In preparation for self-publishing my serial story later this year, I’ve set up accounts with Amazon and a few other retailers and distributors, and I went through the process of uploading my short stories. Now you can get a copy of these two stories at the following online retailers. (More locations to come as the books work their way through the distribution channels.)
Since I’ve been spending so much time with Matthew, Luke, and Richard writing MORE THAN MOST (MORE #2), I thought I’d offer a sale on the print version of MORE. Use code MNRU5PQH for 20% off at CreateSpace. This offer is for a limited time only.
Genre: Gay Erotic Romance
Length: Part 8, 5700+ words
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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.
This Saturday, August 17th is our monthly Reader Appreciation Day at the Sweet Spot Yahoo Group. Stop by to enter the giveaway, read excerpts, and chat with authors of M/M romances. The giveaway runs from 8 am – 8 pm EST.
The following authors have generously donated these books or other prizes.
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Authors of m/m romances, if you’re interested in joining us for our next RAD, we’d love to have you. Send me an email and I’ll add you to our author contact list.
I wrote another one of my three-word scenarios. For these, I take three random words and write whatever comes to mind, using each word at least once.
The three random words this time are voracious, hallmark, illustrious, and the piece is called My Roommate’s Surprise (A Coming Out Story). You can read it on my website or check it out below.
My Roommate’s Surprise (A Coming Out Story)
by Sloan Parker
“I’m gay.”
Two words from my college roommate, and I couldn’t blink, much less speak, or even keep my mouth from hanging open like I had a spontaneous, uncontrollable drooling problem.
I had lived with him for the past two years, and I’d had no idea.
I forced down a swallow. “You’re…”
“Gay.” He spoke the word slowly as if I might not understand what it meant.
What a laugh. Everyone had suspected I was gay long before I’d been certain of it myself. When I’d worked up the courage to tell my parents during Thanksgiving dinner four years ago, my mom exhaled a long breath like she’d been waiting for some horrible news instead, then said, “That’s not news to us, honey, and we are very proud of you. Please pass the mashed potatoes.”
So that was that. I was gay, and I’d been the last person in my life to realize it.
But Rex? The illustrious twenty-eight-year-old tattoo artist who, on a dare from a customer in his shop, filled out an application for Harvard, and when he was accepted, had decided to sell his shop and move to a dorm on campus so he could have the full “college experience.”
Did that mean he wanted to do the curious-college-gay-experiment thing too? Or was he really telling me he already liked to fuck guys?
Rex had always had a voracious appetite for women. And they for him. What with the tribal tattoos covering his upper body and a physique that had the art students begging him to drop his pants for their Nude Drawings course. He was always dating women. And fucking them.
Or so I’d thought.
Maybe I’d never really known him.
Maybe these past two years had all been an act.
He threw me his hallmark grin. The one that showcased the dimples, even though the dark stubble on his face. The one that came with the pointed look in his eyes that said he was about to tease me about my love of cock—which had been happening more and more often as of late.
I was beginning to get that I might’ve missed something about him after all.
This time he didn’t tease. He came to me, grabbed me by the back of the neck, then kissed me.
Not a slow, soft brush of lips, but a passionate, wild kiss that ended with me panting, sprawled out on my back across his bed, his body pressing into mine in all the right places.
He pulled back and gave me that grin again as he rubbed my cock through my jeans.
He’d definitely done this before.
“Yeah,” I said. “You’re gay.”
And for the next hour and a half he showed me just how gay.
Copyright (c) July 2013 by Sloan Parker
This short has now been revised and expanded into a longer story. It is now available in the e-book FRIENDS AND LOVERS.
Read more 3-word scenarios and other free fiction by Sloan Parker