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Things that go bump in the night… Guest Post by L.M. Somerton

A big thank you to Lily for giving me spooky space on her blog today to talk about my ghost story, The Portrait.

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Things that go bump in the night…

I recently read an article by Susan Hill, author of The Woman in Black, about what makes a good ghost story. It made me wonder if the same principles would apply to an erotic ghost story.  How do you create the atmosphere needed when the core of the tale is an MM romance?

It’s one thing to sit around a campfire spinning spooky yarns and controlling your audience with the drama of the moment. Unfortunately it’s not possible to issue atmosphere instructions in the preamble to the book:

  1.  Do not read unless you are situated in an appropriately spooky setting. E.g. graveyard, abandoned asylum, haunted house.
  2. Weather must be atmospheric – fog, heavy rain, thunder and lightening are all acceptable.
  3. Watch a really good horror film to get yourself in the right state of mind i.e. ready to jump out of your skin at the least provocation.
  4. Switch off all lights and read by candlelight.

I have to confess that when I wrote The Portrait and its sequel Black Dog I wasn’t consciously considering which elements would work when it came shivers of fear. I was more worried about shivers of desire between the two main characters. In either case there is a fine line between giving your readers a thrill and sending them into fits of laughter. How do you avoid the traps and pitfalls of stereotypes but still give your readers what they need to really feel the atmosphere you are trying to create? In this day and age we are exposed to every imaginable take on the supernatural. Films and computer games bring our worst fears to life at the touch of a button. Is it even possible to create that kind of atmosphere any more or are readers immune to anything that isn’t in 3D?

I think the same thing that makes a story erotic can make it scary. Imagination. It’s the author’s job to put the pieces in place, to lay the foundations for the reader to then build their own picture – to really see, hear and feel what the characters do.

By happy accident, many of the ‘required elements’ of a ghost story snuck their way into The Portrait, so all those 18th century gothic novels I’ve read must have been lurking in my sub-conscious. Hints of a spectral presence, unexplained noises and shadows, an old house where the memories of past horrors linger – they are all there, aided by the natural atmosphere provided by the wonderfully gloomy British weather.

It only takes the smallest hints and suggestions to capture an intelligent reader’s imagination and I think that works so much better than launching into a full-blown terror-ride from the first line. Shakespeare put it well in the Scottish play:

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

My characters, Garrick and Tristan, know that something evil objects to them being together. Finding out why and working out what to do about it is intertwined with the story of their developing relationship. I wanted my characters to tingle in all the right places; the fear and anticipation of what might happen adds something unpredictable to their romance and turns the heat up just a little bit higher!

So if you like your erotica with a hint of the supernatural, I think you’ll enjoy The Portrait – here’s the blurb to tell you a bit more:

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And a short excerpt to tempt you:

Garrick was bent over a large drawing board, skimming over creamy paper with a soft-leaded pencil. His strokes were confident and he was utterly focused on what he was doing. Suddenly he looked up, his breath steaming in the unnaturally cold air. He cringed and swiped at his neck, rubbing away the sensation of clammy fingers exploring his skin.

“Leave me alone.” His voice was tight with a tension that was mirrored in the set of his jaw. After just a few seconds, the temperature reverted to its normal level and Garrick relaxed with a sigh.

He sat back and took a critical look at the drawing in front of him. A perfect likeness of Tristan stared back and Garrick licked his lips. The image captured the expression that appeared on Tristan’s face every time Garrick looked at him—a cross between fear and desire. A calculating smile curled Garrick’s lips as he pinned the picture to the wall. “You’re mine, Tristan Lindsay. You just don’t know it yet.”

 

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Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015.

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Review ~ Once in a Snowstorm (Nortown #1)

 

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Author: Ofelia Gränd

Title: Once in a Snowstorm

Language: English

Published: 8th December, 2015

Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing

Length: 28,860 words (102 pages) approx.

Category: Fiction

Genre: LGBT, Contemporary Romance, Erotic, Adult, Holidays and Celebrations

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Daring a snowstorm might not be the smartest thing Aiden has ever done, but he can’t stand being in his flat a moment longer. With only three days to Christmas, he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants a place to belong, wants people around him who won’t look down on him. He might not find all that at his mother’s place, but at least it’s better than being alone in the city. If he can make it there, that is.

Tristan is looking forward to a quiet night in front of the TV, but instead, he has to save an idiot in designer clothes from freezing to death in his forest. Tristan tries not to notice the man’s good looks, just like he has tried not to notice any man’s good looks for the last seven years. He knows where relationships go and is far better off living alone, with his dog, in his cabin.

Aiden is driving Tristan mad with his bratty comments and irresponsible ways, and Aiden is going crazy from Tristan’s judgmental attitude. Luckily, in a few days, the weather will clear up, and the two men won’t have to be together any longer. But will a few steamy nights with the grumpy lumberjack change Aiden’s mind about wanting to leave? And will Tristan still want to go back to his peaceful, predictable life without fear of getting his heart broken?

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To appreciate this story you have to accept that many overused tropes and cliches have been deliberately included and thus it’s not meant to be taken seriously. You’ll find many favourites here, including two guys snowed in over Christmas, opposites attract, enemies to lovers, insta-love, the female best friend/confidante. Even the main character names were chosen because an author had blogged about not wanting to see certain frequently used names in an m/m romance again.

Tristan is love-wary and a grumpy lumberjack who wants to be alone in his cabin in the woods. He doesn’t do any tree felling which was surprising as I would have expected people in the town to need Christmas trees at this time of year. He’s not happy about having to rescue the designer-clothed twink and reluctantly agrees to put him up for a night or two until the snow clears.

Aiden comes across as an overly sensitive drama queen. He’d lost his job in the city and was on his way to visit his mother because he was to be evicted from his home. Sadly she doesn’t appear to want him either. Aiden doesn’t do himself any favours.  He takes offence to nearly everything Tristan says to him.  Miscommunication reigns. The two guys, who are physically attracted to each other at least, are at each other’s throats for what seems like the first half of the story. Aiden makes snarky comments and issues nitpicking demands that aggravates the situation. Unfortunately, miscommunication takes up quite a large proportion of the story. Something I don’t particularly like to read, but accepted it as part of the intention of the story.

There’s physical attraction that both men try to avoid. I’m not sure why they fell in love, but when the sudden make-out scene occurs with no real buildup, we have the insta-love trope.

From here on, the romance blossoms and it’s sweet for a time. However, we have some more miscommunication and it looks like it’s the end for these newbie lovers. Don’t worry, it all ends well.

So overall, this is an enjoyable romp with a happy ending for our two guys who turned out to be nice people after all.

If you want a fun read you might enjoy this nicely written snowed-in tale. On the other hand, you might just roll your eyes at their antics.

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A Gay Fiction Writer—some stories have a sprinkle of romance, some a dash of horror, some a pinch of paranormal, and some are a mix of it all.

Ofelia Gränd is Swedish, which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes contemporary and paranormal, and dreams about one day writing a post-apocalyptic story—if that ever happens we’ll see.

Ofelia Gränd lives on the southern west coast of Sweden with her husband and their three children. At the moment she’s on parental leave. She could give up her glamorous life as a stay-at-home mom, and go back to her job as a teacher if she wanted to. But why not take advantage of the situation when she’s living in a parental leave utopia?

Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.

When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from husband and children, she likes to take walks in the woods. She’s recently discovered the miracle of podcasts and spends her strolls listening to wise people talk

 

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RAINBOW SNIPPETS ~ October 15th

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This week’s Rainbow Snippet is taken from my taboo story

Let Your Heart Decide

There’s a short verse at the beginning of each chapter which tells part of Samuel and Thomas’s story.

The entire poem is collated at the end of the book

and it is also published in the LOVE IS LOVE Poetry Anthology in aid of Orlando’s Pulse Victims Fund.

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Let Your Heart Decide

 

~Samuel and Thomas~

My love, lie down beside me.

Let us gaze at the stars above.

Wonder with me

At how we came to be.

Hold me now and for all eternity

 

My heart lies with thine.

Forever joined with no more pain.

Our souls entwined,

Never to be parted again.

Side by side we rest until the end of time.

 

Let Your Heart Decide

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Audiobook Review ~ The Downs



Title: The Downs
Author: Kim Fielding  Narrator: K.C. Kelly
Publisher: Phyllis Gerstenfeld
Release Date: 09-30-2016
Genre(s): Fantasy, Dystopian
Length: 3 hours and 37 mins
Heat Level: 2 flames out of 5
Rating: 5 stars out of 5

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As the son of a wealthy man, Enitan Javed has spent his life frivolously – drinking, fighting, and making love. But after his father dies, Enitan is unjustly accused of murdering him and is given the harshest sentence possible. Judged irredeemable, he is banished to the Downs. As even young children know, nothing lives in the Downs except demons who delight in torturing the condemned. Brutalized by the men who transport him to his fate, Enitan has nothing left but his thirst for vengeance.

His plummet to the Downs nearly kills him, and Enitan finds himself battered and helpless in a frightening, mysterious land. But many surprises await him there, including a strange man named Rig. And the realization that the demons he must face aren’t at all the ones he expected.


This story was originally written as a part of the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Love is an Open Road” event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

The story is still available for free on Goodreads.

“He stood, head bowed, body tense, waiting. No matter what happened next, his life would never be the same…”

A naked man stands with his back to the viewer, a plain white floor beneath his feet. Ahead of him, a pair of large black doors are ajar, revealing a glimpse of bright light. The man’s shoulders are slightly hunched and his head is bowed; he appears hesitant to face whatever fate awaits him through the doors.

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five-stars

The magical combination of Kim Fielding’s lovely prose and K.C. Kelly’s superb narration never fails to entertain. I listened and followed the text at the same time because I just love Kim’s writing. This certainly is an outstanding story. Her imagination creates wonderful new worlds with flawed yet beautiful characters.

K.C. Kelly’s delivery perfectly suits this tale, its steady pace, and the gradual revelation of the fantasy world. He brings the story and characters to life, imparting the right emotions and tone throughout.

I particularly enjoyed this fantasy story and the excellent world building. It’s similar but on a smaller scale to Brute. There’s a clear contrast between Enitan’s luxurious life in the city and the basic and sometimes frighteningly dangerous life in The Downs, with its demons, caustic fog, and venomous creatures. For all its harshness, the people who inhabit the Downs appear to be unselfish and more accepting of others. They live in a world where same sex relations are the norm.

The two main characters come across as believable and real. They are both physically and emotionally imperfect, but together they slowly find love and healing in each other. It’s not instant and that’s what I love about Kim’s stories. She gives them time to get to know each other and build a friendship first.

Enitan is the proverbial rich kid who likes to fight and fuck. He is wronged by his sister and judged as unredeemable. He hankers after revenge.

Like Brute, Rig is big and lumbering and disfigured. Both Rig and Brute have a heart of gold and consider others before themselves. Rig’s backstory is heart-wrenchingly sad and when his future with Enitan is in doubt I could see him being broken all over again.

This is a story of love and hate, revenge and redemption, and of finding peace and happiness with your lot in life and with the person you love. A story of second chances and discovering what’s important in life.

“I don’t want to die. But if I have a choice between a few minutes with you or an eternity without, well … I choose you … I will always choose you.”

A slow and steady yet beautifully sweet romance set in an imaginary world. Highly recommended.

 

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RAINBOW SNIPPETS ~ October 8th

RAINBOW SNIPPETS

 

This week’s Rainbow Snippet is taken from my taboo story

Let Your Heart Decide

There’s a short verse at the beginning of each chapter which tells part of Samuel and Thomas’s story.

The entire poem is collated at the end of the book

and it is also published in the LOVE IS LOVE Poetry Anthology in aid of Orlando’s Pulse Victims Fund.

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Let Your Heart Decide

 

~Samuel and Thomas~

Sad and alone for untold years,

Endless dirt surrounds my soul.

Deep inside, no hopes, only fears.

Through these dark, eternal years.

 

Let your heart decide… let your mind control…

let your soul resolve.

 

My love, take my hand, take my life,

because I am thine forevermore.

Let Your Heart Decide

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Paperback available via 

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eBook 

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Audiobook Review ~ Spook Squad



Title: Spook Squad (PsyCop #7)
Author: Jordan Castillo Price  Narrator: Gomez Pugh
Publisher: JCP Books LLC
Release Date: 04-05-2016
Genre(s): Contemporary, paranormal
Length: 12 hours and 8 mins
Heat Level: 3 flames out of 5
Rating: 5 stars out of 5

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Everyone enjoys peace and tranquility, and Victor Bayne is no exception. He goes to great lengths to maintain a harmonious home with his partner, Jacob. Although the cannery is huge, it’s grown difficult to avoid the elephant in the room…the elephant with the letters FPMP scrawled on its hide.

Once Jacob surrendered his PsyCop badge, he infiltrated the Federal Psychic Monitoring Program. In his typical restrained fashion, he hasn’t been sharing much about what he actually does behind its vigilantly guarded doors. And true to form, Vic hasn’t asked. In fact, he would prefer not to think about the FPMP at all, since he’s owed Director Dreyfuss an exorcism since their private flight to PsyTrain.

While Vic has successfully avoided FPMP entanglement for several months, now his debt has finally come due.

 

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stars-five

First, I must say I love the audiobook cover art for this story.

Once again the superb narration by Gomez Pugh kept me enthralled from start to finish. He has made this wonderful series truly outstanding. The pace and tone are spot on. I love the way he delivers Vic’s sarcastic and witty lines. In fact, he is Victor Bane and always will be. I adore the brilliant characterisation of each person with their distinctive voices and I especially love the voice he gave to Jacob. So sexy!

You really need to read/listen to the previous six stories in this series to fully appreciate the events and characters in this epic instalment.

Spook Squad is a lengthy and complex story, with fabulous and unexpected twists along the way. So much happens in a JCP novel. Her writing is marvellous and draws you in to each and every scene. The characters are well-developed and some surprise us here. The dialogue is real and engaging, and the world-building is excellent.

The main plot of this story centres around Vic identifying and exorcising the repeaters in Con Dreyfuss’s office at the FPMP building as payback for a favour from the previous story. There’s so much else going on, though. The exorcism scenes throughout this book are thrilling. I love how JCP has developed Vic’s psychic abilities and that Jacob is often there to assist him. Their connection is so deep they can just about read each other’s minds.

Indeed, we are treated to quality time when Vic and Jacob are together, and that is super hot and special. You can almost feel the love, passion, and trust that flows between these two lovers when they interact.

I’m looking forward to the next story as I’m sure there’s plenty of work left for Vic and Jacob to do, plus I need to know what’s going to happen to Crash.

 

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PsyCop Briefs

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Victor Bayne sees dead people for a living…and he sees them off the clock, too.  After all, ghosts don’t confine their appearances to a psychic medium’s work hours.

From the macabre to the mundane, from titillating to tender, these PsyCop shorts feature stolen moments between the novels. Get a glimpse of Vic’s life with Jacob between cases, from both men’s viewpoints. Gain new insight on their psychic talents by accompanying them on odd jobs, shopping runs and family visits, or simply enjoy some downtime in the cannery.

The twenty short works range in length from flash fiction to novelettes, woven together to create a novel-length narrative of Vic and Jacob’s relationship from a fresh perspective. The stories are gleaned from various sources: anthologies, newsletters, and web, with four all-new pieces to tie the collection together and delve deeper into your favorite PsyCops’ domestic life.

 

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Review ~ Sweet Summer Sweat and Giveaway

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Title: Sweet Summer Sweat

Author: Clare London

Release Date: September 20 2016

Publisher: Jocular Press

Length: 74,000 words

 

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When you find a place where lust and sex rule life, and your every desire can be fulfilled, why would you ever want to leave?

Young runaway Scot and his boyfriend Jerry escape their deadbeat homes and families, hoping to leave prejudice behind them and travel to a new life in Las Vegas. Unprepared and naive, they’re lost almost at once, and shelter at a run-down, deserted motel in the middle of the scorching hot Nevada desert. A place with secrets, run by staff both gorgeous and uninhibited, and driven by a mysterious sexual connection Scot’s never even dared to dream.

All but drugged by the lazy heat and the hedonism around him, Scot watches as Jerry is seduced away and realizes their relationship was nothing more than shared lust. Restless, Scot knows he wants true love and real understanding. Could he find it with the mysterious and elusive owner of the motel, Connor Maxwell? Connor seems to think so, every time he appears and pursues Scot for his own. But where does Connor come from? It seems the passion calls him into being at its own whim.

Eventually, what binds Connor and his friends to the motel may be too strong for Scot to break through. Scot has ambitions to travel, to make something of his life – but is his only option to embrace life at the motel in his true lover’s arms?

Or will that love be strong enough to release them both…

 

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Scot had been dreaming, he was sure he had, though he couldn’t recall it clearly. It had been a suffocating, disorientating dream: he could still feel the shudder in his limbs, the throb of his heart. A wet dream?

you were happy. You were laughing

The details were slipping away from him like smoke, even as his mind cleared. But he remembered a tall stranger leaning over him with a hypnotizing smile, and an expression of delight. Someone welcoming, with hands on him, soothing him, caressing him. A comforting, sensual presence beside him, within him, talking to him….

I’ve been waiting for you

Scot shook his head to clear such nonsense. A presenceWhat the hell kind of weird word is that? He and Jerry had been to plenty of movies about vampires, succubi and other monsters, though they’d spent most of the time making out in the darkened back seats of the theater. Was one of those special effect creatures teasing his dreams now? But he hadn’t watched a movie like that for a long time. They didn’t scare him like they were meant to, and besides, he knew all too well the difference between movies and reality.

He stretched, his movements languid. The tangible feeling persisted. It felt soft and thick, flowing like viscous liquid, stroking like feathers, full of warmth and color and a really delicious smell.

talking to you

It wanted him. It slid inside his clothes, between his legs, seeking an entrance to his body.

want you

Startled, Scot sat bolt upright. His heart was beating far more quickly than usual. For the first time, he acknowledged he was in nothing but his boxers, with no memory of undressing. And he had a throbbing erection. It tented the fabric, causing a damp patch at its tip. This was fiercer than his normal waking reaction, and it showed no signs of dying down.

Shit. He’d never had such a strange, erotic dream before, not even about Jerry!

He shifted on the bed, unsettled and horny, the sheet creased beneath him. Had Jerry undressed him? Surely it wouldn’t have been anyone else. The erection nagged at him, persistent and demanding. He toyed with the idea of running his hand a little lower, and giving it what it needed—

Then a door at the back of the room opened, bringing a waft of scented, wet air from what was obviously the bathroom.

“Scot? You’re awake then.” It was Jerry, his voice soft and sleepy too. The hard edge of their last conversation had gone, replaced by the caressing tone Jerry often used when they were making out.

“Where have you been?” Scot grumbled. “Come closer.”

Jerry walked over to the bed, toweling at his hair. He was naked, except for another towel twisted around his slim waist. A fuzzy patch of moonlight bathed his bare chest, highlighting a single, erect nipple.

Scot ached somewhere deep inside, wondering at the emotions that stirred him so strongly. He lusted after Jerry, of course he did, but this ache was something else. Damned dreams. “How late is it? Have you had a shower? I thought the lights were working now.”

“They are.” Jerry’s smile was more relaxed. “But I liked the candlelight in the dining room, so I thought we could have the same in here. It’s only ten p.m. or so. My headache was easing off so I left you sleeping and took a shower. It’s a very small bathroom so we’ll have to take a turn.” His gaze flickered over Scot’s stretched limbs, the shape of his swollen cock under the sheet. “I thought you needed the sleep.”

“Thanks.” Scot sighed and wriggled his hips on the bed. “But now I need something else.”

Jerry laughed and turned to the dresser, lighting a candle in one of the holders there. When he turned back to Scot, the chiaroscuro effect made him look alternately sensual and sinister. The faint smell of sulfur from the match trailed in the still air.

Scot sighed contentedly, and fell back on to the bed. “Didn’t I say to come closer?”

A strange expression flitted over Jerry’s face, but he grinned easily enough and climbed onto the bed beside Scot. “Yes, boss.”

Scot chuckled, then caught his breath. Jerry’s body beside him was so different from his dream. It was real. “It’s just us now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, thank God. This is our new beginning. For us, Scot—together. They won’t chase us any more, there’s no one to keep us apart. To tell us who we can and can’t see.”

It sounded rather melodramatic to Scot, but no less the truth. “To swear and spit at us?”

Jerry nodded. He stretched out a hand and slid it around Scot’s neck. “I know how bad it was—”

“No, you don’t.” Scot tried to keep the pain and anger out of his voice, but sometimes he wondered if he ever would. He’d struggled with life for as long as he could remember, first of all trying to keep beneath the radar of his miserable home situation, then to hide the true nature of his friendship with Jerry. He’d once told Jerry that he lied so much to his family and colleagues, he couldn’t always remember what was the truth and what was his cover story. He’d been forced to do it all because he’d been drawn to a man: they’d wanted each other.

Was that so wrong? He didn’t know which caused him the more pain—the persecution and abuse he’d suffered, or the cowardly way he’d tried to cope with it all.

“Hey, it’s okay. There’ll be no more of that crap,” Jerry whispered. He rolled across the bed, nudging against Scot’s body. “You’re so damned hot.” He winced as he shifted his cock under the towel. “You make me so fucking horny.”

Scot smiled and pressed his mouth to Jerry’s shoulder. His heart was beating fast again, but for a very different reason. “No more sneaking around, doing it in corners. In cars and alleyways.”

Jerry grinned. “Not always so bad, though? Sometimes the danger adds to the excitement.”

Scot hid his shiver. “But we have a choice, now, Jerry. A choice of when and where. Not just snatched half hours at lunch, or after dark, or while my parents are getting wasted at some bar or other.”

Jerry nodded. “Sure, whatever.” His hands ran gently down Scot’s chest, cupping his belly.

Scot’s muscles tightened. So maybe he’d found their secret life much more distressing than Jerry had. And it had been exciting, in its own way. Jerry in particular had seemed to enjoy the risk. Their groping sessions had been desperate and awkward, but Jerry had never hesitated to take any opportunity to fuck. Scot had been carried away with the desire too, but he regretted the fact they’d never had much time together to explore each other’s bodies. Everything had been rushed, the feelings anguished, the lovemaking awkward. Scot felt he had years of frustration and repression still to set free.

“Jerry….”

“Hmm?”

“My choice is now, Jerry. I want you here—and now.”

“Sure.” Jerry smiled at him. He didn’t seem to be listening that carefully, his eyes unfocused and his breathing shallow. Scot could feel Jerry’s cock thickening under the towel. He reached down, jerked the cloth away, and took firm hold of it.

 

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4*

A wonderful polyamorous and very sensual story. I was soon wondering whether this venture was entirely a dream or in Scot’s imagination as he himself considers at times. Was the desert heat causing a sexual mirage in this isolated and rather run-down motel where Scot and Jerry appear to be the only guests with three seductive members of staff? Or was it a ghostly apparition he was experiencing or some sort of magical spell? Scot’s senses seem to be under the control of another and at other times he fears what’s going on around him.

Being free from his parents and now free to be himself with Jerry, Scot is in an almost constant state of arousal, and the sights, sounds, and smells around him seem to ramp up his emotions. “Scot felt Jerry’s fascination seep through his veins, his skin crawl with need…”

Scot witnesses and also participates in plenty of lust-filled and almost other-worldly seduction scenes with Jerry and the other guys in the motel. He wants to leave, but somehow he finds it hard to resist.  “He didn’t want to question it, not such pure, comforting pleasure. Instead, he relaxed and allowed his mind to fill with the waves of greedy desire and satisfaction.”

I loved the rather creepy mystery and the expressive writing in this story. The heat, the tension, the magical ambiguity of it all kept me wondering what was going to happen next.

Words from Hotel California by The Eagles sprang to mind as I read this story and I’m sure Clare used the song as inspiration for her erotic tale.

“How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget…”

 

“Mirrors on the ceiling…”

 

“We are all just prisoners here, of our own device..”

 

“You can checkout any time you like,

But you can never leave.”

 

 

 

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Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.

She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.

Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.

 

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Clare loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her here:

Website: http://www.clarelondon.com 
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