Welcome, Katherine Wyvern with her Editor’s Pick, Transgender – Historical Romance Novel, A Muse to Live For

A Muse to Live For

Welcome Katherine. What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message? 

I hope they get a glimpse of what it is like to be an artist, a poet, to have this obsessive creative drive, which is sometimes difficult to express, and even more difficult to control. It is a great gift, but it can also be destructive.

Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?

Well, the first spark for the story came from a dream I had, about a Victorian painter in love with his model who also happened to be a prostitute (yeah, I have some crazy dreams). But it became a lot more complex of course, especially when I decided to integrate the story in my loosely interconnected transgender trilogy. I ended up adding things that were inspired by anecdotes in various Pre Raphaelite painters’ lives, and also some autobiographical aspects.

Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?

Writing historical fiction, especially your first historical fiction has a very steep learning curve, because you have to research everything, even the smallest things. How did people dress, what did they eat, how did they travel etc, how much did a barber charge for a shave? How do you wear a bustle? What the heck is a bustle for that matter? Luckily I have read almost exclusively historical fiction all my life, so I had a certain feel for the period, but even so, there was a lot of work to do in researching small details. 

The other great challenge was to turn the artist/muse dynamic into an actual love story between two real persons. Artists tend to see they muse as something powerful and almost supernatural, and to reconcile that with a more “human-to-flawed-human” relationship took some serious leap of imagination for me.

How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story?

It depends from book to book, sometimes the cast is pretty numerous and vivid, sometimes I like to write characters that are distinctly alone, in a sort of personal and social void. This is the case with this story, since both main characters are very isolated. But there is a good friend that is essential to their story arc, and two rather remarkable landladies 😊

What or who influences your writing?

The most obvious influence on this book is certainly Antonia Byatt. I love her prose, and the way she can describe works of art as well as everyday situations. 

What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?

A pantser, a pantser forever! I consider myself lucky if I start a book with the smallest inkiling of what the story arc will be. Sometimes I really no idea where I am going at all. I don’t even write book in chronological order, but skipping back and forth in the plot quite at random, following the emotions that are more in needof expression at the moment. It is very exciting, but also a little scary!

What is important in your life and why?

Just like Nathaniel, the painter in A Muse to Live for (who is most definitely one of the closest alter egos I ever wrote), expressing my creativity is perhaps the strongest need I have. I can become terribly depressed if the “muse” (real or imaginary) is absent. 

Other than that I think the most important thing for me is to live a genuine life with the people I love, notably my husband and my pets. I don’t have any wish to waste energy and resources in anything “glamorous”, be it expensive holidays, restaurants, fashionable gadgets or what-nots. 

Blurb:

Editor’s Pick ~ A Muse to Live For

~Editor’s Pick~

“This is one of the most beautiful romances I’ve ever read.”

London, 1884

An artist lives to create. When Nathaniel’s urge to paint died, so did his will to live.

Until the night he meets Gabrielle.

Gabrielle may be just a poor prostitute, but she has the beauty of a Pre-Raphaelite stunner and the otherworldly aura of a fallen angel. She also has a secret. Gabrielle is Gabriel, and when Gabriel’s dark past comes knocking and Gabrielle must abandon her new career as an artist’s model, Nathaniel’s whole world comes crashing down again.

Better to die than living without her love, and the breathtaking creative drive she brought him. But it’s dead easy to die for a woman. Any fool can die for love. To live for it, that takes altogether more courage, doggedness, and imagination.

Be Warned: transgender romance, queer romance, cross-dressing, m/m sex, anal sex, rape

Excerpt:

I am not sure how to touch Nathaniel. I want him to kiss me again, I want him to hold me, I want him to look at me that way he does in his studio, when he watches every line of my body and sees a woman. And at the same time, I wish he would see me for what I am, all that I am, once and for all, so I don’t have to hide anymore. 

So I shed my jacket, and the blouse underneath. I shiver a little in the cold when my arms are bared, and he runs his warm palms on my goosebumps, soothing them.

Then I stand to unbutton my skirts and petticoat, and untie my bustle, and I let it all swish down around my knees, and I stand here naked, in my small chemise, and stockings and corset, and my boots. 

I am still silk-skinned and woman shaped. 

Except for that one thing.

I steal a glance at his face—I can hardly bear to look at his eyes, standing here so naked—thinking he will wince, or frown. Or scream, what do you know. You can never tell, with a sensitive artistic temperament. 

But he does none of these things.

Instead he goes to his knees on the floor, like a man about to propose in some play, and with a sort of mute reverence he strokes my thighs and my buttocks, and the back of my knees, through the stockings. When he lays a kiss and then his forehead on the hard of my hip, where the bone pokes sharply under my skin, I put my hands on his crazy hair, and hold him there, and with the barest, lightest touch of his fingertips he caresses the front of my corset, on my belly, and then down, down.

And to my acute embarrassment, the damn thing shivers to his touch, stiffening, rising.

Well. He has certainly seen me, now. He really has. 

He is not screaming.

I pull him to his feet and I step out of my puddled skirts, and gently I undress him. Jacket and shirt and trousers and drawers, socks, everything. 

He is as tall as I am, which I had never noticed, because he always stands with his head bent and his shoulders slumped. He’s not muscular, but there is no fat on him either. He has well-built bones under his lumpy clothes—he badly needs a good tailor—and he would be rather handsome if he held himself straight, with his chin up, and didn’t look so much at odds with himself. He’s pale, but not as pale as I am, and there is just the merest spray of hair on his chest. 

I caress his skin all over as I undress him, and he looks transfixed, as if it had never occurred to him that it takes two to dance this dance. Perhaps he thought I’d make him spend the night on his knees adoring me. 

The heat of his skin is like a deep current, and it draws me to him.

We stand here mute, the only sounds the drumming of the rain and the swish of falling clothes, and gently kissing lips. 

When I push him to lie on the bed, I have a moment of dread that he might want to do that to me. I cannot have it. I will not be taken that way ever again. 

I’ll make my living giving blowjobs for the rest of my days, I guess.

But I am not afraid of him. I do not believe he’d be capable of hurting a fly, let alone me. 

“So, do you fancy that blowjob, finally?” I whisper in his ear, smiling, but he holds me close, too close for me to slide down along his body.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips on my ear, so that words are made into a caress, “I love you, I love you.”

“Hush,” I whisper back, bearing down on him, grinding my cock on his. “Don’t say such things. It cannot be. It can’t.”

“This night, this once, please, let me say it. I love you, I love you, I love you.” His body rises to meet mine, and I feel those tears spilling now, with joy, and grief, and pity. Pity for him, for me, for both of us, lost in this narrow garret under the drumming rain, orphans in this storm, desperately naked in this terrible iron city.

“Only this once, then,” I whisper. “Tomorrow, you must forget.” 

And before he can answer or kiss me again, I slip out of his arms, and down, along his chest and belly, so he cannot see me cry.

I have pleasured so many men this way, but never one I loved, and maybe it’s the same thing, and yet it’s something altogether different. He’s all silk and warmth and heaving life and fire pulsing, and his flesh matters to mine, so that my whole body loves his. 

“You—don’t—have—to do this,” he whispers at first, but then he surrenders finally, and lets the pleasure take him. 

I told him, the first time we met, that I’d do him for free. Who would have guessed, then, that I would end up doing him for love?

And I don’t know if he’s a virgin—but he is indeed quick. His cock grows even tauter on my tongue, and he breathes in short, hard gasps a few times. When his body arches and heaves and his hand fumbles at my cheek, I hold him, and hold him, and hold him… He comes with a broken moan, hotly. I swallow it all. 

On the street I never do. But here, now, with him, I could not bring myself to spit.

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Check out Jonny, the 5th installment in the Fallen Gliders Series By Lynn Burke

Jonny

Fallen Gliders 5

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Keywords: MC Romance, Rubenesque, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense, Series, HEA

About Jonny

Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.

The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.

Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.

EXCERPT:

She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock.

She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier.

I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock. “I’d rather have you ride me.”

She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck.

“But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move.

“You held back last night.”

I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock.

Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“Only if they want me to.”

“Spanking?”

I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.”

“Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer.

“Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,”

She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock.

“Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt.

She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.”

So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?”

“I want you bare—if that’s okay?”

“I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?”

She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.”

“So am I.”

I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion.

“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted.

Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth.

“Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.”

Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts.

With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood.

Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub.

“Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…”

Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me.

“Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding.

I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again.

Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly.

She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me.

I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle.

“God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up.

I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close.

Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me.

“God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her.

Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her.

© Lynn Burke 2018

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In the Eye of the Wind – a May-December – Fantasy – Gay Romance Novel by Katherine Wyvern

Please join me in welcoming Katherine Wyvern, a fellow author in the M/M genre.

All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?

I live with my head in the clouds half the time (no, who am I kidding? ALL the time), dreaming up stories and people… And I like to make things, create beautiful objects. A story is a beautiful object crafted from words. I just love to do that.

What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message? 

Wind is really a fun story. It has very dark moments, but it was mostly an escape from more serious topics into a fantasy world of action and magic. But I did couch a critic of homophobic behaviors in it, and a plea for tolerance.

Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?

Oh, this is really funny! Last summer I was drawing a sketch of a pale blond elf and I messed up his left eye so badly that I was going to throw the whole thing away. In a moment of exasperation I blacked out the offending eye, and BAM! This incredibly beautiful, sexy elf-pirate was there in front of me. I was blown over. I began writing his story the next day. I had no idea where I was going with it, not the faintest hint of a plot, nothing. It was crazy and a lot of fun.

Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?

Not really. It was a beautiful adventure to write this, and it had a magic all of its own. The main challenge came at editing time, because as it is often the case with my heroes, Rikko’ was a very quiet, introverted character who had a lot of trouble declaring his love. My editor is always at loggerheads with my heroes about this, nagging them into being more outspoken. It can be difficult to make it happen out of the blue however, and it requires a lot of careful fine-tuning in the hero’s characterization to make it believable without utterly destroying his individual personality.W

How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story?

It depends from book to book, but in general I love to have vivid characters in the background to bring the story to life, and yes, sometimes they end up having their own story. Queen Amata, the Queen in this book, as a very minor character in Spellbreakers (Evernight Publishing, 2014). She is not the main character here, but she plays a crucial role. 

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

I write sci/fi, fantasy and contemporary, and my most recent book (which is coming soon) is an historical fiction. I had thought about trying my hand at a paranormal story, but I don’t seem able to make any headway with it.

What or who influences your writing?

My favorite authors, Antonia S. Byatt, Patrick O’Brian and Tolkien all have an influence on my prose and themes. In this particular book O’Brian’s influence is really obvious, seeing how much ship-action is going on in the story! 

What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?

Absolute pantser. I follow my emotional urge to write a certain scene, very much at random, often skipping back and forth into the story. Eventually all the scenes begin to form a pattern and I get to craft the necessary connections.

What are your three favorite books by other authors and why? You don’t have to limit this to three. (I know I can’t.)

Possession and The Children Books by Antonia Byatt. The Lord of the Rings. H.M.S. Surprise (if I have to pick ONE O’Brian book!).

What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?

Create, always, whether it’s writing or painting, or crafting. If I am too tired for any of this, I make digital pictures. It’s my comfort-food equivalent.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

There is this very strange sci/fi story I began tinkering with last year. It’s got time travel in it, and a rather heartbreaking twist on the idea of fated mates. But I haven’t really figured out the romance yet, since one of the characters is still unclear to me.W

Blurb:

Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.

Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.

And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.

Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.

From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?

Excerpt:

“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing. 

Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.

Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need… 

But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.

“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips. 

Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt.

“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.

“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.

Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.” 

He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way.

Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body.

Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay. 

He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.

Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.

He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.

“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him! 

“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!”

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”

Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed.

“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.

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I have Beth D. Carter visiting today with her new, adult, Ménage à trois (MFM, MMF) novel, The Song Bird

Please tell us a little about your new release (The Song Bird) without giving too much of a spoiler away.

It’s a historical ménage romance, set in San Francisco, a few years after the gold rush of 1849.  I was drawn to this time period after a vacation there. I bicycled over the Golden Gate Bridge, I took a boat to Alcatraz, and walked up and down the hills of Chinatown. San Francisco has such a rich history, full of excitement and violence, that this story practically jumped to life.

Did you plan out all the characters before you started the story or did they develop as you wrote?

My heroine, Avilon, demanded at the start to be a strong woman, atypical of the year she lives in.  She’s world savvy, yet manages to hold a last spark of innocence that draws in her two men,  Eli and Jason. As for writing the men, they developed over the course of writing the story.

What drew you to this time period?

Everyone knows of the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, but there’s a really dark side that many not know, and that’s what drew me.  After gold was discovered in Coloma in 1849 and California was annexed as a state, everything was thrown into chaos. People wanted to bring law and order, but the wildness didn’t want to leave just yet.

Blurb:

Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister.  All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.

When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice.  But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.

Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger.  As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.

Excerpt:

“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”

Confusion clouded their eyes. 

“What do you mean?” Eli asked.

“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”

The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.

“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.

“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.

That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.

Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.

Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.

Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.

Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her. 

“What?” she asked, startled.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”

Author Info:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: 

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Love My Children First is a TOP 100 SELLER on BookStrand!

I’ve just learned Love My Children First is a TOP 100 SELLER on BookStrand!

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Love My Children First – 82 on Bookstrand Bestseller List 2-20-18

It’s also a top 30 M/M Bestseller!

Love My Children First – 30 on Bookstrand Bestseller MM List 2-20-18

Two of my other titles are also Best Sellers!

Kory Steed Bookstrand Bestseller Book Titles 2-20-18

From Lightning to Love – http://www.bookstrand.com/from-lightning-to-love-mm

When Lightning Strikes Twice – http://www.bookstrand.com/when-lightning-strikes-twice-mm

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Love My Children First COVER

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Blurb:

Toby Jacobson is a pansexual man living a heterosexual life as a happily married father of four with a fifth child on the way, but a sinister illness lurks in the shadows. A month after the birth of his daughter, the unimaginable happens when his wife, Sydney, falls into a coma after suffering a brain bleed and is declared braindead. Facing a future without her, Toby searches for a live-in nanny to care for his children without success until a friend recommends a highly qualified but inexperienced former classmate, but there is a catch, Cliff Turnbull is a man, he’s an Adonis, and he’s a virgin.

While managing life-threatening emergencies, emotional outbursts from the grieving children, antagonistic—divorced parents, a meddling—suspicious mother’s interventions, and memories of Sydney, images of a gay, youthful-fling return to Toby and physical yearnings begin to surface in Cliff. In the ensuing weeks, as a smoldering physical attraction begins to grow between them, Toby and Cliff travel a tumultuous path while they try to regain some semblance of order and build a new life for the family. Through it all, Cliff remains steadfast in his support of Toby and the children as they slowly discover a depth of love that no one could have believed possible and a passion than neither could have imagined.

Love My Children First Reader

Teaser:

Toby stepped forward and rested his left hand on Cliff’s shoulder. “You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Cliff looked down at his shoes. “I did.”

“We could start with that.” Toby reached his hand to the back of Cliff’s head and pulled it down. He brushed his lips across Cliff’s and then kissed him at the corner of his mouth. “Is this okay?” He whispered as he brushed their cheeks together and then nibbled Cliff’s earlobe.

“Yes.” Cliff whimpered as fine tremors permeated his body.

Toby drew his cheek back and slowly brushed his lips past Cliff’s again and kissed him gently on the other corner of his mouth.

Cliff followed his mouth and met his lips with his own. His mouth opened as he let out a moan.

Toby slid his tongue in and held Cliff’s face in both hands as he pressed their lips together. As he moved away, he gently grasped Cliff’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled it with him.

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“Oh! Oh! Toby!” Cliff pulled his head away and reached for his groin.

“What’s wrong?”

“Toby when you did that, my body … I’m getting…” Cliff pressed his hand down against his growing erection. “Toby, I’m sorry. I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t. Do you trust me, Cliff?”

“Yes,” Cliff squeaked.

“May I touch you?”

Cliff nodded his head. “Mmm hmm.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Cliff. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I promise.”

“Okay. What are you going to do?”

Toby reached down and traced the outline of Cliff’s swelling penis. It extended well down his left thigh. When Toby squeezed, Cliff gasped. “Oh! Oh, my, G … G … God!”

Toby slid his hand along the growing member’s length as he worked it up behind the pocket until it rested just below the belt, then squeezed the head.

Cliff’s knees buckled, and he began to drop to the floor.

“Let’s move you to the sofa,” Toby said, as he grabbed ahold of him. He led Cliff by the hand and sat him down. “Unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your pants.”

“Okay. Toby, I’m so nervous.” He fumbled with the buckle.

Toby moved in front of Cliff and pushed the coffee table back. Then he kneeled down. “It’s okay, Cliff.” He reached for the belt and undid it, then unzipped his fly.

“Now, lift your butt and pull your pants down to your knees.”

Once he’d done it, Toby pulled them down to his ankles.

“Oh, Toby, it’s getting bigger.”

“I can see that. Now, pull your shirt up to your chest and raise your butt.”

When Cliff lifted, Toby began pulling his boxers down, but the head of his penis got stuck in the elastic. Toby reached his hand in and freed it.

“Oh my God!”

“It’s okay, Cliff. You’re doing fine.”

“Toby, the sensations… When you touched me… I can’t believe how it feels. I … I…”

“Just let it happen, Cliff.” Toby pulled his boxers down to join the pants.

“Now, pull off your shirt and slide your hips forward until your butt is at the edge of the sofa. Then put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”

“Okay,” Cliff squeaked again. As he slid forward, he was forced to spread his legs apart, around Toby’s body.

“Now lean your head back and close your eyes. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling. You don’t have to do anything.”

Cliff did as he was told.

“I’m not going to hurt your, Cliff. I’m going to touch you in different places and in different ways. This can be intense the first time because the pleasure sensations can be overwhelming, so try not to cry out.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll try.”

Toby placed his hands against Cliff’s groin, surrounding his penis and lifting his scrotum with his thumbs.

Cliff jumped. “Oh,” he moaned.

Toby moved his fingers down to beneath Cliff’s nearly lemon-sized balls. When he rhythmically raked the tips of his fingers beneath his sack, Cliff’s shaft lurched upward. Toby watched the shaft pulsate as it filled with blood until it stood erect, hugging Cliff’s abdomen.

Toby drew his fingertips up Cliff’s thighs, up his hairy, rigid abdomen, until he reached his chest.

“Your six-pack, Cliff … it’s so hard, like it’s made from cobblestones and your pecs are solid masses of muscle.” He circled his fingers around Cliff’s nipples and allowed them to linger there as he gently pinched them. One at a time he licked them, leaving a tendril of saliva to his mouth as he blew on them.

With each breath, Cliff’s torso lunged forward.

When Toby drew his fingernails across his nipples, they swelled and hardened, forcing Cliff to grunt with pleasure.

Toby stood up and kicked off his shoes. Then he dropped his pants and briefs and kicked them away. He was semi-erect. He kneeled onto the sofa and then scooted up and slid his butt along Cliff’s thighs. Ending in his lap, he thrust his groin up and down the rigid shaft as his own manhood continued to engorge with blood.

Cliff cried out. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” A bead or pre-cum emerged from the slit of his bulbous glans.

“It’s okay, Cliff.” Toby planted his mouth against Cliff’s parted lips. “Just let it happen.”

“Toby, it’s … it’s … I can’t describe it. Oh, my God! Is that your penis … touching mine?”

Toby pressed a finger to Cliff’s lips. “Hush.”

When Toby drew his fingertips out to just beneath Cliff’s armpits and down his flanks, Cliff moaned again. Then he slid the back of his right hand against Cliff’s belly and drew it forward until his palm pressed against the massive, turgid rod. Focusing his contact along the shaft, he slid it up from the base while pulling it slightly toward him until it pressed against his own.

“Oh, God! Oh, my God! Oh, Toby. Oh, my God!”

By the time his hand reached the glans, it was well above Cliff’s belly button just beneath his breast bone.

“It’s quite large, Cliff.” Holy fuck it’s a monster, Toby screamed to himself inside his head. “There’s a lot here to … how do I say it … to handle. Are you doing okay?”

“Toby. Oh, Toby. Oh, my God. Toby.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

The bead of pre-cum rose up as more began to ooze beneath it. Toby lightly pressed his palm over the forming globule and moved it in circles, spreading Cliff’s natural lubricant over, around, and under the bulbous head.

Again, Cliff’s torso lurched forward. He reached for his cock, but Toby pushed his hands away and then blew a tight stream of air across the glistening slit. Once he had completely coated the head, he wrapped his hand around the glans and slowly slid it downward along both of their shafts.

Cliff’s teeth closed over his upper lip. He grunted as his hips bucked up involuntarily, shoving his shaft through Toby’s barely clenched fist and against Toby’s erection.

As Toby slid farther down, his fingers began to splay apart. Their shafts were simply too thick to be encased by one hand alone.

“Are you okay, Cliff?” Holy fuck! Toby thought. How am I going to get my mouth around him?

“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”