.

This is a story of two boys. They met. They became best friends. And now one of them is dead.

Over the course of this book, Tom tells a story to the other people in his therapy group. But, whose story is he telling?

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Excerpt:

Walking away from the front doors of the community center, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pack of cigarettes.  I flipped the top and fished out the lighter that had been slid into the space left by cigarettes already smoked.  Then I pulled out one of the cigarettes and brought it to my lips.  My hands wanted to shake, but I wouldn’t allow it, as I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.  I stepped over to one of the long brick planters, that, unsurprisingly, had nothing planted in it, and sat down on the edge.  I deposited the lighter back into the empty space in the cardboard pack and shoved the entirety back into my pocket as I exhaled blue smoke.

“Can I bum one of those?”

I turned my head to find a guy standing there.  Immediately, I realized that he was the only other guy in group who hadn’t said anything when everyone else took turns asking me questions or interrupting me.  He was scrawny, tall, lanky, gangly.  His long sleeve shirt—no coat in this cold weather—was baggy on him.  His baggy jeans were barely kept on his waist by a tightly cinched belt.  His dark hair was buzzed close to his head.  His clothes, and the guy himself, looked well washed and clean, but the bagginess of them made him look as though he was dirty.

“How old are you?”  I snorted, turning my eyes from him again.

“Nineteen.”

“Don’t believe it for a second.”

“What else don’t you believe?”  He asked.

I pulled the pack out of my pocket and held it out to him without actually looking at him again.

“Take as many as you want.”  I said.

Take your cigarettes and go.

The guy took the pack from me, took only one, lit it, then put my lighter back into the pack before handing it back to me.  I retrieved it from him and shoved it back into my pocket once again.  The other attendees walked out in a loud group together, glanced at us, then continued on their way, walking in a group down the sidewalk to parts unknown.  They probably lived nearby.

“John killed Dally?”  The guy who had bummed the cigarette asked.

“I’m kind of having quiet time here.”

“I bet you don’t get a lot of quiet time.”  The guy said.  “I bet your brain talks a lot, huh?”

Taking another drag off of my cigarette, I decided to just ignore the kid.

“I have anxiety, too.”  He said.  “My thoughts go, like, ninety-to-nothing most of the time.  It’s like I can’t stop myself from thinking no matter how hard I try.  Sometimes I can’t even sleep because of how much my brain just keeps going and going.”

I turned my head to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t have anxiety.”  I spit a piece of tobacco out with the tip of my tongue.  “You had a meth problem.  Now you’re suffering the after-effects of that.”

He frowned at me.

“When you do meth, probably long-term, but not so long that it gave you major skin problems or tooth and hair loss, you stop mentally maturing at the age you started.”  I took another drag.  “The longer you are clean, the more quickly your brain will start catching up to your actual, physical age.  You’ll learn the emotional and psychological skills you should already have at your age—which isn’t nineteen—and slowly you’ll start putting weight back on.  Might even be able to wear that shirt and those jeans without looking like a scarecrow.”

The kid swallowed hard.

“Now…I would like to be alone.”  I nodded.  “Please.”

“I’m nineteen.”  He stammered.  “I just look young and I’m small I guess.”

Then it was a great choice to do meth.

I thought it.

I wasn’t rude enough to actually say it.

“Look, dude—” I breathed out heavily but didn’t turn to look at him again, “I don’t care what you’ve done, or whether or not you lied about your age, okay?  I just want to be alone.”

For several moments, the kid stood there, smoking the cigarette I’d let him have and watched me.  I stared straight ahead, pretending that he wasn’t there.  I could ignore him, just like I could ignore anxiety and depression.

“Did John kill Dally?”  He asked again, tapping his cigarette to knock off ashes.

“Why the fuck do you care?”  I turned to snap at him.

He jerked slightly.

Scared the recovering meth-head.

Points for Tom.

“Because I want to know how the story ends.”  He said in a small voice, sounding as though he would run away, but he didn’t.

“You’re looking at the end of the story.”  I said.  “Here, outside of this shitty community center.  Smoking a cigarette, anxious and depressed, trying to make some kid who lies about his reason for being in a group leave him the fuck alone.  That’s how the story ends.  The rest is just details.”

The kid stared at me.

“You said all ‘once upon a times’ get a ‘happily ever after’.”  He squeaked.

“I said mine ended with a ‘happily never after’, kid.”  I replied evenly.  “But who knows?  Maybe yours will be different.  Is that what you want?  Someone to assure you that if you stay sober, don’t do meth again, do your steps, go to your appointments and meetings and get yourself together that your ‘once upon a time’ hasn’t actually happened yet?  That maybe it starts sometime in the future?”

“Yeah.”  He nodded meekly.  “I guess.”

“Well, come back on a different day.”  I ashed my cigarette.  “Today you won’t get the answer you want.”

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About Chase Connor:

Chase Connor currently lives in Des Moines, Iowa with his husband and dog and spends his free time writing LGBTQ Young Adult, New Adult, and Paranormal Romance…when he’s not busy being enthusiastic about laziness and waffles.

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Sugar Plum’d by Leon Mauvais

Greetings book-lovers!

Today is the debut release day for author Leon Mauvais!

Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and more! And if you’re a Twitter user, click here to find Leon on Twitter and give him a follow!


Blurb:

As a young weredeer, all Pembroke has ever dreamed of is being harnessed to Santa’s sleigh. Yet his world comes crashing down when Santa’s slain.

A war erupts in the Artic Circle-pitting elf against reindeer.

Pembroke is sent on a perilous mission. If he fails, his herd will be lost. When the mission goes awry, the stag-shifter must put his trust in an unlikely ally.

Where does one turn in a land of ice and blood?

What happens when the enemy infiltrates your heart? What begins as a wavering alliance, takes both stag and elf farther than they both could ever imagine.

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Excerpt:

“I hear,” Kassel’s whispers filled the empty stalls of the barn, “the Toy-Maker can be quite demanding.”

Pembroke didn’t care.

He would prove himself.

He arched his back as if he was getting ready to be harnessed to the sleigh. His shoulders back, Pembroke held his head high. His flanks rising in the air, as if supporting an uplifted tail.

As if he was still in stag form.

“No.” Kassel said, “Like I’m really Him.”

Pembroke felt the rough sole of Kassel’s foot against the broadest part of his back. Pembroke was caught off guard by the pressure. His face forced down, Pembroke felt his haunches rise till his ass, like a halved plumb, split open for the Toy-Maker’s inspection.

Pembroke flinched as he felt the weight of a large buckle fall between his shoulder blades. Kassel dragged the cool metal down Pembroke’s spine, resting it on the small of his trembling back.

Kassel paused only for a second, before dragging the metal even further, splitting his friend’s cheeks, teasing the soft pink skin of Pembroke’s puckered hole.

Without thinking, Pembroke let his shoulders take the weight of his prostrate body as his fingers lifted to spread his cheeks further apart.

He felt Kassel’s hot breath blowing across.

“Now how many days till you guide my sleigh?” Kassel asked.

Thwack.

A sting blossomed against Pembroke’s hole. It leapt away as fast as it came. A bolt of lightning zapping through his body. The pain surprised him so much that he hadn’t heard the question.

Thwack!

There it was again.

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FullSizeRenderAbout the Author:

“Sugar Plum’d” is Leon Mauvais’ debut! He’s a beret-wearing sprite who fell asleep in the cornfields of Pennsylvania. He dreams in the husks, hoping his tales taste like taffy, but help build crystallized armor. Once, he lingered in the corners of the last used bookstores searching for forbidden adventures on exotic worlds.

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Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy

Good morning, MM book lovers! Today I’ve got Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy — check it out!


Blurb:

Everything blew up in Levi Candy’s face when he set out to seduce his best friend Josh Stephenson. Instead of having his dubious way with the sexy straight boy, and making him the unwitting star of the next Candy Boy blog entry, Josh’s father thwarted Levi’s plan and taught him a humiliating lesson.

In exchange for Josh’s father’s silence, Levi is forced to write a story about the night his body was disciplined by the dominant man in ways he will never be able to forget or undo. If he doesn’t want people finding out about his scandalous online alter ego then Levi best damn well do it. But there’s just one problem… no one tells Levi Candy what to do and gets away with it.

Two stubborn men, both dominant by nature, are on a collision course with cruel carnality where there can only be one winner and hearts will never beat the same again.

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Excerpt:

Dwight tugged nervously on his earlobe as he watched the boy head towards the smokers area out the back of the tavern. He’d never been cruised so blatantly before that he was unsure of what to do. Certainly never in his local tavern. His head knew that if he were to follow the boy then he would put himself in danger of doing something stupid and reckless but his hardening cock begged him to stand up and chase after the young man regardless of the consequences. In the end—like always—his cock was what he listened to.

“I’m just nipping out for a fag,” Dwight said, standing up. If he wasn’t so nervous about Shifty asking to join him he would have laughed at how honest his statement was. He needn’t have worried. His older pal was far too engrossed in the rugby to give a toss about joining him for a cigarette.

With a sure stride, Dwight headed to the outdoor smoking area, hunting the blond lad down like a dog chasing a frisbee. As soon as he stepped outside, Dwight was taken aback by how dark the courtyard was. It looked to be deserted and no sign of the blond boy. He scanned the empty chairs that were placed around dimly lit braziers but could not see him anywhere.

Maybe he didn’t go this way.

Just as he turned on his heels, about to head back inside, he heard a low cough come from the far corner of the courtyard. He spun back around and that was when he saw him stood against a vine-covered brick wall. A smile formed on Dwight’s lips and he made his way over to the flirty boy.

“Howzit,” Dwight said, his voice pitched low with gravel.

“Hey.” The boy stood there completely relaxed, oozing a sexual confidence rarely found in young guys.

Dwight jammed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet, not entirely sure how to progress things. He liked to be the alpha who had the power but he was outside of his comfort zone and unsure how to make the next move.

“So, uh, hows ya night been?” Dwight asked, his voice warbling slightly.

“Good.”

On closer inspection this lad was younger than he originally thought, more likely in his late teens than early twenties. “How old are you?” Dwight asked in a stern tone.

“Old enough,” came the reply, steadfast and sure.

“Old enough for what?”

“Whatever it is you had in mind.”

“Is that so.”

The boy didn’t respond; instead, he bit down on his bottom lip, extending his hand out and placing it on Dwight’s crotch, grabbing him firmly.

Dwight coughed out a quiet gasp. The boy had his balls in his hands, seizing control of the interaction. This was not how Dwight wanted things to go.

The boy kept hold, gripping Dwight tightly in his hand, staring into his dark eyes which were torn between pleasure and fright. His cock twitched and grew firm between the boy’s furled fingers.

The boy breathed heavily, releasing his grip on Dwight’s dick and asked, “How old are you?”

“How old do you think I am?”

He looked Dwight up and down, scanning his face. “I reckon you’re about Twenty-eight or twenty-nine?”

Dwight’s ego began to swell just like his cock, scaring off his jitters and injecting him with enough confidence to wrestle back control of the moment. “Close enough.”

“Was I right?”

“You’ll have to count the rings around my cock to find out, won’t ya?”

The boy sniggered. “Is that before or after you count mine.”

“I won’t be counting yours, sunshine.”

“And why not?”

“Cos I ain’t a cock-slobbering homo.”

“You might change your mind when you see it.” He grabbed Dwight’s wrist roughly and pressed Dwight’s hand to the hard ridge behind his zipper. “What do you think?”

Dwight kept his hand pressed against the boy’s rock-hard dick, adding a small amount of friction, wishing like hell those jeans weren’t in the way. He could tell the boy wasn’t huge but he would be a good mouthful. Not that he had any intention of wrapping his lips around it.

Dwight Stephenson sucked no man’s cock.

“Unzip me. I know you want it,” the boy said, all breathy-like. “My dick.”

“I might like to have a play with it,” Dwight admitted. “But not out here.”

“Fair enough.” The boy looked around the courtyard, his eyes seeking secret spots. “But where then?”

“The women’s toilets.”

“The women’s toilets,” the boy echoed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“There’s only one bitch here tonight—aside from you of course—so we shouldn’t get interrupted.”

“Oi. I’m not a bitch, bro.”

“You are whatever I want you to be.” Dwight stared back with unflinching dominance.

The boy’s face began to crinkle with doubt. He appeared to be in a war with his inner pride and self-respect, trying to decide if he should just walk away. He finally gave a begrudging nod of the head, agreeing to the submissive role he was being assigned.

Dwight suppressed a smile and instructed, “Now, I want you to go back inside, lock yourself in one of the ladies cubicles, strip naked, and bend over the toilet and wait for me to come fuck you.”

Hesitation stifled the air.

“Would it be alright if we just jacked off together? I’m not much of a bottom,” the boy said.

“If you want to hook up with me then you gonna be a bottom, son.”

The boy scratched at his neck. “Oh, man. I am keen but…”

“But what?”

“But I don’t have a condom or any lube with me.”

“Just as well for you I have a rubber in my wallet.”

“And lube?”

“Your mouth will be our lube.” Dwight gave the boy a salacious wink.

This didn’t help remove the stress etched on the boy’s face. He looked like he may just walk away.

Dwight was too damn close to miss out now, so he resorted to desperate measures. He looked behind him to make sure no one was coming then reached down and pushed his jeans off his hips, freeing his cock. “You think you can handle that?” He wasn’t fully-erect but he was hard enough for the boy to appreciate his imminent size.

The boy’s eyes glowed with horny intrigue. “Whoa, that’s a beautiful cock you got there.”

“I know.”

The boy reached over and gripped it, squeezing his warm digits around Dwight’s shaft, exploring his length. “Fuck that’s nice.”

“Okay. That’s enough.” He pushed the boy’s hand away and put his dick back in his pants.

“Is it nice enough for you to do what I want?”

“What do I get out of it?”

“The honour of being fucked by me.” Dwight was serious. “And if you’re lucky I might let you give me your phone number.”

“You’re a cocky one. Anybody ever tell you that?”

“Maybe… but it’s hard to tell what they’re saying ‘cos they’re usually choking on my dick.”

The boy laughed.

“So, are we doing this or what?” Dwight stared at him blankly.

“Yeah, why the hell not.”

“That’s the spirit, blondie.”

“My name ain’t blondie. It’s—”

Dwight put a finger to the boy’s lips, hushing him. “I don’t need your name, son. Just your arse. Now go to the toilets and wait for me.”

“How long will you be?”

“As long as I fucking want.”

“You’re a bit of an arsehole, bro.” The boy chuckled. “But it’s kinda hot.”

Of course it is.

Dwight suddenly stepped back, his eyes raking over the boy’s chest, lower, then back to his lips that would soon be sucking dick. “Hurry the fuck up and get in there. And when I say I expect you naked, I do mean naked. None of this leaving your t-shirt and socks on bullshit.”

“Yes, Sir.” The boy grinned, giving a mock salute before disappearing inside.

Dwight pressed down on his cock which throbbed impatiently as he watched the boy walk away. The blond lad may not have been Levi-Candy-gorgeous but he would do.

When he was done with taking his sweet time puffing his way through a cigarette, Dwight made his way inside where he slipped discreetly into the ladies toilets and had his way with the piece of teen meat, wrecking the boy’s arsehole with a ruthless fuck.

Yep. I’m the man.

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About Zane Menzy:

Zane lives along the wild west coast of New Zealand in an old seaside cottage with his gaming-obsessed flatmate. He is a fan of ghost stories, road trips, dark-haired men, and nights out that usually lead to his head hanging in a bucket the next morning.

He enjoys creating characters who have flaws, crazy thoughts, and a tendency to make bad decisions. His stories are emotionally-charged and don’t shy away from some of love and life’s darker themes.

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From the Ashes by CM Valencourt

Greetings book lovers! Today I’ve got From The Ashes by CM Valencourt! Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and more!


Blurb:

Hunter and Derek are at a fork in the road…

At their friend Justin’s funeral, once-best-friends Derek and Hunter meet again almost four years after their monumental falling out. Hunter kissed Derek, and Derek freaked out and chose a college on the other side of the country.

If they had a choice, both of them would walk away and never see the other again. Except Justin has given them a mission: an epic road trip to scatter his ashes all over the Midwest, complete with cryptic notes, new friends, and a whole lot of sexual tension. Can Derek and Hunter finish Justin’s road trip without ripping each other’s heads—or clothes—off?

This is a stand-alone 65,000-word novel with an HEA ending.

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Excerpt:

“Why are you suddenly okay with having a gay friend now?”

“What?”

“I mean, you obviously didn’t feel comfortable being best friends with someone who was gay. So what changed?”

Derek’s heart hurt. Of course that’s what Hunter thought, that he ran away because the thought of two guys kissing made him angry or grossed him out. Derek himself had thought that was the case for a while, had even tried to convince himself of it for years. It wasn’t the truth, but Hunter had no way to know that.

No wonder he had hated him.

“I never had a problem with you being gay, Hunter. Fuck, I’m sorry it seemed like that. I’m such an idiot.”

Hunter squinted at him. “You didn’t care that I was gay?”

“I don’t think so. Not in the way you think.”

“So I could have brought a boy to prom, had him in all of our prom pictures, told you about how I sucked his dick in the bathroom, and you would have been…?”

Derek could barely breathe. He imagined wearing a black tux to prom while Hunter wore some crazy colored suit, Derek’s tie and pocket square matching his suit so everyone would know they were together. He imagined his mom and dad taking pictures of the two of them on their front staircase, his father giving Hunter a talk about keeping Derek safe. And he imagined Hunter’s hands around his waist, not caring that the whole thing was a little lame, kissing lightly under cheap party lighting.

But that wasn’t the scenario Hunter was proposing. “I would have been…I don’t know.” Hunter raised one eyebrow, and Derek was stumbling. “I just- it was so confusing. I didn’t tell you everything.”

“So tell me now.” Hunter pulled his feet away.

Derek knew he was digging himself further and further in. If he didn’t just explain to Hunter, he was going to lose him again.

“I was upset about the kiss because…” But he couldn’t say it. There was no way it was coming out after all this time.

“You can tell me anything, Dere.”

There it was, the tipping point, everything falling over the edge. “Because I think I might have liked it.”

Derek could tell that, out of everything, that wasn’t what Hunter was expecting him to say. His eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

Derek couldn’t say it again. He shrugged, a weak smile on his face.

“Okay. That’s…new information. So do you think you’re-”

“I don’t know.” Derek tried to control his breathing like he always told Hunter to do, gripped onto the bed sheets to keep himself from running out of the room.

“Have you experimented, then? You’re at an arts school; I have to imagine there’s some guy who’d be down.”

“No.” Derek blushed. “Only the once.”

Hunter’s voice was strong, but Derek noticed his fingers slightly shaking.

“Then what we have here is a hypothesis: Derek Knight might like kissing boys.”

One boy, specifically, Derek thought. His palms were sweating.

“So a hypothesis needs to be falsifiable. How do you feel about kissing girls?”

“It’s…fine.”

Hunter chuckled. “That’s what you said about the beer.”

Derek elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“But a hypothesis also has to be repeatable,” Hunter continued. It took Derek a few moments to catch up.

“You’d really kiss me again? After all that?”

Hunter smiled. “After everything, I promised myself I wouldn’t kiss any straight boys. But I think you’re currently falling under the LGBTQ umbrella under Questioning.”

His head was buzzing. If Hunter was actually willing to kiss him again, he knew he had to try.

“Okay,” Derek said, barely a whisper.

Hunter seemed to remember the camera, still on in his hand. He turned it off and got up to put it on his bed. When he came back, he was closer, facing Derek. “But only if you want to,” Hunter told him.

In that moment, Derek wanted to be the one to lean in, wanted to crash into Hunter like the lake into the sand. But it was too hard, the chasm between them too dangerous for him to cross.

He couldn’t make himself say it, so instead he nodded. He closed his eyes, waiting for it to come.

Hunter’s lips met his, and instantly it was like they were back in that day in Hunter’s parents’ basement, the continuation of something. Hunter moved slowly at first, letting Derek get a taste of what was happening.

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About the Author:

C.M. Valencourt is a new m/m romance author. They started devouring queer fiction when they still had to smuggle it into their parents’ Catholic household, and dreamed of writing books about queer people finding love ever since. They like figure skating, ghost hunting shows, and Carly Rae Jepsen. You can find out more about their books and learn about upcoming releases at cmvalencourt.com.

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