“Those who live passionately teach us how to love. Those who love passionately teach us how to live.” — Sarah Ban Breathnach
I’m thrilled to share that the print edition of Scott and Mark’s story is now available! You can pick up a copy at the following retailers. (It’ll be showing up at Barnes & Noble and others in the next few weeks.)
Available Now at:
Thanks to everyone who’s already checked out the e-book edition. It recently reached the #6 spot on the All Romance eBooks bestseller list. The number of things I am thankful for this year is too numerous to even consider listing, but please know, my readers rank very near the top. You are the best! THANK YOU for continuing to give my stories a try, and I truly hope you’re enjoying this one.
MORE THAN JUST A GOOD BOOK
Shy, nervous Scott is a big book geek, and fellow student Mark is a bit controlling between the sheets. During one afternoon at the university library, they find they are the perfect match. Now they have to find out if they can keep on proving that some things are even more enjoyable than a good book.
As the two begin exploring their most secret sexual fantasies, neither can imagine walking away. With only one semester left before they head off in different directions, they discover it’s impossible to avoid their growing feelings for each other. When a desperate bully tries to destroy Mark’s chance at the career he’s always wanted and tries to keep him away from Scott, the two lovers must come to terms with exactly what it means to be in love with someone–and how to be brave enough to go after what it is they truly want.
This is the expanded, full-length novel. The original short story is chapter one of this novel. This work contains graphic language and explicit sexual content between two men, including some light BDSM (spanking and bondage). Intended for adult audiences only.
The next installment of my serial story is now available on my website. I hope you enjoy this edition. Next up is the final installment!
Note about the Final Installment: Next month (November 2013), the final section of MORE THAN JUST A GOOD BOOK will be available on my website for free for only 2 weeks, then it will be removed from the site and the full e-book will be available for purchase at Amazon and other online retailers. You can sign up for my newsletter to get an announcement about the final installment so you don’t miss out.
I hope you enjoy reading more of Mark and Scott’s story.
Excerpt from part 8
Mark shifted to kneel on the floor before him. He laid his hands on Scott’s knees. “People who have love behind them are stronger than those without it.” He gripped him by the thighs and tugged him forward until Scott was straddling his lap on the floor. “They have more to fight for.” He drew him even closer, and they were plastered together, Scott’s legs wrapped around Mark. He slid a hand up Scott’s sides, under his T-shirt. Then he removed the shirt in one fluid motion.
Scott gasped as Mark kissed his skin at the base of his neck, an openmouthed kiss that went from his neck to a nipple without stopping. He gave another long tongue-filled kiss all the way back up to Scott’s ear, his warm breath drawing out goose bumps as he said, “Love makes you brave.”
Oh God. Scott tilted Mark’s head back and kissed him, unable to keep from showing how his words and actions affected him.
Never breaking the kiss with the movement, Mark rolled them, pinning Scott on the floor beneath him.
Scott clutched at his arms, tugging him closer, needing more of his kisses, his touches, more of Mark.
He wanted to feel every inch of Mark pressing down on him, wanted to connect with him beyond what sex or words could ever offer. Only he had no idea how to show that to him.
The next installment of Mark and Scott’s story is now available.
If you check it out, I hope you enjoy the continuation of MORE THAN JUST A GOOD BOOK.
And remember, if you want don’t want to miss reading the rest of the story for free, you can sign up to follow this blog via email and/or to receive my newsletter. Once the final installment has been published, the entire e-book will be available as a free download for two weeks.
Scott is a big book geek and Mark is a little controlling between the sheets. During one afternoon at the university library, they find they are the perfect match. Now they have to find out if they can keep on proving that some things are even more enjoyable than a good book.
Except from part 7
Mark awoke to the oddest sensation. He could feel the heat of Scott’s body beside him. He opened his eyes and found the bedroom still dark. The rain pounding against the window as the storm continued its onslaught added to his feeling of unease. His eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Scott was leaning over him, watching him. “Are you awake?”
Mark laughed. “I am now.”
A loud crack of thunder ripped through the room, startling him. So did the look of worry on Scott’s face that was visible as the flash of lightning lit up the room. Mark scrambled for the lamp on the bedside table. “What’s wrong?”
“I want to go with you when you confront Bruce.”
“What?” Mark moved to a sitting position. “No way.” He tried for a calmer tone. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Scott pulled his legs up under him so he sat on the bed facing Mark. The plaid flannel pajama pants and white long-sleeve cotton shirt he wore had him looking much younger than usual. They’d both been frozen when they got to Mark’s after their stroll through the rain. Mark had forgone his usual insistence that Scott strip down to nothing, and they’d dressed for bed. Although Mark had skipped a shirt with his sweatpants. He’d been glad about that as soon as Scott had settled into the bed with his head on Mark’s chest. That was the last thing he remembered before he drifted off to sleep.
What time was it? Had Scott gotten any sleep?
“I don’t think…” Scott breathed deep, as if summoning the courage to say more. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go alone. You don’t always keep your cool around Bruce.”
He was right about that, but… “Everything in me says I need to make sure you stay away from him.”
Scott said nothing. He folded and unfolded the tip of his right sock that hung off the ends of his toes.
Mark leaned back against the headboard and stared at the ceiling, drumming his fingers on his bent knees. “Don’t ask me to do this.”
To celebrate the release of WHAT YOU DO TO ME, I thought I’d share some of my favorite moments from Breathe (on sale this week for $5.99 at Loose Id). It’s hard for me to pick just a few, but here goes…lots of kissing in my faves (big surprise there, right?)…
Their lips joined, mouths opened, and the wet heat of their tongues combined. The smooth slide of that simple touch had another surge of lust flooding Jay’s body. There was no denying the roughness of the kiss, the brush of facial hair on his chin, the pressure of strong lips covering his, the persistence of tongue that demanded a taste. Like no kiss he’d ever had, like no kiss with—
No. He had to live in the moment. Had to stay right where he was. Looking back would end it. No way could he enjoy the man kissing him if he let anything else in.
So he didn’t. He wrapped an arm around Dark Eyes and let the desire engulf him, let his tongue explore the other man’s mouth.
A man. He could not believe he was doing this. But he didn’t want it to end. He longed to grab hold of the other man and fuck him until the relief he craved overtook him and exhaustion settled in. And that scared the shit out of him. He shouldn’t be so out of control.
Jay advanced. For the second time in his life, he didn’t give a shit what anyone else said about his choice in a lover. He seized Lincoln by the waist and crushed his mouth to the other man’s. Lincoln spread his lips and grabbed hold of Jay. No hesitation. No delay. Everything faded but the strength of that kiss, the power, the depth, the drive of man against man.
Lincoln zipped his jeans closed, then spread out on his stomach beside Jay. “What are you talking about?”
“A lot of times, the father didn’t live with his children. Extended families on the mother’s side lived together. The uncle filled the role of father and was more important to the kids than their biological father. The term ‘uncle’ held great respect.”
“Is that true?”
“Uh-huh. I looked it up.”
“The other day. I remembered a book of Native American customs and myths I’d read in high school that mentioned it. It reminded me of you and the kids.”
Lincoln tried to pretend moisture wasn’t building in his eyes.
Yeah. There was no way to avoid it. He was in love with Jay Miller.
Lincoln charged forward and crowded Jay against the wall. Before Jay could stop him, Lincoln crushed their lips together.
It was the harshest kiss Jay had ever had. Lips, teeth, tongue, the scrape of male facial stubble against his chin. Damn, he wanted more. He clasped Lincoln’s neck and tugged the man closer. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of Lincoln’s tongue.
It seemed Lincoln liked that. He pressed his groin against Jay’s hip. The man was hardening right there, touching him. Jay slunk a hand between them and squeezed Lincoln’s dick. That brought out a moan, and Jay’s own cock firmed inside his jeans. God, he wanted to know. Needed to know. He slid down the wall to his knees.
Lincoln dropped a hand to his head. “You shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”
Jay ignored him, got the man’s jeans open, and lowered his underwear. Lincoln’s cock looked larger than it had felt in his hands at Sonny’s. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked as he pushed the briefs farther down. He leaned in and ran his tongue over Lincoln’s balls. The heated flesh, the salty taste. So damn good. He opened wider and sucked a ball into his mouth, letting it fill him.
Lincoln worked the fingers of one hand through Jay’s hair and stroked the back of his head. Not rough. A caress. A promise.
With that soft touch, all denials, all arguments, all hope of fending off what might be, were gone. Jay would not deny himself this. This—he had waited too long for.
The slide of their shafts, the taste of Lincoln, the touch, the smell of him—more intense, better than any fuck they’d had so far.
Yet, right then, Jay wanted to give Lincoln more. “Wait.”
Maybe Lincoln didn’t hear him. He kept driving forward.
Jay arched his back and pushed his pelvis against Lincoln’s, a contrast to his next word. “Stop.”
Lincoln stilled. Their bodies still fused together, he dropped his forehead to Jay’s shoulder and exhaled, the warm breath hitting the sensitive skin of Jay’s neck. “We have to stop?” he asked in a low whisper.
“God, no. I want more. I want you naked. Want you to make love to me.”
“It’s good you see your mistake. Mistakes help you figure out what kind of man you want to be.”
Lincoln almost missed the next words as Adam turned away. “I want to be like you.”
Damn, if that didn’t hit him in the heart. He’d never been more thankful he’d agreed to live there. Maybe Nancy was right. Maybe the kids didn’t need a father. Maybe Jay had been right too. Maybe Lincoln could be what they needed.
With his hand, Jay burned a path down Lincoln’s body, fingers sliding over skin, over the tattoo, petting the image of the running wolf. “The wolf symbolizes loyalty and fidelity.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I’ve read a lot. Native American history, symbolism. I was studying to be a history teacher before—” He removed his hand from Lincoln’s arm. “I had to drop out.”
Stupid. Jay was too smart not to do something more with his life. Lincoln traced Jay’s jaw with the palm of his hand. “I got the tat to remind me of what I had done. I told myself I’d never cheat again. That wasn’t the kind of man I wanted to be.” He forced Jay to look at him. “And I expect the same from someone I’m seeing.” The words could scare Jay off, but Lincoln needed to say them, needed Jay to know what was happening between them—whether they wanted to admit it or not. Make sure Jay understood where this was headed if they kept things going the way they’d been.
Jay dropped his head to Lincoln’s shoulder. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know, but the idea of stopping this bothers the hell out of me.”
Neither man spoke for several breaths.
“I’m sorry about your mom,” Jay finally said.
“Thanks.” Lincoln ran a hand over Jay’s back. A slight shiver in response didn’t mean anything, did it? “It was just Nance and me after that. She was fifteen. I promised my mom I’d always take care of her.”
Jay lifted his head. “She’s lucky to have you.”
“You give me a lot of credit.”
“You’ve earned it.” Jay wrapped his arms around Lincoln’s neck. The press of Jay’s mouth to his melted Lincoln’s resolve to think instead of feel. He pulled Jay closer. Their tongues met, like old lovers, tentative, slow at first, relearning each other, remembering what was so good about being together.
Lincoln fell into the sweet oblivion of kissing Jay. His world shrank to that parking lot, to the two of them.
One of my goals for this year is to get the free short stories that are available on my website added to a few bookstores. I’m pleased to share that all three of my shorts are now available at All Romance eBooks.
THE BREAK IN Story Description
Billy’s been breaking into his ex-lover’s apartment every Friday night for a little solo sex in the bed they used to share. One night he almost gets caught before he has a chance to finish his usual routine and climb back out the window. Now he has only seconds to decide if he should hide and end up watching his ex have sex or run from the most erotic encounter of his life — and maybe a chance at love again.
You can pick up a copy at:
Or read it for free on my site.
Thought it was time again for a little inspiration. This is also one of the songs from my playlist for Kevin and Walter.
An adorable Christian and Olli fan vid.