Friday, October 18, 2013

MM Romance Authors of the Week Jane Davitt and Alexa Snow


I’m pleased to have with me here today MMRomance Authors Jane Davitt and Alexa Snow. Thank you for joining us today.

COULD YOU PLEASE SHARE THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU?
Alexa - Practical, persevering, pacifistic. I'm not sure what it means that once the first two words both started with a “p” I felt that the third one had to as well. Probably nothing good.
Jane - Enthusiastic, well-meaning, self-sufficient

PLEASE ORGANIZE THESE WORDS, PLACING THE MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU FIRST AND BRIEFLY EXPLAIN YOUR REASON.  
FAMILY, WRITING, SEX, MUSIC, FRIENDS, ANIMALS, LOVE, SPORTS, CHILDREN
Alexa -This is hard! Children, Family, Friends, Love, Animals, Writing, Music, Sex, Sports. But I didn't have an easy time separating children from family, family from love, etc. The easiest one was sports. I am not a sports fan. Writing probably belongs somewhere further up the list, to be honest, because even though a long vacation is great, I can't go long-term without writing something.
Jane - Family, Children, Love, Friends, Writing, Sex, Animals, Sports, Music.
As Alexa said, this is hard because it depends how you interpret the words. 'Love' is a vague one. Family contains the subsets children and love for me, so they're all together at the top of the list. Music was more important to me than it is now. I think if reading had been on the list it might've edged into the top! Sport to me means supporting my football (soccer) team, Stoke City. Been a Stoke fan all my life. Other than that, sports don't interest me much. Animals really means cats. I've always had one or two, always rescue cats or strays, and they're part of the family so maybe they should be higher up.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?
Alexa – I've probably been writing since maybe 5th grade/11 years old. I
remember writing in a notebook, with a pencil, on the school bus. The characters in the stories were usually my friends, with a guest appearance by the occasional unicorn.
Jane – I used to make efforts to write from an early age, nine or ten, but they rarely got beyond a page or two and were heavily influenced by whatever I'd been reading most recently. I guess school essays when we had to write original stories were a start; I found some old exercise books and read a few of them recently. It wasn't until I was thirty-eight and discovered fanfic that I consciously set out to write in a meaningful way though. Once I began, it was impossible to stop. Words flooded out as if they'd been building up and had found an outlet. A few years after that, I took a step in the dark and subbed a short story to a publisher and in time achieved the ambition of that nine-year-old and wrote a book that got published.
Their first book!
Jane and Alexa's first published novel together was Loose Id's Laying a Ghost.

WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON RIGHT NOW?
Alexa – I've been plugging away on a vaguely supernatural romance about a guy who can see ghosts for quite a while, but it's slow going. Writing with Jane has utterly spoiled me for solo writing!
Jane – Now that Killing Time has been submitted I'm working on a novella for Riptide set in the future in a faraway galaxy. Lots of fun. I'm also playing with expanding a short BDSM story into a longer one, maybe even a novel, but that's more for my own enjoyment. Not sure what I'm going to do with that. Maybe try and sub it somewhere, or offer it as a free read.

Together, Jane and Alexa have just completed a M/M urban fantasy novel with the  working title Killing Time; not sure when it will be coming out, so keep an eye on their websites!

WHICH CHARACTER IN YOUR BOOKS DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH, AND WHY?
Jane – I honestly don't think I do. I sometimes put elements of me into them; many love to read or like the same food as me, but a character has to have traits that are right for him and often they're not ones I identify with because they're them and I'm me.
Alexa – This was the hardest question for me to answer out of the whole bunch. Like Jane, I don't strongly identify with any one character. Maybe that's a side effect of being a woman writing m/m fiction! I have some things in common with many of my characters, but no one of them is all that much like me.

Stephen King
SHARE THE NAMES OF A FEW AUTHORS WHO INSPIRE YOU.
Alexa – I've been a big fan of Stephen King since I was too young to be reading his work; I love the way he writes dialogue. I adore Jennifer Crusie's romance novels. Her characters are so sarcastic and there are multiple places where I've literally laughed out loud when reading her books. (My favorite of hers is Bet Me.)
Jane – I love that Alexa mentions Crusie because I love her books too. I read a book a day so my favorite authors would fill a large room. I love Tanya Huff's work and the way it incorporates gay characters in mainstream fantasy in a very organic way. Big fan of Kerry Greenwood's Phryne Fisher detective series set in 1920's Australia and Charlotte Macleod's cozy mysteries. They're well-written and tell an entertaining story.

SHARE THE MUSIC/MUSICIANS THAT YOU LIKE AND HOW THEY ADD TO YOUR LIFE OR WRITING?
Alexa – I love music. Love, love, love it. Some of my favorite artists are Damien Rice, Snow Patrol, Mumford and Sons, Heather Nova, Bush, Carbon Leaf, Counting Crows, Jonathan Coulton, Matt Nathanson, Pink, Shawn Colvin, and Vienna Teng. The list could go on and on, though.
Jane – I grew up a rocker in a household where my parents were as likely to be going to the same concerts as me rather than forbidding me to go. I met my husband at the Donington Monsters of Rock concert.  Gradually though, I just dropped out of keeping up with music and bands I loved; sadly many of the band members are dead now or too old to perform. Love Queen, Tesla, Dogs D'Amour, Judas Priest…

IF YOU WEREN’T A WRITER, WHAT OTHER CAREER WOULD YOU CHOSE?
Alexa - I was a nanny for a few years before I became a mom and I really enjoyed that; I love kids, especially little kids. I've always thought I would enjoy being a vet tech but sadly I am very allergic to dogs (and horses, and guinea pigs, and many other animals.)
JaneI was a civil servant for ten years and though I didn't hate it, I didn't love it. Working in a library or owning a book shop would suit me down to the ground.
EXCERPT FROM THE BROKEN TRIANGLE
(sequel to The Square Peg, published by Loose Id Press.)
“Vin, can you give these to Shelly?” Dave held out a basket of fries as Vin walked by the kitchen door, and Vin took them automatically.

“Yeah, sure. Just this?” French fries on their own weren’t an uncommon request—people who came to the Square Peg were usually more interested in a snack to go along with a few drinks than an actual meal—but Vin didn’t want to deliver half an order.

“Uh-huh. Thanks. Busy night!” Dave stepped back into the kitchen, humming tunelessly the way he did when he was happy.

The smell of fried food was making Vin hungry. He was used to his new work schedule, but his meal schedule was another story. Some nights he didn’t have dinner until after last orders, his blood sugar so low that his hands would shake as he lifted the first bite to his mouth. That was an indication of the bar’s success since it’d reopened six weeks before, with Vin moving into Shane’s apartment above the bar to keep an eye on things. The renovations following the fire had gone as smoothly as anyone could’ve asked, but the months when it’d been closed had been hard on everyone. It was good to be back to normal.
A quick glance at his watch as he handed Shelly the fries to deliver told him it was later than he’d realized—Helen and Patrick were both due in anytime for the late shift.

“Hey, Vin!” One of the regulars lifted a hand as Vin walked by his table. “You see that game last night?”

“Sure.” It was a lie Vin told easily, but only because it was a running joke between them. Weird how he could have a joke with someone whose name he couldn’t remember. It definitely started with a C, but after that it could have been anyone’s guess. Cody? Colin?

“And that play near the end there? That was amazing.”

“Good thing our favorite sports team is so talented.”
Vin raised a hand in greeting to Helen as she came in. He saw a few empty glasses that needed collecting at the far end of the room, but the guy was talking again. “Hey, my friend last week was asking about you.”

Now the friend Vin did remember. Tall, strong jaw, dark hair, and tight little nipples visible through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Was he?”

“Yeah. He was hoping I’d have some suave way of finding out if you’re seeing anyone, but I couldn’t figure out how except just asking.”

Vin shook his head. There’d been a time when the subject made him uncomfortable, but he was over it now. “Sorry. I don’t date.”

“What, guys?” Possibly-Colin’s eyes widened. “You aren’t straight. My gaydar is not that rusty.”

“Your gaydar’s fine,” Vin assured him. “I’m gay, and I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband, but I’m single and not interested in changing that.”

“Is it one of those taking-back-your-virginity things?” The man was curious; he wasn’t being an asshole about it, so Vin was okay with the conversation continuing, at least a little longer.

“Nowhere to take it back from,” Vin said. Telling the truth had always been simple for him; he was built for honesty, not deception. Living his life as an open book meant no complications, and that was how he liked it. “Patrick here, on the other hand…”

Patrick had arrived for his shift less than a minute after Helen had, and he stopped when Vin reached out to snag his sleeve. “That’s what I like, proof that I’m wanted,” Patrick said. His cropped blond hair was spiked with gel, tinted contacts turning his eyes a startling shade of blue tonight. “Good to see you, Cal. How’s everyone?”

While Patrick and Cal—he’d known it started with C—chatted, Vin let his gaze move slowly across the room, taking it all in—the crowd, the mood, and the way money was changing hands. He liked to think he could sense when something was off.
With a nod to Cal, he went to collect the glasses, putting them behind the bar in a plastic bowl, ready to be carried through to the kitchen for washing. After dumping his jacket in the break room, Patrick joined him, nibbling at a fry he must’ve snagged from Dave.
The front door opened again, and a young man about Vin’s age and height entered. Blond hair like Patrick’s, nervous the way so many guys were the first time they came in, unsure of what to expect from gay bars in general or the Square Peg in particular. The guy’s chin rose as he looked around, and when his eyes met Vin’s, all the air seemed to go out of the room.

“Vin?” The note of uncertainty in Patrick’s voice would’ve captured Vin’s attention any other time, but with Riley standing a few yards away, it barely registered.
The tattoo on his arm, with Riley’s initials worked into the dragon’s tail and inked into Vin’s skin, was a reminder of the young man he’d fallen in love with during high school, but Vin had never needed it.

Riley was impossible to forget.



That's all folks! If you want more of this excellent, steamy MM Romance, The Broken Triangle, look for it at Loose ID or Amazon. 
Reviews for The Broken Triangle and The Square Peg can be found here.

Thank you for joining me this week Jane and Alexa. Readers looking for more on these two charismatic authors, find them at these respective websites:



Saturday, October 12, 2013

M/M SUSPENSE-ROMANCE AUTHOR OF THE WEEK



I’m pleased to have with me here this week, Rhys Ford, M/M Suspense-Romance Author.
 Rhys, I am a huge fan of your Cole McGinnis series; thank you stopping by to share a bit about yourself.

Thank you so much for having me. Really. I appreciate the time you’re giving me.

Okay let’s get it on…

COULD YOU PLEASE SHARE THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU?
I actually tossed that question out to the peeps I know… crazy seems to be a consistent one. Twisted came a close second. And one said I was wordy. That came from a dear friend. So, there seems to be a theme there.

PLEASE ORGANIZE THESE WORDS, PLACING THE MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU FIRST AND BRIEFLY EXPLAIN YOUR REASON.  FAMILY, WRITING, SEX, MUSIC, FRIENDS, ANIMALS, LOVE, SPORTS, CHILDREN
Dear God… difficult question.
Family, friends and children are kind of all one thing. I don’t have any children but I’m pretty fierce about protecting my friends’ children. My family includes my friends so that’s kind of where I am. I think we are all symbiotic creatures and are interconnected. We cause ripples in our movements…our actions… so I’d say those three are the foundation.
Writing and Music are hand in hand. I literally have music on constantly. I set my music to what I’m writing. Life has a soundtrack. I can’t not write. Like I can’t not listen to music.
Animals. Bastards just seem to move into the house. But I adore them.
Isn’t Sex a sport? Can’t it be one? I’m not a big sports person but sex is pretty nice.
Love. That’s like air. How can I place that as a priority? That also is interwoven.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?
Lord help me. Um…. I started writing when I was 11 or 12. So…decades. Short stories. School assignments. Reading tons. I wrote my first book when I was 12. I have no idea what it was about. I remember the typewriter I used more. :D

WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON RIGHT NOW?

Dirty Deeds, the fourth in the Cole McGinnis series. It’s a very different kind of book because things are so… altered. Jae is no longer worried about his family finding out he’s gay and he’s settled in with Cole. Oh and there’s a mystery. And some stuff. And Ichiro. And Bobby. And some more stuff. So yep, that. *grins*

WHICH CHARACTER IN YOUR BOOK(S) DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH, AND WHY?
Honestly, the one I’m most like in personality is probably Miki, maybe? I gave him a lot of my quirks… poor thing. Unlike Miki, I can cook. I do have a lizard brain that is probably a lot like Parker. But usually only if I haven’t had coffee.

SHARE THE NAMES OF A FEW AUTHORS WHO INSPIRE YOU.
How much time do we have here? Or space. Wow.
I am going to toss one name out. Donald Kingsbury. He wrote Courtship Rite which is hands down my favourite book. I read it once a year. It is a fantastic study in world-building and subtle character development. And then you get to the end of the book and ONE fucking sentence…spoken by one character…changes the entire damned perspective of the book. Incredible writing and challenges to the social norm. Love this book. I wish I could write that well.
BIG BANG
There are a lot of authors I say that about. So there you go.

SHARE THE MUSIC/MUSICIANS THAT YOU LIKE AND HOW THEY ADD TO YOUR LIFE OR WRITING?
Another insane question because dude, you should see my music list. It goes from Korean pop to hard rock to blues. Aerosmith, Metallica, Tool, AC/DC, Anthrax, Testament, Stevie Ray Vaughn, VAST, Big Bang (Korean band), JYJ, Gackt, Hyde, VAMPS, Janis Joplin, Nikki Costa, Apocalyptica, 2Cellos, Gorillaz, Daft Punk, 2NE1, Dong Bang Shin Ki (prior to the split), Se7en, Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age… Really this can go on for days.

IF YOU WEREN’T A WRITER, WHAT OTHER CAREER WOULD YOU CHOSE?
I’m also a graphic designer so… there you go. I kind of have two careers. I’d love to be in forensics. Hell, or even be a carrion bird feeder. I am a bit of the macabre.

WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU ON THE INTERNET?
BLOG: rhysford.com 
TWITTER: @Rhys_Ford
 I have no idea why I’m 775 but apparently I am :D If you do a search on me, I’m not the one in the UK :D I’m the one in San Diego *laughs*

 AN EXCERPT FROM FISH AND GHOSTS
This is from Fish and Ghosts, my upcoming paranormal contemporary from Dreamspinner Press. It is slated for a Winter release. The gist of this book is Tristan Pryce is a young man who can see ghosts and Wolf Kincaid is the paranormal investigator who was hired by Tristan’s family to prove he’s wrong.

His uncle was going to wear a hole in the library floor, Tristan was sure of it. The last half an hour was ticked off by the squeak of his Italian loafers when he turned, a five-second interval bleeding off Tristan’s morning. Checking the grandfather clock for what he thought might have been the hundredth time since Walter Pryce III came through his front door, Tristan waited for his uncle to wind up yet another argument meant to move him out of the Grange.

“Your aunt is speaking with the agency now —” Walter began another circuit, his meaty hands clasped around his back.

“Is she still counted as my aunt if she’s your third wife?” Tristan huffed a breath up at his forehead, hoping to move a chunk of blond hair away from his eyes. If he used his fingers, he knew he’d get trapped in playing with his hair and anything Walter said to him would be lost in the contemplation of how the sunlight changed the colours as it bled through the shafts. “I mean, Aunt Judith counts because she was first, right? Sharon maybe because she had Mortie but Ashley? Is she my aunt too?”

“Tristan, please concentrate on what I’m saying to you.” The man harrumphed. Literally exhaled enough air out between his pressed in mouth to make his upper lip flap as he spoke and Tristan’s fingers itched for a sketchbook, wanting to scribble out his impressions of a disgruntled penguin waddling back and forth on an ice floe. “We’re hoping you’ll see reason.”

“Reason…” Tristan repeated softly. “By opening the Grange up to people who chase ghosts?”

“They are paranormal psychologists. Or at least the agency head is.” Walter turned again, squeaking off another tick of time. “I know it would be terrible to discover that perhaps you’ve been encouraged to…um…what is the word I’m looking for?”

“Hallucinate?” He supplied for his uncle. “Sucking on guano from the bats in my belfry? Rowing with one oar?”

“You’re not crazy!” His uncle frowned, caught in midstep, his large belly jiggling under his suit. “Look, boy, I’m fond of you. I want the best for you. Just let them com

Tristan stretched out his legs, rubbing at the cramp forming along his thigh. He’d not asked Mara to turn the heat on in the library that morning until Uncle Walter’s sedan pulled up in front of the Grange. It had been an unexpected visit and they’d both sworn under their breath when the man’s driver let his short, soft-bellied uncle out of the car.
Well, he’d sworn. Mara merely muttered darkly under her breath and scurried off to turn the heat on before pulling together a coffee tray for his guest. He’d sworn up enough for both of them. His elderly housekeeper, while a pleasant woman for the most part, liked to get her daily work done and out of the way so she could spend her afternoons watching the shows she’d recorded the night before. Since most of her day included making sure he kept himself him fed, Tristan didn’t care how she spent her days so long as the Grange was always guest ready. With fifteen bedrooms to keep up and two young women from the nearby town coming in to help her dust and mop, Mara kept the Grange primed and lemony-fresh and she resented his Uncle’s sudden appearance on a tightly scheduled Tuesday morning.
Tristan wasn’t too fond of Walter’s arrival either. He had only ten more minutes before he had to be at the reception desk and from the sounds of the man’s squeaky pacing, it didn’t sound like Walter Pryce was going to leave until Tristan gave him some kind of concession.
“And if they find out I’m not crazy?” He offered up in exchange. “Suppose they hand you a report that I’m sane and the Grange is what Uncle Mortimer and I say it is? Will you leave me be then?”

The look of confusion on his uncle’s face told Tristan the man had not considered that possibility. A few lip flaps and another squeaka-squeaka passes later, Walter Pryce grumbled, “If he comes back and says that there’s something here, then yes, I’ll acknowledge that there might be something to your claims. But the agency has to verify that there is some sort of activity here. If not, then I’m going to insist you stop this nonsense and come home.”

“I am home, Uncle Walter,” Tristan said softly. “I’ve lived here at the Grange for most of my adult life and spent nearly all of my summers here. If this isn’t home, then where is that?”

“Then we’ll come to you.” The man’s hand on his shoulder was meant to be reassuring but Tristan felt it held a greater weight than his uncle’s skin, bones and flesh. “We’ll come here to you at the Grange. It is the family home, after all.”

He was able to hustle his uncle out with a few murmured assurances and then exhaled a sigh of relief when the door closed behind him. A few seconds later, the sedan’s quiet engine rumbled away and Tristan was left with the silence of the Grange around him.
The snick-snick of a dog’s nails on the foyer’s parquet floors echoed up into the high ceiling and Tristan grinned at the grey, shaggy head poking out from around the side of the sweeping mahogany counter area Mortimer Pryce built to be the Grange’s reception desk.
“Come on out, Boris,” He whistled to the Irish wolfhound. “He’s gone.”

“That dog knows evil when he smells it.” Mara appeared at Tristan’s elbow, moving as silently as one of the hall’s guests.

“He knows Uncle Walter doesn’t like him.” Bending over, Tristan scratched at the enormous dog’s floppy ears, sending Boris into a wiggling dance of ecstasy. “The man’s not evil, he’s just…close-minded.”

“Well, ghosts or no, he’s a menace.” The woman’s harrumph was less pronounced than Walter’s but it was still impressive. “I’m not saying I believe in your ghosties but it’s your business. This is your house. If you want to hold balls for faeries, it’s your right and damn anyone else who says something against it.”
That’s all  folks, you’ll have to pick up a copy of Fish and Ghosts this winter at Dreamspinner Press to find out what happens to Tristan when Wolf Kincaid, paranormal investigator comes  to the Grange. Meanwhile don’t hesitate to grab a copy of any of the Cole McGinnis series, my personal favorites of Rhys Ford's books. Reviews here.

Rhys its been special having you here, thank you for agreeing to participate on Akira Expressions.


Thank you again for having me! I appreciate it greatly and thank you!

Friday, October 4, 2013

M/M PARANORMAL AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: M. PETERS

I’m pleased to have with me here this week M/M Paranormal Romance Author, M. Peters.  I am a huge fan of your novel Undisclosed Desire, and am so glad you agreed to this interview. Thank you for joining us today.

COULD YOU PLEASE SHARE THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU?
Quiet, compassionate, introverted.

PLEASE ORGANIZE THESE WORDS, PLACING THE MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU FIRST AND BRIEFLY EXPLAIN YOUR REASON. 
LOVE, FAMILY, FRIENDS, ANIMALS, WRITING, MUSIC, SEX, SPORTS, CHILDREN.
Love is the strongest force we have under our control, and binds the next three words together; writing is not a possibility without music, so they must go hand in hand, and sex was addressed earlier, included with love, so that’s why it went further down the list. Sports and children are last – no rug-monkey for me, and I abhor sports.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?
Since I learned how to spell, I think. My first stories were, of course, fanfiction, and I began writing those at seven and eight.
Javier
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON RIGHT NOW?
The sequel to my novel, Undisclosed Desire, (tentatively titled War of Desire, but that will change, I expect), Amaroq’s own story (he’s the werewolf from Undisclosed Desire), a crime thriller featuring a cannibal and the cop who has to hunt him down, and possibly another M/M romance, as yet untitled.

Keith transitioning to wolf form
WHICH CHARACTER IN YOUR BOOK(S) DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH, AND WHY?
There’s a little bit of me in all my characters – I don’t identify just with one particular one. But I’d love to sit and have tea with Keith. Or my cannibal, Noir. Both of them fascinate me, for entirely different reasons.

SHARE THE NAMES OF A FEW AUTHORS WHO INSPIRE YOU.
Megan Peters, Suzana Wylie, Erin O’Quinn, Nya Rawlyns (who also writes as Diane Nelson) and Janus Gangi. All of them are INCREDIBLE authors, and without their input and support (as well as their own wonderful material) I wouldn’t be half the writer I am.

SHARE THE MUSIC/MUSICIANS THAT YOU LIKE AND HOW THEY ADD TO YOUR LIFE OR WRITING?
I need orchestral, instrumental pieces, or I end up typing the song lyrics on to my page, instead. So movie soundtracks from movies like Silent Hill, or The Dark Knight, even music from a WoW-esque RPG I play, is what I listen to when I’m writing.

IF YOU WEREN’T A WRITER, WHAT OTHER CAREER WOULD YOU CHOOSE? 
Oh, I’d work with the elderly in nursing homes or even in their own home. I did that for almost six years in Florida, and I loved it. That will be my ‘day job’ someday.

 EXCERPT FROM DISCLOSED DESIRE
 In this scene from Undisclosed Desire, Keith thinks he has at last got Javier in his clutches and his bed – but the young Spaniard, he finds, is full of surprises…
        When Keith dipped his head once more, Javier tensed, expecting another round of devilish tickling, but it didn't come.  Instead, Keith's lips nibbled and sucked at the thin line of sun-tinged hairs that marched downwards to the juncture of Javier's thighs.  He followed the map they provided, but leisurely, lifting each hair with practiced flips of his tongue and sucking the skin beneath.  Javier was arcing and twisting on the sheets, and Keith changed positions to avoid the frantic meeting of Javier's steel with his tinder before he was ready.  Now, he half-lay to the side of Javier, his long shape stretched almost lazily out on the dark bed their forms occupied.

        As Javier turned his head to regard the man with lust-tinged eyes, a wonderfully nasty idea occurred to him. He reached slowly down, trying as best he could to time his movements with Keith's ministrations, so the vampire would think his fingers were clutching in aimless passion rather than reaching for a goal.  His fingers closed suddenly and surely around the item he'd known he would find. When Keith opened his clothes and pushed them away, he had freed Javier's little dagger, but his amourous thrusts had only rid the bed of his lover's clothes, not his weapons.  Javier's right hand closed around its hilt and with a practiced flick of his wrist, he sliced at the fabric stretched tightly across Keith's engorged groin and tore a thin opening in the man’s breeches.

        Startled out of his sex-driven reverie as he'd just begun the descent towards Javier's straining shaft, Keith froze. The knife blade flickered within inches of unmanning him.  For a moment, he thought the boy bore him malice and had missed his goal. But when he lunged for the knife, he found Javier had already discarded it, and was instead bent on widening the rift he had torn with his weapon by using his hands. 
        Keith's lips spread in a smile. But suddenly his jaws parted , releasing a thick groan. as Javier wrested his cock free from its coverings.  The slightly cooler air of the room brushed a million kisses on his sensitive flesh,  He bent quickly to Javier's pubic bone, burying his face in the thatch of golden hair, his breath whuffing sweetly on the sensitive skin.
        For just a moment, Javier's hand released its prize as Keith's tongue licked down, just missing the very base of his passion.  He gasped and shoved upwards, hoping to entice Keith to move his attentions somewhat lower, to gain Javier the relief he needed from the pounding ache that burned in his loins.

        Keith pulled his head away at the last moment, and when he did, Javier vowed revenge.  Recalling what he'd done when he'd last lain with Ofelia a few days before, he twisted around, glad of the differences in their height.  Because of Javier's smaller frame, he could curl his body easily on his side and wrap his lips tightly around Keith's cock, lying in such a way that Keith would be left without leverage to push him away. After all, his hands would be trapped against Javier's body, which was balanced by the Spaniard's outstretched arm. 
        He leaned over on his left arm, his fingers opening and closing madly in the satiny coverlets as he leaned forward and swallowed Keith's erection as far as he was capable.
























 Undisclosed Desire and the short Las Ranas, which features the main characters from it, and is a teaser for the upcoming sequel, can be found at: 



Thank you SO MUCH, Alex, for hosting me on your awesome site! I really appreciate being here – this was a LOT of fun!

 You are welcome, M. Thanks again for stopping by. Readers, undisclosed Desire is a wonderful MM Romance/ Paranormal story and I highly recommend it. 
A handsome vampire with a secret falls for a courageous, smoking hot, human male. Atmospheric, haunting, and sexy! 
Review here.


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