Crush

I’m staying with my family while my father goes through the final stages of a terminal illness. While here I rummaged through stuff that had been saved over the years and found old short stories from years ago, back before there was much of an MM romance/erotica scene. I found a few of them that weren’t totally cringeworthy, so I’m cleaning them up and publishing them. I enjoyed working on these back in the day, and I’m glad others will be able to read them. The first one, Crush, will be released in the next couple of days. This will give me some breathing space to continue work on my first novel. I hope you enjoy them.photostudio_crushfinal

Missionary Style?

So, new smut was outlined and…I couldn’t do it. I love writing the sexy times, but I’m much more interested in a challenge. So, today I wrote 3.8k on the novel, Missionary. Very excited to be writing long for a change. The biggest problem I have is that I’m used to a faster pace. Now I have to flesh things out, rely more on descriptions in order to get the feels correct. What’s making it easier is setting it in my hometown, Richmond Va. I have a definite love/hate relationship with RVA, and the architecture itself stirs feelings in me that translates well to the page.

The two main characters, Fernando and Brig, are polar opposites, yet fit together like hand in glove. Keeping them apart is actually a challenge, since the two of them feel damn near perfect as a couple. Oh well, it’s fun throwing a wrench into it right when you think things are all set for a HEA. Tomorrow’s goal is a minimum 2k. Today’s pic is the inspiration for Fernando. (Fanning myself)

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Romantic?

Romance is generally seen as devotion to one other person, flowers, candy, and weepy movies. Personally, kissing in the rain makes my engines roar. But what if there was more? What if romance wasn’t just about white picket fences and fluffy dogs on book covers?

I was speaking to a very close friend yesterday about this, and he claims that BDSM can be incredibly romantic. Issues of trust and caring dominated the conversation, and I thought about kink in an entirely new light. My imagination went into overdrive, and I’m excited to be writing a new story.

I’ve finished outlining my next short erotica story SMUT, which will be the last one I  write for awhile, since I will be focusing my efforts on longer works.

May the porn be with you.

SMUT– Available after Xmas. 2f4f97660ed7c453187fb6a74bbe7da4

Finally…Werdz.

I’m excited about my writing for the first time in months, and my latest story will be published in a matter of days. It’s hot, passionate, and most importantly, it got me hot and bothered while writing it. It’s about insecurity, growing up, becoming more comfortable in your own skin. Oh yeah, and there is some sizzling sex too.
Here’s a small sample.

He shook his head, smiled, then in one swoop picked me up, and strode across the living room as if I weighed nothing at all. The apartment was small, so in only a few steps he was in my bedroom. I looked deep into his eyes, a tiny growl coming from his throat and then his lips graced mine, first tenderly, then with more force. His beard felt rough like old velvet and his tongue dipped into my mouth gently, and he tasted like no other man.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and as he laid me on the mattress I pulled him down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his massive chest. I stared into his rich brown eyes and his eyebrows knit together, as if he was curious, really curious about what I was all about. I wasn’t used to such attention, and between my raging hormones and the hottest man I’d ever seen in my life I trembled in anticipation.
Quickly, his expression changed, so fast I couldn’t take it in before I knew what was happening. His large hand grasped me by the back of the neck and drew me forward into an embrace. I felt his arms lifting me up off of the pillow, then I felt his tongue lapping at my neck. Emotions I couldn’t name exploded inside me, and I shook even harder, with involuntary groans coming out of my lips. Then he pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes, and I felt something in my chest loosen, a feeling of tension dissipating under the weight of his lingering glance.

Excerpt From “Smash”

“I’m Mario. Mario Cortez.” He stammered with a trace of an accent, while holding Bud’s hand for a beat longer than usual. His tan forehead shone with a slight sheen of sweat despite the arctic temperature of the SUV’s air conditioning. He finally let go of Bud’s hand, his fingers slow to relinquish their grip.
“I saw you on the practice court. You’ve got one hell of a serve” he complimented the younger player, working hard to keep his voice steady.
“I played with him last year, doubles at Barcelona” Heinz interjected with his thick German accent, “and he is going to do very well. He is great at the net.”
“I love to play doubles” Mario replied. His brown eyes darted back and forth between the two veterans. He’d only in the last year made it into the top 100, and he was now ranked 47th in the world. Even though he had played a couple of doubles matches with the world number one, he had yet to play against him or Bud in singles.
“I have never done much publicity for the tour before. They told me that Eddie couldn’t make it because he had to get an MRI done, so I am his substitute.” Mario said quickly, justifying his place with the two higher ranked players.
The two veterans smiled benignly at the younger one, all the while assessing him the way competitors do. Heinz was recalling his expert volleying, while Bud crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
Bud glanced down and noticed Mario spreading his legs a bit further apart. He lifted his eyes quickly to his face, hoping he hadn’t noticed him staring at his package.
Mario had noticed, and had done so on purpose. He placed his large right hand on his thigh, with his thumb resting next to his bulge, absently moving it up and down while turning to the window. Then he looked down towards Bud’s crotch, then slowly lifted his eyes up while keeping his head lowered. The effect on Bud was subtle but noticeable; Bud’s breathing became more pronounced. He then took his hand and quickly adjusted his cock, then turned and stared out the window once again.
Bud looked out the window to avoid looking directly at him. Mario caught and then held Bud’s gaze in the reflection of the window; Mario gave a little smile, and then they both looked away just as the vehicle was pulling into the hospital parking lot.atphot_01

New Work Coming

This spring and summer have been filled with productive chaos which prevented me from writing. I had been planning a full-length novel, but that is being put on the backburner for a few more weeks.

The good news; while going over my notes for the novel, I found the second version of it that I had forgotten about, and in it, I have the basics for a heartwarming, yet spicy short story about my favorite topic, tennis. No title yet, but with it being about 75% done already, finishing it and publishing within the next two weeks should be a definite possibility. If you love muscles and (tennis) balls, sweat and romance, then hopefully you will love this story. Tentatively titled Winner Takes All.12193452_1632509850334116_4433233572268383494_n