SOMEBODY TO LOVE - COMING SOON (no pun intended)

COMING NOVEMBER 14, 2009, FROM AMBER QUILL PRESS'S ALLURE LINE

Usually, one of Trace Edward Zaber's fabulous covers would be in this spot, but for now Blogger isn't accepting images, so we'll just see how that goes. Maybe it will later today. Note: As you can see, the image is here. I hadn't checked the Terms of Service box, so it wouldn't upload images.

I'm sitting in our enclosed patio, drinking coffee and watching the birds at our feeders just beyond the windows. I solved the problem of gray squirrels eating all the food before the birds could, but the feeder still spews seed on the ground when the birds step on the little loop supports. At least they hunt and peck what's fallen.

It's a beautiful, clear, warm day in southern California and I'm enjoying the treat of a day all to myself. My husband is in Palm Springs playing golf with his high school BFF. They reconnected at a reunion about ten years ago, and a few times a year they play golf together. The friend lives in the town where they grew up, which is about eighty miles inland from us. He has friends in the desert area, and because we live mid-way between his home and the desert course where they play, my husband is invited.

HERE'S THE STORY for my latest erotic gay contemporary romance scheduled for release November 14th.

Their relationship begins with a problem: Kevin Connolly, star of The Detective and newly spotlighted as TV’s “Sexiest Man of the Year,” works in Hollywood. Nate Marquette, his new love, works part of the year as a fireman in a mountain range not far from Los Angeles, but most of the year he operates his business as a helicopter logger in the deep forests of the Pacific Northwest and Canada. Complicating the logistics of getting together when they’re miles apart is the fact that it’s vital they keep their sexual preferences secret. Exposure as a gay man might ruin Kevin’s career, but it could mean death for Nate.

In the end, it’s not these challenges that threaten to tear them apart, but deeper issues of trust and betrayal. . .

CHOOSING MY CHARACTERS

I'd seen a television special on helicopter logging and found it different, intriguing and dangerous. There were YouTube videos to watch as well. Wouldn't a heli-logger make a fabulous strong lover? Yes!

Southern California, especially in the Los Angeles area, is steeped in the film and TV industry. We have adult children who work in what's termed "The Business," so coming up with an imaginary "Sexiest Man" and giving him the top show as lead actor was a natural. And fun.

EXCERPT

Nate had the barbecue fired up, the coals were glowing, and the corn and steaks were cooking when Kevin stepped out the back door. Most of the disguise was in the house. He wore the hat and the dark glasses. For all anyone knew, he’d shaved off his mustache and beard.

He stretched and sniffed. “That smells wonderful.”

“Feeling better?”

“A zillion per cent. Thanks.” In a low tone he added, “I’d show you how grateful I am, but we’re outside.”

Nate chuckled. The laugh rumbled out of a stockpile of happiness. “There’s beer in the refrig if you want one. Bring one for me, too, please.”

It was too cold to stay outdoors once the food had cooked, so they ate in the kitchen and talked. When the temperature dropped even lower outside, Nate built a fire in the living room. They finished their beers sitting in front of it. Kevin collected the bottles and took them to the kitchen.

Nate watched Kevin come out of the kitchen. Standing, he held out his hand. “Come here.”

Kevin sighed as Nate grabbed his butt and pulled him hard against his solid body. He loved feeling Nate’s cock locked against his as both dicks strained against the restricting pants, wanting to touch skin to skin as they had in the desert. Nate’s mouth closed on Kevin’s, and his lips were at first soft and sweet, but then they seduced deeper and fuller, building a hunger Kevin matched. Nate rubbed his groin across Kevin’s, setting alight a tingling all over his body.

“I want you, Nate Marquette.”

“So I’ve noticed. The feeling’s mutual. The couch is softer,” Nate whispered against Kevin’s mouth.

They tore off their clothes and clung together, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock. With trembling hands Kevin fumbled in the pocket of his khakis for two foil packets, at last pulling them free. He held them up. “Grape or strawberry?”

“I don’t care. Just hurry before I cover you with cum.”

Kevin knelt, and Nate groaned softly from low in his throat as Kevin’s breath bathed his swollen dick. The groan resonated in Kevin’s belly and desire coiled tight in his core. Kevin unrolled a purple condom over the damp cock jutting toward his face. He denied Nate the pleasure of suiting him up because he knew he’d blow the minute Nate’s hands were on him.

Standing, Kevin whispered against his lover’s ear just before he blew softly on it and then plunged his tongue deep inside. “I hope you like strawberry.”

“I want my mouth on you--any time, any flavor at all. . .

Carolina Valdez

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