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Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.
Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.
When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.
Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?
Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes
I’ll make this interview fun…
Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be?
(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon meringue pie, yeah.
What do you do when you need to blow off steam?
If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach, although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod
What do you look for in a man?
Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could go on all day about him.
What is in your refrigerator right now?
In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.
What’s on your bedroom floor?
In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.
What do you wear in bed?
Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now
Light on or off?
Either, both
Chocolate or vanilla?
Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate.
What’s your biggest fear?
Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.
What is your most treasured possession?
After the last question … Jon’s not my possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.
What’s your favorite outfit?
I have some old faded levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work. I like my black one best.
What do you like to see Jon dressed in?
Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…
Do you have a favorite music track?
My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic. We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.
Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.
(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…
We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?
(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?
We have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night
Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”
Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but maybe nine or ten.” Saxon sat up.
“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the bed and dashed to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front zipper pocket. He ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end at the front. He cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty. I’m sorry, I have to dash.”
“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while you dress?”
“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a cup at the gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the jeans and sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a pair of boots to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into them.
Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of bed and walked rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over the back of a chair. He brought it to Jon.
Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you. Is it okay to leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and grabbed up his backpack.
To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed him by the side of his mouth.
“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He strode to the door, opened it, and left.
Saxon went to the bathroom and picked up Jon’s pajamas. He hung them from a hook on the door and dragged on his robe from the other hook. Jon’s socks lay in a damp bunch on the floor next to the shelf housing towels. His boots must leak. Concern furrowed his brow. He put the socks in the laundry hamper. They can go in the wash. I’ll get coffee first. I’ve missed early trading. Perhaps it doesn’t matter this once. Saxon hummed as he heaped coffee grains into the filter. An unfamiliar deep happiness bubbled in him.
Copyright E. D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing
Seven things about character Jon Palmer from new release gay romance, Like a Thief in the Night.
- He wears an Armani jacket for work.
- He prefers to wear ripped jeans and a t-shirt
- He’s used to heights since he’s had to scale the roof of an apartment block all summer
- He likes hot chocolate before bed
- He owns a pair of blue rubber toe post sandals
- He has a tiny art studio in a beach suburb
- Circumstances force him to quit his city job
Like a Thief in the Night
Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.
Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.
When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money, Jon must make a choice.
Will he risk telling Saxon he loves him or let his lack of confidence lead him astray and away from the man who loves him, too?
Read a teaser:
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The invitation to kiss lured Jon in a second. The delicious feel of his lover’s lips mingled with the emotion that swished in his stomach. He clung to Saxon, sharing heated kiss after kiss until his heart raced. He drew away trying to cool the moment.
Saxon traced a finger along Jon’s cheek to his jaw. It left delectable sensation in its wake.
Jon took a deep breath. He returned to sitting in the shelter of Saxon’s arm and stared at the screen where the movie played on.
Moments passed before Saxon spoke softly.
“I know you go home Saturday after work, but can I see you tomorrow night? Will you come to the beach house? I know it’s clingy, maybe even surprising, but I feel like I don’t want to let you out of my sight.”
The sentiment sent a wave of warmth into Jon’s heart. If only things were different, we’d fall in love. I already feel safe with him. I want to love him and have him love me. He won’t love a felon. Jon sighed.
Saxon must have mistaken the sigh for a refusal. “You probably have plans, of course.”
Jon hurried to correct the idea. “No. I’d love to see you, Saxon.”
“Where’s your phone? I’ll put my address and both my numbers in your contacts.”
Jon couldn’t help smiling. He likes me a lot, for sure. He stood and went to his jacket. He brought his smartphone back to the couch and sat beside Saxon. “Here you go.”
Saxon bent his head to key in the information.
Just watching him gave Jon a soft glow of affection for the man. When Saxon gave him the phone, Jon held onto his hand. “Do you want my number?”
“Naturally. I’ll fetch my phone from my desk.” He slipped his hand from Jon’s grasp, his fingers sliding along Jon’s.
The feeling translated into pure sex for Jon. When Saxon returned to the couch with his phone, Jon traced the shape of his lover’s toned muscles in the t-shirt stretched across his chest with a hungry gaze. Desire gripped Jon and he muffled a sigh. He longed to feel Saxon’s skin beneath his palms. He ached to press against Saxon’s hard body.
Saxon held out his phone.
Jon keyed his number into Saxon’s contacts and slipped the phone next to his own on the adjacent cushion. He turned to Saxon sitting beside him and ran his hand around Saxon’s waist. He leaned to kiss Saxon’s ear and neck.
Saxon shifted his head and found Jon’s mouth. Kissing him and smiling, he murmured, “I might not be able to stop at kisses.”
A smile crept onto Jon’s lips as he recognized his own phrase. He pulled Saxon’s t-shirt up and over his head. “Sounds perfect.” He drifted his fingers in circles over Saxon’s chest as he kissed his lover. An aura of sex fell over him as he opened Saxon’s pants and trailed his fingertips over the shape of Saxon’s cock, rock hard, the tip reaching to the top of his boxers. A low moan escaped him as he touched his tongue to Saxon’s. He pushed his hand into Saxon’s underwear and grasped his lover’s dick.
Saxon barely broke the kiss to murmur. “Let’s get naked. I need to feel your body clasped to mine.”
Jon didn’t need asking again. He stood and pulled off his sweater. He levered off his boots and dragged off his jeans and underwear in one move. His heart pounded. His eyelids felt heavy with lust as he turned to Saxon and saw him naked, his clothes lying on the floor around him.
Jon grabbed him close. He crushed Saxon to him, the feel of his lover’s hard cock pressed on his own sent tingles through every part of his body. He rocked his hips so that their dicks rubbed together. He grasped Saxon’s ass and kissed his mouth hard. His balls tightened and desperation made his stomach clench as he felt the first stirring of orgasm. “Fuck, Saxon, you drive me nuts. I need to come so bad I feel like begging.”
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