Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Final Chapter?

Book eight in the My Vampire and I Series....

A thousands years old artefact is said to possess the power to reverse time and immortality—but is the price of that power too high to pay?

Several months after Dakar’s demon army was defeated and Dakar killed in the conflict, Andrew Berés is still haunted by the memory of Dakar telling him there is a talisman that would reverse his immortality and allow him to live a normal life with his lover, firefighter Tommy Cordain.
Despite Master Vampire Marcus Verano’s doubt that the Talisman of Ardocan actually exists, Andrew is determined to find the truth of it once and for all. His obsession leads him, Tommy, and their vampire friends on a journey to the ancient ruins of Babylon and to the remains of an underground city—the City of Ardocan—where legend has it, the Talisman is buried, its secrets hidden from eyes and minds for thousands of years.

But danger from enemies and traitors, both human and demonic, is never far away in the war ravaged country of Iraq, and Andrew may find out that the price he has to pay in order to obtain the Talisman, is greater than he had ever dreamed

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Murder By Proxy - Book 4 of the Nick Fallon Investigations

Nick Fallon and Jeff Stevens take on what they consider an easy case - taking photographs of a man cheating on his wife - but what they don't expect to see is the guy shot down right in front of them. What follows is a bewildering series of events - - and who can they believe? The dead man's fiancee, her gay brother, her less than loving father, or his wife - the woman who hired them in the first place? When the fiancee turns up missing, Nick and Jeff have their hands full trying to sort the truth from the lies - and when Nick is left to face dangerous gunmen alone, who knows what the outcome will be.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Joyful Review!

My book A Self Portrait received a sooper-dooper review from Lisa at Joyfully Reviewed Reviews - thank you - Self Portrait has long been a special book to me and I'm so happy that the re-release garnered this lovely review.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Happiness is...

An unwanted birthday gift brings some much needed affection to a lonely man’s life. But can he let go of the past and move on before it’s too late?

One year ago Lane Barrett lost his lover in a terrible auto accident. Resigned to never finding another man to take John’s place he ignores his friend Jack’s attempts to interest him in ‘hunky’ guys.

Then on Lane’s birthday, Jack gives him a gift he at first refuses - a massage by sports therapist Mike Jefferson. At first, not overly keen on the idea of another man’s hands on his body, Lane finally gives in to Jack’s entreaties and makes an appointment for a massage.

Mike is nothing like Lane imagined. Hunky, yes, but compassionate and intelligent. It’s not long before Lane is falling under the spell of the charismatic masseur and the need of his own desire to renew feelings and sensations that have been missing from his life for longer than he knew.

A chilly reunion with Lydia, his deceased lover’s sister, makes him realise that if he wants to find his ‘happy ending’, he better let go of the past and move on before it’s too late.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Blood Lust

A demon assassin is sent to destroy Marcus Verano and his loyal friends - both human and vampire, but his plans are thwarted when he falls under the spell of the blood lust cast by Andrew Berés - vampire.

Tommy Cordain and his vampire lover, Andrew Berés, have been living together for several months. For obvious reasons Tommy has kept his relationship with Andrew as much of a secret as he can, especially among his fellow fire fighters. But when a vengeful demon invades their lives, taking over Tommy’s body and lusting after Andrew, all that changes.

Lord Kardis, the ruler of the Underworld, is out to exact revenge on Marcus Verano and his friends for foiling his plan to take over the world through a demon Pope. He sends Dakar, his right hand man, to kill Marcus and any vampire allied to him, but Dakar’s plans go awry when he meets Andrew and decides to do that which is forbidden - mate with a vampire.

Disgraced, his thoughts of revenge now include Lord Kardis himself, and he raises an army to overthrow Kardis, then defeat Marcus and claim Andrew for his own. But Dakar has reckoned without the combined forces of Tommy and his vampire and human friends who will stop at nothing to defeat Dakar and his demon horde.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Hop Against Homophobia

Hi everyone, and thanks for following the blogs “Hop against Homophobia”.
First, I would personally like to thank Goodreads, Erica Pike and Karen Klein and everyone else who took the time to organize this ‘hop’ and give it the attention it deserves.

I’d like to offer a couple of prizes for those of you reading this blog. Leave a comment or just your name and email address and I will use to pull the names of two readers who can have their pick of any one ebook from my website—
I will contact and congratulate the winners personally.

Homophobia is ugly. Even the word has a nasty sound to it and immediately brings to my mind a nightmarish vision of Fred Phelps and his rabid family who make up the congregation of the Westboro Baptist Church and their God Hates Faggots ministry - nice huh?

Not content with spewing their ignorance at gays, they now picket funerals of our war heroes. And of course, the word, ignorance, is the key. The phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’ could never be used to describe those people.

Ignorance is the main source of hatred and bullying. Some teachers are fighting hard to stop the bullying that is so prevalent in our schools, but unfortunately there are too many school boards willing to turn a blind eye to what has become a national tragedy. My admiration is unbounded for the likes of Dan Savage who co-founded the ‘It Gets Better’ campaign— — and the hundreds of teens who form gay/straight alliances, sometimes in the face of vicious opposition.

I’ve been fortunate in my lifetime. I wasn’t victimized, kicked out of my family home or vilified by 'friends' when I came out. Actually, being in show biz, I was never really in. My gayness was just an accepted part of my life, and my friends’ lives.

Yet, I can sympathize and agonize when I read or hear of those men and women forced to endure loneliness and sometimes humiliation because of their sexuality. One can only hope that someday, with forward thinking people like all of you, homophobia will be a thing of the past, that bigotry and discrimination will be viewed by the majority for what it is—ignorance—and that Equality will be the law of the land.

Thank you. J.P. Bowie

Friday, May 4, 2012

Re-release of a Favorite

Hi everyone,I'm excited about the re-release of A Self Portrait, the fourth book in the series. These were the first books I wrote that actually got published so they have always had a special place in my heart. Although A Portrait of Phillip was the first in the series, A Self Portrait can be read as a stand alone, and also as a bit of a teaser for you to read the others - and ultimately all my books! LOL

When you're asked by the editor to write a sentence or blurb to tell the story in 50 words or less, for some reason that becomes a harder task that writing the whole damned book!I think I managed okay on this one though:Here's the one sentence I came up with:A Self-Portrait is an enthralling mix of romance and suspense, of enduring love and friendship, even after death, and the human spirit's indomitable will to survive.And then there's the blurb:Living with a private investigator can bring an element of danger into a guy's life. When his partner Jeff Stevens disappears on a routine trip to meet a friend in LA, Peter Brandon's psychic intuition alerts him to the fact that Jeff is somehow being held against his will.

Determined to find him, Peter reaches out for help to his deceased lover, Phillip, through the unbreakable psychic bond that still exists between them.Traumatized into unconsciousness, he dreams and remembers the life-defining relationship he had with Phillip and the subsequent events that took him almost to the point of death-and back. On waking, and with the certain knowledge that Phillip will aid him in his search, he and his close friends Andrew and David, set out to find Jeff.

They enlist the help of Nick Fallon, a NYPD detective, who flies in to help them and together they face a cult of Satanists led by Paul Lefevre, a mad illusionist promising his followers eternal life. Lefevre attempts to take control of Peter's bond with Phillip by holding Peter's mother hostage-a mistake that will cost Lefevre dearly as Phillip exacts a terrible revenge.


I'm giving away 2 copies of A Self Portrait. If you would like to enter just leave your email address on the comment box and I will have another author pick 2 names at random then I'll send the winners an ebook in any format they wish.Good luck, and as always, Happy Reading. Cheers, JP

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Brotherly Love

Excerpt from He Ain't Heavy by J.P. Bowie

Chapter One

Brad McKinley was nervous. He'd told his brother Duncan he wouldn't be, but he couldn't lie to himself. Now, within a few minutes his brother would be here, they would go over again how they were going to break the news to their parents, then they'd get in Duncan's car and make the two hour trip to where their parents, Linda and Thomas McKinley, lived in Pasadena.
Brad lurched to his feet from his desk chair and began pacing around the small spare room he used as his home office. This wasn't going to be easy, and just how his folks would take the news he could only guess. His mother would most likely cry at first, but he was sure she would eventually accept what he had to tell them. His father, well, that was a very different story. Thomas McKinley was an extremely conservative man in both his business and personal life. His political views were most definitely to the right of center, his moral views based on "family values" and a rigid belief that if everyone was more "God-fearing" there would be fewer problems in the world.
At their last Thanksgiving dinner together he'd told his sons that he worked to uphold Proposition 8 and had made it clear that in his opinion "All this carrying on about gay rights, gay soldiers, gay marriage and other such nonsense shouldn't be paraded in front of decent people's faces."

Brad and Duncan had exchanged glances, but remained silent. However, it was after listening to their father's rant that Duncan had fumed, and on their drive back to San Diego said to Brad, "He has to be told he can't say things like that in front of us anymore."
"It won't change his mind about anything," Brad replied in protest.
"It doesn't matter. He has to be told. Don't worry, Brad..." Duncan embraced his brother. "He's not going to disinherit you or anything like that."
Brad wasn't so sure about that. Not that he really cared about inheriting his father's wealth. Yes, there was a lot of it. Thomas McKinley had amassed a huge fortune by savvy trading over the years, just how vast the brothers had no way of knowing, as their father never talked about it.
But both Brad and Duncan were successful in their own right. Five years ago, they had started a small publishing house together, McKinley Publications, a business that, although rocky at first, had grown into a respected source of both fiction and nonfiction books along with a small, but burgeoning gay-oriented press. Of course, that part of their success had earned their father's scorn, if not his suspicion. Not for one moment would Thomas McKinley believe that either of his sons was gay. Such a thing wasn't possible, had never been heard of in the McKinley family, ever.

"So, who's going to go first?" Duncan asked after he'd arrived at Brad's San Diego condo that overlooked the verdant landscapes of Balboa Park.
"You're older, so it should be you," Brad replied with a faint smile.
He was still nervous, but in his brother's company he always felt more secure. After all, they'd shared this secret from their teens, protected one another from bullies, commiserated with each other over failed romances. Brad often wondered how he'd ever have survived his teenage years without Duncan. He loved his brother so much, sometimes it hurt. When Duncan had once talked of moving away after graduation, Brad had been devastated and begged him not to go through with his plan.
"I knew you'd say that," Duncan said, gazing with affection at his younger brother. They were about the same height, Duncan only slightly taller, both with athletic physiques. But whereas Duncan's hair was straight and dark, almost black, his eyes green and his skin a faintly olive sheen, Brad sported a mop of blond curls, blue eyes and a creamy, fair complexion. It was little wonder that people were often surprised when they found out the men were brothers.
"Okay," he said, "I'll make it easy for you. I'll tell them, then before the shit hits the fan and Dad has a stroke, you'll jump in and add your confession to mine."
Brad gave him a worried look. "You think Dad will have a stroke?"
"Maybe not a total stroke, but he will go apoplectic for sure. How could he not? Mr. True Blue Right Wing himself being told he has two gay sons? The odds are he'll implode in some form or another."
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Duncan."
Duncan frowned. "Don't chicken out on me now, for Pete's sake. This was all your idea, remember? You said you didn't want to live a lie any longer."
"I know, I know..." Brad started pacing again. "It's Mom I keep worrying about. I know she'll get over it sooner than Dad, but she's going to have to put up with his ranting for days, maybe weeks, months...maybe forever."
Duncan rose from the armchair he'd been sprawled in and put his arms around Brad.
"It'll be okay," he murmured, his lips close to Brad's ear. "The worst he can do is tell us to never darken his doorstep again, and you know Mom won't put up with that."

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Valentine's Day Blog (or near enough)

I've written several seasonal stories, Christmas, Valentine's etc, but my new one, Laying Down for The Law released by MLR Press is among my favorites.

Steve Reynolds has a great job, a snazzy apartment in Los Angeles, and some good friends. What he doesn't have is a date for the upcoming office Valentine's Day party. When he tackles a burglar in his apartment, he winds up in the arms of LAPD Officer Richard Malone. Has Cupid brought Steve the ideal Valentine's date-or a man who might just turn Steve's ordered life upside down?


February 4th 2011

I hate it when I can't sleep. All kinds of crazy things go tumbling through my mind--things I should have said, things I should have done, things I shouldn't have said or done. This particular night was one of those. I tossed and turned 'til I eventually gave up, and was about to turn the bedside lamp back on and pick up the book I'd been reading before trying to reach the land of Nod.

Then I heard it.

At first I wasn't sure what it was. A rustling sound. Had I left the living room window open? No, it was a tad too cold outside for that. I lay in the dark, perfectly still, ears straining to pick up the slightest trace of any movement beyond my open bedroom door. I heard it again, and this time it most definitely sounded like someone was walking across the carpeted living room floor.

Oh, shit.

Times like this it would be good to have someone lying in bed next me. Trouble is they'd have been gone by now anyway. I never invited sleepovers ...

Trying to be quieter than a mouse I slipped out of bed, grabbed the pair of boxer briefs I'd discarded on the floor, pulled them on and tip-toed towards the door. Now I am not the big and brave and stalwart type. At five eight and a hundred and forty pounds I am most definitely a lightweight, but I work out and I'm pretty wiry, so I figured as long as whoever was in my apartment without my permission wasn't Colossus, I could probably, if I took him by surprise, take him down.

As it turned out he took me by surprise. I squealed--the only word for it I'm afraid as an arm was wrapped around my neck and I was pushed to the floor, a heavy weight on top of me. My attacker started banging my head on the floor--thank God for upgraded carpet padding. On the tile floor in the kitchen my head would have been mush.

"Get the fuck off me," I yelled, arching my back in an attempt to dislodge whoever the hell was beating me up. I managed to twist my body just enough to free my left hand and deliver a punch to the side of his head that probably hurt me more than it did him. "Ow!" Shit, that did hurt, but he must have been surprised by my attempt to fight back because suddenly the weight covering me was gone and the son of a bitch was heading for the door.

"Oh, no you don't," I roared, giving chase. Whoever said reason rules the mind hadn't done a study on gay guys who've just been attacked in their own apartment and had their heads banged against the floor. I was mad, seeing red, even in the dark, and that creep who'd been trying to rob me, of what exactly I wasn't sure at that moment, wasn't going to get away with it. I grabbed his arm, he pushed me away, I grabbed him again, he wrenched the door open, pushing me away again, this time with a lot more force. I stumbled backwards, he shot through the door, I charged after him, and both us ran into the arms of three uniformed cops.

When I say ‘ran into the arms' I mean that quite literally, at least in my case. The would-be robber was tackled none too gently by two of the cops, forced to the ground and handcuffed in what seemed to me in the blink of an eye. I meanwhile, was being held in the strong arms of the third cop, who was chuckling.

"Okay, sir--we got him," he said, still chuckling. "No need to beat up on him anymore."

"He was beating me up," I snapped, glaring at the felon who was now yanked to his feet, looking suitably pissed off at being caught. Still fuming I glanced up at the policeman who had released me from his arms presumably convinced I was no longer a threat to the criminals of Los Angeles--and gulped.

Oh. My. God. The guy was absolutely gorgeous. Despite the fact I had almost been beaten senseless, had engaged in a rough and tumble with a man much bigger than me, and was now surrounded by LAPD's finest, I felt the heat of arousal unfurl in my briefs. I had to physically restrain myself from jumping back into his arms. Taller than me--well, nearly everyone I know is taller than me--but built. His eyes, still twinkling with amusement were a forest green under dark feathered eyebrows, his nose long and straight and his mouth, slightly curled at the corners was full and--totally kissable.

Quit staring! My reason, finally returning, made me step back and drop my eyes from his beautiful face to the metal name tag on his uniform that read, Malone.

"Hey, Rich," one of the other cops said, interrupting my silent worship, "why don't you get the gentleman's statement while we take this one in?"

"Sure thing..." Officer Rich Malone smiled at me. "Wanna go back inside and tell me what happened?"

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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Vampire Kisses

Hi everyone welcome to Victoria's Sunday Snog. - Here's a taste of Valentine's vampire love from Blood Lure - part of the series My Vampire and I:
Tommy, a firefighter has rescued Andrew from a hotel fire unaware that the man is a vampire. Several days later they meet again...

I'm offering a free copy of this story or if you would prefer any ebook from my website:

Tommy was glad he had the next twenty four hours off. It had been the week from hell, and even he, in his near perfect physical condition, was feeling the toll of too many long shifts—dealing with the hotel fire on Robinson, then an apartment fire that had taken hours to contain. Then there had been that weird situation with the guy he’d rescued from the hotel fire—Andrew.
He’d checked with the paramedics who were supposed to have taken Andrew to the hospital and they’d looked at him like he had three heads. Even his buddy Alex didn’t seem to remember much about the incident, and when he’d gone to check the log there was no mention of them handing a hotel guest over to the paramedics.
Yet, he knew he wasn’t mistaken. Andrew had locked eyes with him, they’d recognised each other, he’d called Andrew’s friend just like he’d been asked to—then … then, he wasn’t sure about the rest, but somehow Andrew had ended up being looked after, successfully it seemed, by these friends.
They had to be awful good doctors because Andrew had been really sick. Close to death, really.
Yet, when he’d spoken to him on the phone he’d sounded good. Maybe it just hadn’t been as serious as he’d first thought. But there had been all that blood.
And he hadn’t heard from the guy. That hurt. He’d been so sure Andrew had been sincere about them getting together. He’d tried calling the number Andrew had given him—that Jared whatever his last name was—but there had been no reply, no voice mail to leave a message. Why the hell hadn’t he thought to ask for Andrew’s cell number?
Oh well, chalk it up to just a bout of anonymous sex. Except it hadn’t been anonymous, and the memory of Andrew’s beautiful eyes, luscious lips and sexy accent just wouldn’t fade from his memory.
Damn, but he needed to get laid!
He’d celebrated his time off by taking a long leisurely bath then cracking a Bud light. Now he lolled on the couch, beer in hand, wearing only his boxer briefs and fiddling with the remote trying to find something worthwhile on the television. Maybe he’d go out later…
A knock at the door startled him.
Can’t be Alex, he thought, padding over to the door, he’s on duty ‘til tomorrow morning. He pressed his eye to the peephole just in case it was someone he should put more clothes on for. His breath quickened.
He flung open the door, a big welcoming smile on his face.
Andrew’s eyes gleamed as they skimmed over Tommy’s naked torso, but his answering smile was shy.
“I hope you don’t mind me just dropping by like this?”
“No, not at all. Come in, come in.”
Tommy beamed some more as Andrew stepped inside, and was glad he’d taken a few minutes to tidy up some after his bath.
“How do you feel? You look good—amazingly good, considering. Hey, how’d you know where I lived?”
Andrew chuckled. “You’re listed in the phone book.”
“Oh, right… Duh. Well, I’m real glad you came by.”
“I wanted to see you, Tommy, and thank you again for all you did for me the other night.” Andrew reached out and touched Tommy’s face gently with his fingertips. “I would have undoubtedly died, but for you.”
Tommy tangled Andrew’s fingers with his. “Not on my watch,” he said huskily. He raised Andrew’s hand to his lips and kissed the cool palm. Their eyes met and Tommy whispered, “God, but you are beautiful. That night in the club, I remember only some of it. God knows why. I should remember it all. It was—you were wonderful.”
Andrew could hear the countless questions forming in Tommy’s mind. Questions he could not yet answer. Answers that Tommy would never understand. If the time ever came when Tommy should know the truth, he would have to be told in the most careful and gentle way possible. But for now, Andrew only wished to bring the handsome fire-fighter pleasure. He owed this man his life; it was the very least he could do. While their eyes were still locked on one another, a quick mental pulse calmed the confusion in Tommy’s mind.
Andrew moved into Tommy’s embrace, and their parted lips met in a scorching kiss, tongues tussling, probing, breath mingling, setting each man’s senses on fire. Andrew felt the power in his new blood course through him, heightening his awareness of Tommy’s scent, his taste, the warmth of his skin, all of it fantaszticus. A low growl rumbled up from his throat and Tommy tightened his arms around him.
“Oh, yeah…” The young fire fighter breathed his desire into Andrew’s mouth. “My thoughts exactly.”

They didn’t make it to the bedroom. As if of one mind, they both sank to their knees, their mouths still locked together, Andrew’s arms around Tommy so tight he had to remember to ease up just a little in case he cracked the sweet man’s ribs. Andrew fell backwards, bringing Tommy down on top of him. His mouth settled on Tommy’s neck and the scent and the lure of the young man’s blood almost drove him mad with desire.
Not yet, not yet, not this time…
His hands slid down the length of Tommy’s sleek, muscled body, ripping away the fabric of Tommy’s boxers, to cup the round swell of his ass and pull him in against his own stone-hard erection. Tommy was tugging at the buttons on Andrew’s shirt. In his impatience to feel Tommy’s naked body pressed to his own, Andrew threw caution to the wind and willed his own clothes gone.
Tommy didn’t even seem to notice, just started feasting on Andrew’s nipples, all the while giving out little moans and sighs of appreciation. Tommy’s mouth moved sensuously over Andrew’s chest, teasing the dusting of black hair between his teeth, licking and nibbling at Andrew’s nipples until the vampire thought even he could not bear it a moment longer.
Was it simply because he had gone so long without this exquisite intimacy, or did this young man possess some kind of sexual enchantment that made Andrew crave his touch like he had no other, since Jared? Whatever the reason, it was all he wanted right then. He pushed his fingers through the thick blond hair on Tommy’s head, murmured something in his ecstasy that was incomprehensible even to himself, and Tommy’s mouth slid into Andrew’s armpit, his tongue burrowing hard into the cool scented flesh, taking long and languid strokes that had Andrew gasping his pleasure out loud.
“Oh, yeah…” Tommy’s mumbled approval vibrated on Andrew’s skin, sending tingling jolts through his body. He clasped Tommy tighter and rolled him onto his back. Tommy gazed up at him, his lips slightly lifted in a wanton smile.
“You are so fuckin’ hot, Andrew.”
“And you are the most wonderful mort—man I have ever met.” Andrew almost laughed at his near mistake. He would wager anything and everything that Tommy had never before been called a mortal.
“Mortman?” Tommy’s hands caressed Andrew’s butt. “Is that Hungarian for something?” he asked, his voice low and husky, a teasing light in his eyes.
“No…” Andrew’s eyes met Tommy’s, and there was sincerity in that look. “The Hungarian word—or rather, words—for you are, Csodálatos minden tekintetben.”
“Whoa, that’s kind of a mouthful. What’s it mean?”
“It means…” Andrew laid his lips on Tommy’s, then whispered, “Wonderful in every way.”
“Mmm… Same goes for you.” Tommy curved his strong, limber body into Andrew’s. The fit was perfection. His lips parted under the pressure of Andrew’s demanding kiss. Once again their tongues filled each other’s mouths, intensifying their desire, their bodies writhing together, their swollen cocks sparring like dancing sabres. Tommy whimpered and struggled under Andrew.
“Want to taste you. Want to have what you wouldn’t let me have last time.”

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Super Review for A Ghost Story

This review is from Miz Love Reviews - and I can't thank her enough!

I wondered when another Golden Nib book would come our way—and here it is! A Ghost Story ticked every box for me and left me wanting more, wishing it would go on forever. It starts off in the past, and let me tell you, the writing and voice is out of this world. I settled down thinking it was an historical, loving every minute of it, but it switches to contemporary. And there we have another treat, another side of J.P. Bowie’s talent. The contemporary voice was different but no less excellent—very British, so if you like the English way, this is definitely the book for you.

The historical opener drew me in. I was right there, readers! I saw the gathering, felt the spite emanating off a certain person, and wanted to read more about this section of the tale. The characters are delightfully real, a big splash on the page. At this point I’d to say a historical by this author would be at the top of my wish list, hint hint!

Jamie and Kevin (contemp characters), along with Jamie’s adorable mother and sweet niece, are a set of characters who also came alive while I was reading. I loved the way Jamie’s mother didn’t bat an eyelid that Jamie is gay—it was nothing to write home about at all for her. The instant chemistry between Jamie and Kevin is a joy to experience, and wanting them to get together is a strong pull on the heart strings.

The later scenes where the spirits battle is gripping, and the explanation as to why Kevin and Laura can see and hear spirits is sad yet understandable.

Best Bits: The historical introduction.

Verdict: One word: stunning. Actually, here are two more: buy it!

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sunday Snog - in Victorian England

This excerpt is from The Officer and the Gentleman - Robert MacDonald, a young Scotsman recently made heir to his grandfather's fortune attends a soiree at a fashionable townhome in London where he meets Captain Charles Wentworth, an officer in the Royal Hussars:

The rain had indeed ceased, and the night had taken on a balmy feel. A gentle breeze ruffled Robert’s curls as he and Charles stood together looking down across the verdant sweep of the lawn, only just visible beneath the lightening sky.
For a while, neither man spoke then Charles turned and smiled at Robert. “May I say, sir, that you are a very pleasant addition to my aunt’s usually rather boring soirees?”
“Thank you.” Robert felt his cheeks glow at the compliment. “And may I say that I did not expect to meet a dashing cavalry officer this evening?”
Charles chuckled. “Emily been keeping me a secret, has she?”
“She mentioned in passing that she had a brother…”
“Only in passing?” Charles affected mock displeasure. “I shall have to have words with my dear sister.”
“She did say I would like you. And in that,” Robert added shyly, “she is correct.”
“Then I have forgiven her already.” Charles met Robert’s eyes, and Robert had to fight the urge that threatened to overwhelm him. The urge to forget all propriety and fling his arms about Charles, hold him pressed to his own eager body and taste the sweetness of his full lips. He trembled from the need building inside him. His cock throbbed and pushed against the front of his trousers, and he flushed with embarrassment at the sight he must now present.
“Shall we stroll a little?” Charles suggested.
Robert could not find his voice to reply but simply nodded once, so sharply he almost did his neck an injury.
They walked down the steps that led to the garden path and were soon swallowed by the darkness, the moon having scudded behind some clouds that loomed overhead. They paused to look back at the brightly lit house, from which emanated the sound of voices and laughter. Robert jumped slightly as he felt Charles slip an arm around his waist, then he leaned against the strong body and let himself be steered towards a large oak tree.
“No one can see us here,” Charles said, his voice low and strangely husky. He pulled Robert into his arms and held him, his lips a mere inch from Robert’s, his breath sweet and warm on Robert’s skin.
“Dear God,” Robert heard himself whisper as Charles kissed him. His lips were taken by a moist warmth that caused his head to thrum. For a moment, he thought he might swoon then he was kissing Charles back, his lips parting to let the other man’s tongue slip inside his mouth. Charles moaned, and his erection ground against Robert’s. Both men shuddered as their desire swept through them. Their arms tightened about one another, their kiss deepened, tongues meshing, tussling, caressing…
All too soon, Charles broke away, slightly out of breath. “Not here, Robert. Not here amongst this mud and wet grass.”
Robert thought he might fall over without Charles to support him. He reached out and gripped Charles by the shoulders.
“You…you’re right,” he stammered. “It wouldna’ do for our first time. I have rooms in Mayfair, if you would do me the honour of accompanying me there.”
“I am the one who would be honoured, Robert.”
“How can we make our excuses?”
“I’m staying at the officer’s club in Marylebone while I’m in town. I will tell my aunt that I’m taking you there to introduce you around to the chaps, that kind of thing.”
“Excellent. Let’s away then.”
Charles chuckled. “Patience, Robert. Though I am flattered at your eagerness, we must not just rush away. We’ll go in and chat for little while then—”
“Every second we tarry will seem like an hour.”
“And every hour we spend together will seem like a second,” Charles murmured, kissing Robert’s lips gently. “Come now, let us go in.”
Just before they entered, Charles turned to study Robert in the light thrown onto the terrace from the salon. Gently, he brushed down the lapels of Robert’s coat and straightened his collar.
“There,” he said his voice once again strangely husky. “You are quite presentable, sir.”

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Snog

This is from my new Valentine's Day shortie - Laying Down For the Law - due out Feb from MLR Press - more details later:

After Steve and his cop buddy Rich go out on their first date, Rich gently refuses an invitation to go back to Steve's apartment...

My cell rang as I walked into my apartment. Rich? I glanced at the caller ID. No, Betty.
“Hi, Betty.”
“Steve, hope you don’t mind me calling this late, but I had to tell you, you won’t be dateless at the party. I went ahead and asked Angela to bring her brother, Kent, and he said yes, so you have a date. Isn’t that great?’
“Betty, I already have a date,” I said with some impatience. What was she, my personal yenta?
“But you said you didn’t!” she moaned.
“And now I do. His name is Rich, you’ll like him.”
“Oh, what am I going to do about Kent? He’ll be the one who’s dateless now.”
“Maybe you could ask around again, you know like you did for me. Sorry…” I was distracted by the sound of a knock on my door. “Gotta go, Betty, someone’s at the door, Bye.”
She was still protesting when I hung up. I wondered who it could be at this time of night. Most of my friends called before they came over and rarely this late. I swung the door open and nearly yelped with surprise.
“Rich. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
“Of course. What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I’m a damned fool, that’s what’s wrong,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I told myself before we met tonight that no matter what I was not going to make love to you on our first date, but I’d no sooner got on my bike than I cursed myself for all kinds of an idiot for turning you down when you asked if I’d come home with you. Of course I wanted to, more than I’ve ever wanted anything—so, here I am. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Are you crazy? But I thought you said you had a—” His lips on mine shut me up and we lost ourselves in a long, long kiss that would give all those in the Guinness Book of Records a run for their money. His hands were inside my shirt, stroking my back, pushing past the waistband of my chinos, cupping my butt, his fingers slipping into the crack, teasing my hole. Wow! When he wanted something he went all out.
Our clothes were scattered round our feet in a matter of seconds, his magnificent naked body was pressed to mine, and I could scarcely believe this was really happening. It was all so amazing—he was amazing—every inch of his muscled flesh a sculptor’s dream. He wrapped his arms around me and his lips took mine again in another long bruising kiss that had us both moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. He lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing and I wound my legs round his waist. Without breaking our kiss he headed for the bedroom door, pushing it open with his foot then depositing me on top of the bed. He lay over me, stretching his body so that every part of our nakedness was pressed together.
I was beginning to imagine I had died and been transported to Heaven. I could even hear some heavenly string section close by, then realized it was coming from the beside radio I’d been leaving on ever since the burglary attempt. That’s right—frighten off all would-be thieves with some light classical music. It seemed to fit the mood though as Rich’s lips covered mine and his tongue slid inside bringing with it an electrical jolt just as the music reached a crescendo.
Then Rich’s mouth was everywhere at once, scorching my lips, my jaw, my throat, my nipples. God! My body arched against his. I felt a rush of adrenaline flood through me. I was desperate to have Rich’s cock, to hold it in my mouth. I rolled him onto his back, no mean feat in itself, but he didn’t resist which made it easier, and I scooted down to encircle his long, thick, awesome dick with my fingers, to lick the swollen head and savor the salty cream that glistened at the slit.