Teaser Tuesday, #1: An Unlikely Romance (NSFW!)

This is NSFW!

For my first Teaser Tuesday I’m going back to a story I wrote in January of 2016, An Unlikely Romance. Life got in the way so it was set to the side. I’m slowly going through completed manuscripts and deciding what’s worth publishing and what’s not. I adore Casey (aka ‘Tom’) so his story needs to be told. I like Brett too but there’s something about Casey’s cockiness and his ‘take no b.s.’ attitude.

The way I described An Unlikely Romance to my friend as I was writing it was as ‘the not quite a rent boy’ story. I think you’ll be able to figure out why.

It’s roughly around 21,000 words at the moment. Some may be added. Some may be removed. Only time will tell.

Below is an excerpt of when Brett and Casey meet the very first time. While Casey would like you to believe that Brett is an old man (his words), he’s actually only 31 to Casey’s 21.

Y’all know me and the age differences. And, hey, what do you know? Brett has black hair and wears glasses. 😉

Everything’s unedited, especially the cover, so keep that in mind as you read it.

An Unlikely Romance

Blurb –

After being burned by love too many times, Brett contents himself by hiring prostitutes whenever he needs to scratch his itch. He can have as much sex as he wants without the silly emotions that always got him in trouble before. But then he meets a rent boy who calls himself Tom. Tom’s no different from the others he’s hired in the past, so why can’t get him out of his head? 

Casey isn’t exactly as he appears to Brett, but what could he do? He wanted to have sex with the man so he played the game. What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with the guy. Throw in a little bit of family drama, and the fact that Brett has no clue of who he really is, and these men are destined for trouble. Can they meet in the middle and find what they didn’t even realize they were looking for? Or do they end their so-called business relationship and move on?

Excerpt –

I glance across the smoky room and see exactly who I’m looking for.  Two men are leaning in close to him so I know I have to make my move before he takes off with one or both of them. I can tell he’s young, maybe early twenties. Around my height of six-feet, he has straight brown hair to his shoulders, tats of designs I can’t identify on his right arm, and two leather bracelets on his left wrist. When I get closer, I see a small hoop in his left ear. He’s wearing a tight purple shirt with skinny jeans and designer sneakers. He’s thin, at around one-sixty, and looks a little more put together than most of the guys I pick up.

Designer shoes? On a rent boy?

I don’t care, nor do I allow myself to think about it for too long. Good looking kid, but even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter. I won’t be paying him for his looks. When I’m only a few feet away, I get his attention. I take two one hundred dollar bills from my front pocket and wave them, my eyes not leaving his. The other two guys are shoved aside as he makes his way to me and takes my arm and starts pulling me toward the back of the bar.

“No. You want the cash, you go with me.”

He stops and glares at me.

“I don’t know you from anybody, man. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”

I pull away from him and take a step back.

“Fine. I’ll find somebody else to take my money.”

I’ve not made it two steps before he’s grabbing my arm again.

“Maybe I’ll take my chances.”

I ignore him and keep walking, not doubting for a second that he’ll follow. We climb in the backseat of the first cab we see and a few minutes later we’re exiting outside of the cheap motel room I rented for the night. Inside, I order him to strip. He kicks off his shoes and unsnaps his tight jeans.

“Why do you have to pay someone? It’s not like you’re ugly or anything. You’re actually kinda hot. I’ve always had a thing for dudes who wear glasses.”

“Just shut up and do what you’re getting paid to do.”

“Ah, that’s why. You’re an asshole.”

I don’t say anything. I just watch as he kicks his jeans off, leaving him standing there in tight blue briefs and his bright purple shirt.

“That’s why you have to pay someone,” he continues. “If you were a nice guy, maybe you’d be able to get it for free. Hell, maybe even have a boyfriend or something. With that attitude? No wonder you have to skulk around in shady bars and pay guys to get laid.”

“What part of shut up did you not get, kid?”

He shrugs his shoulders and removes his shirt and briefs and throws them on the floor with his other clothes. He crawls on the bed and gets on his hands and knees, his ass on display.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Tom.”

“Sure it is.”

He looks at me over his shoulder and smirks.

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Tom it is then, though I think I like Tommy better.”

“That’s a kid’s name.”

“And you’re a kid.” I slap him on his bare ass. He flinches slightly, but doesn’t scream out. “And kids with smart mouths get spanked.”

He wiggles his ass.

“Spank me again, daddy!” he says on a laugh.

I almost grin, but somehow manage to stop myself.

I remove my shirt and pants quickly and crawl on my knees on the bed behind him. My hands slide up and down his back before I grip his hips and rub my wet dick up and down his ass crack.

“No condom, no deal. I don’t care how much money you’ve got.”

I rock my dick against him.

“I won’t fuck you without a rubber, so shh.”

His face goes down on the bed and he pushes his ass back, squeezing my cock between his ass cheeks. I continue teasing him for a few minutes before it gets to be too much for me. I pull back and grab my jeans off the floor and remove a strip of condoms and a some small packets of lube from the front pocket. I toss them next to him on the bed.

He glances at them.

“Seriously? You think you’ve got enough, old man? How many times do you think I’m gonna let you do me for a measly two hundred bucks? And no offense, but with your age, I doubt you’ve got a second round in you until tomorrow sometime and I’ll be long gone by then.”

“I’ve got plenty in me, you little shit.”

I roll a condom over my dick and squeeze lube on my fingers. When I lightly circle his asshole with my fingers he jumps.

“That tickles!”

I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. I disguise it as a cough.

I don’t take a lot of time prepping him, just a couple of fingers fucking his ass for a few minutes. He seems eager so I squeeze lube on my dick and grip his hips and line up. I don’t hesitate before I’m slowly pushing the head of my cock inside.

While waiting for his body to relax, I say roughly, “Don’t touch your dick. Don’t grind against the bed. You don’t cum. Got it?”

“I didn’t come here just for you to get off.”

He tries to turn to look at me, but I use my left hand to push his face back on the bed.

“You can’t cum until I say so.”

I think I hear him mumble “dick wad” but I can’t be certain. Either way, it helps take away the sudden urge to get inside him in one thrust – for a few seconds anyway.

Flashback Friday #1: Taking Lance (Part 1)

Taking Lance (#1) is .99 at Smashwords until the end of July! You can find the link here.

Special Note: All books in the Taking Lance series will be combined into one large edition in the coming months, a few weeks after the finale, Finding Alex, is published.

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For my first Flashback Friday I thought I’d go back to where it all began. Taking Lance was my first published story.

The first in the series, it introduces the reader to Rick Preston and Lance Scott. If you’re not a fan of substantial age differences in books, main characters having sex with others on-page, or stepparent and stepchild relationships, this won’t be for you. It is bi-erotica and Rick is openly bisexual and has sex with both males and females on-page.

A special thanks to Kazza at On Top Down Under for allowing me to steal the Lance photo. 😉 Check out her NSFW review.

The excerpt is NSFW and pure erotica. I guess you can say that this is the scene that sets things up for Rick and Lance later. 😉

 

Blurb –

Forty-year-old Rick, who is bisexual, had to marry a woman or lose a large inheritance from his homophobic father. The marriage is loveless and practically sexless, but he plans to stick it out just long enough to collect his cash. Horny and frustrated, that changes when Rick meets his wife’s eighteen-year-old son, Lance.

Rick and Lance’s story is continued in Keeping Lance, part 2 of the series.

Excerpt –

I wait until Jenna is asleep and quietly make my way to the outside of Lance’s bedroom door. The door that is conveniently cracked open a few inches. Lance is sitting on the side of the bed facing me, though he’s not aware of that fact. His pants and underwear are at his ankles and Mandy, fully dressed, is on her knees with her back to me, taking his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands are stroking the few inches of his dick that won’t fit. From where I’m standing, I can tell his cock is at least seven inches, and thick. His hands are in her long hair and his eyes are closed as he slowly fucks her mouth, moaning, his hips lifting off the bed with each forward thrust of his dick.

I don’t stop to think. All I can see is Lance’s cock going in and out of Mandy’s wet mouth and I know I have to have my own relief right then. I’ve been so horny since he started living under my roof and I know I can’t let this moment go to waste. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m pushing the door open a little more and my pants are unzipped and my aching cock is in my hand. I’ve been leaking precum since I watched Lance and Mandy in the car. There is more than enough lubrication for me to stroke myself as I watch Lance getting a blow job from his new girlfriend.

Never taking my eyes off of Lance’s dick as it moves in and out of Mandy’s mouth, I start to stroke my cock, my hand twisting at the head with each upward stroke. Making a fist, I fuck my hand quickly, my eyes never leaving the sexy boy in front of me. I must have moaned, or the wet sounds coming from the door alerted Lance to my presence, because he opens his eyes and looks right at me, my cock jacking my hand the whole time. I almost stop and back out of the room but I am right there and I can’t force myself to move. The look on his face registers surprise at first, but then he surprises me by moaning louder and fucking Mandy’s face harder and faster, his eyes never leaving mine. That’s all it takes for me to cum hard in my fist with a quiet groan, Lance watching me the whole time. When I put my hand to my mouth and lick off my release, he jerks forward, and with a loud groan, cums down Mandy’s throat.

Knowing it is time to take my leave, I back away from the door, with one last look at Lance. His softening cock is now lying on his thigh and Mandy is moving to stand. His eyes never leave mine until I am completely out of his sight.

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Quickie ‘Willy #5’ Excerpt

First things first…

I’ve never screamed so loud during a football game and Alabama has had a lot that came down to the final play. It’s a good thing I have a strong heart. Good Lord, that was one hell of a game.

Until next year. 🙂

#RollTide #NationalChampions #17

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, how about a quickie Willy scene from (still untitled) Willy #5?

To set the scene, Dylan (the MC of the story) has asked Randy to come see him in Mistletoe Hill because he needs help with something. Dylan and Randy go way back but this is the first time Dylan’s ever met Willy the elf. Note that this is unedited and the wording will likely change a little before the book is published in early November.

If you read Barry the Lonely Reindeer & His Bashful Elf, you’ll remember Dylan as being Mrs. Claus’ date (though I use that word lightly) at the annual Christmas party.

I let go of Randy’s hand and reach over and shake Willy’s much smaller one.

“Nice to finally meet you, Willy.”

“You have sex with that haggy ho?” he asks without preamble.

“Willy,” Randy hisses.

The elf looks up at him with his hands on his hips.

“What? He was her date, wasn’t he?”

“Uh, no. I did not have sex with that, what was it you called her?” I respond, trying hard not to laugh.

“Haggy ho. She’s an old hag and she’s a ho. Haggy Ho.”

“What Willy is trying to say,” Randy interjects, calling my attention back to him, “is that he’s run out of mean names to call her so he’s making them up as he goes along now.”

“Pfft! There’s an endless list of names to call her. This just happens to be my latest one.” He looks closely at me. “You didn’t have sex with her?”

“I most definitely did not. I was only there for reasons I’d hoped to talk to Randy about.”

“Good enough. You’d have caught a disease or something so that was smart on your part, though being seen with the bitch surely didn’t win you any favors.”

I take a step back when Willy tries to stand on his knees on the high stool and look over the bar. Randy barely catches him before he takes a tumble to the hardwood.

“What are you doing, elf?” Randy asks, sounding exasperated and humored at the same time.

Willy motions up and down my body.

“I see the front. I want to see if the rear is as nice to look at. I thought it would be rude to ask him to turn around. Well, I saw his rear at the Christmas party but he was wearing a suit. Asses look hotter in jeans and, well, Dylan’s wearing tight ones and-”

“Willy.”

He looks up at his reindeer.

“What?”

“Stop making the man uncomfortable. Not to mention that you shouldn’t be telling total strangers that you want to see their butts. It could get you arrested or worse.”

Willy’s eyes go to slits before he turns back to the bar with a pout.

“I was just curious is all,” he says softly, his little elf lip poking out. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with wanting to look at nice things.”

So, as you see Willy’s still his pervy little elf self. I wrote a little on the story while I was out of town. I was literally in bed with the flu when Willy started ‘talking to me’. That’s the way it always works. The story slams into me at the worst possible time. Thankfully, I jotted down some notes and was able to write some when I started feeling a little better. I’m really hoping to get this particular story written early in the year so I have the rest of the year to clean it up. But then again, I’ve said that with the past three stories too and we see how that worked out. *snort*

I’m home now but I really wish I was back out of town with my husband. That’s the longest I’ve ever been away (4 weeks). Normally I’m the worst about planning everything down to the final detail. I don’t do last minute – ever – and when I go on a trip I have to plan it WAY in advance. With this trip, I just went with the flow. It was really nice. I wouldn’t have left when I did if I wouldn’t have had to. I needed to come home and start being a responsible adult again, even if I really didn’t want to. 🙂

That’s it for now. I’m going to try to do more posts in 2018 than in years past. There will be excerpts, quotes, and even a giveaway or two. Next week I may add an excerpt from Finding Alex, that I promise will be published soon. It’s long been finished. Maybe I’ll even add the cover and blurb. I don’t think I’ve done that yet.

If there’s anything else you guys want to see let me know. I’m determined not to disappear so much in 2018. I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with me.

I hope everybody is doing well.

Until next time,

Candi

 

Barry the Lonely Reindeer & His Bashful Elf – Up for Pre-Order! – & Excerpt

Barry the Lonely Reindeer & His Bashful Elf is now up for pre-order on Amazon! It will officially be released on November 1st. All the players from past stories are back in all their glory, including Willy the elf who has a few issues with Barry’s ex. It’s never a good idea to call Willy the Chief’s little guy. 🙂 Check out a quickie and unedited excerpt with Willy and Mrs. Claus at the bottom of this post. I’ll add one with Barry and Ricky soon.

Thank you to everyone who has embraced my kooky version of the North Pole and who continue to ask for more. I hope you enjoy Barry and Ricky’s story.

 

Barry the Lonely Reindeer & His Bashful Elf (Willy the Kinky Elf & His Bad-Ass Reindeer, #4)

From the world of Willy the Kinky Elf & His Bad-Ass Reindeer.

The North Pole isn’t exactly as it appears in fairy tales. It has the elves and Santa and his reindeer, but Santa and Mrs. Claus aren’t the jolly couple the world believes them to be. Far from it, actually. The reindeer are all shape-shifters who transform into gorgeous beings in human form and are respected by all.

Reindeer Barry Simpson leads a simple life. He works, comes home, then does it all again the next day. Once upon a time, he was outgoing and social. That changed after he became involved with an abusive reindeer. It’s been a year since Barry ran and he’s finally getting over his fears, eager to start living again.

Ricky is a shy elf who blushes at every turn. One accidental touch and Barry’s convinced he’s finally met his mate. He’s never been with an elf before but he knows in his heart that this is the man he’s been waiting for.

Between meddling parents, an overprotective brother, and even a sad Santa Claus, Barry and his elf are pulled in several directions. When his abusive ex-boyfriend starts getting violent, Barry has to fight to protect not only himself but also those he loves, including his newfound mate.

Approximately 51,000 words.

Available for pre-order for November 1, 2017 publication.

Pre-order Links – Amazon | Kobo | iBooks |

Excerpt –

Together we walk along the sidewalk and down the streets of Santa’s Village, passing several people along the way. In front of the post office a group of elder elves separate for us to get through. I feel the same tingle in Ricky’s hand that I felt the first time we touched. I look down and can tell he feels it too.

We’ve not even walked a block when I hear Willy saying my name from somewhere behind us. We both stop and turn to look. Willy’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk, hands on his hips, yelling at Mrs. Claus.

“You can get your skanky ass out of my way.” He points in mine and Ricky’s direction. “Thanks to you I lost the reindeer.”

“Huh?” I ask just loud enough for Ricky to hear me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, elf, but you’re blocking the sidewalk,” Mrs. Claus growls. “Either get out of my way or I’ll move you myself.”

“Just try it with your bimbo stiletto self.”

She leans down and gets in his face.

“Or?”

“Or, or, uh, I don’t know, but I’ll think of something. Or Randy will. Barry almost got kidnapped!”

I raise a brow.

“You’ve lost your mind, little boy.”

“And now the reindeer who was trying to do it is long gone. I was close enough to grab his back hoof until you got in my way. Now take your fake eyelashes and silicone and go back to where you’ve been hiding.”

I want to laugh but I know better. Not at the attempted kidnapping if that’s what it was, obviously, but at tiny Willy’s threats.

“Willy?” I call out.

He waves a hand, dismissing me.

“I got this, Barry. Your butt head ex is probably in the next county now, though, thanks to fake tits McGhee here.”

“My butt head ex?”

“He flew down and had his front hoofs out to grab you. He saw me going after him so he took off like the wimpy ass he is.” He points at Mrs. Claus. “Then Stripper Pole Claus here got in my way and I missed my chance of whooping reindeer butt – again.”

“Uh, thank you?” I say, still trying not to laugh.

“Nothin’ to it.”

“You need to remember who you’re talking to, elf,” Mrs. Claus says through gritted teeth, calling Willy’s attention back to her. “I don’t care that you’re sleeping with Randy. I can still destroy you.”

“The only thing you’re probably still capable of destroying is that overused vag of yours.”

“Oh, shit,” I mumble.

Thankfully, Derek shows up out of nowhere and gets between the elf and Santa’s wife. 

“Mrs. Claus,” he says with a tip of his head. He gently turns Willy back toward the workshop. “Back to work for you. There’ll be other opportunities to kick reindeer butt.”

He doesn’t even attempt to hide his amusement. He sends a wave our way and the moment is gone. Willy is ushered back to work and Mrs. Claus stomps her six-inch stilettos and turns and walks the other direction.