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Happy Anniversary to Me! Freebies, Excerpts

Happy anniversary to me!

I can’t believe it’s been three years since I took a chance and published Taking Lance. Oh, the fear I felt that day! I was so lost. Publishing was brand new to me and I admit to being really clueless. I set up a profile on Smashwords and went through the process of getting ready to hit ‘publish’. I hovered over that button for a long time before I finally got up the nerve to do it.

What if nobody read it? What if they did and hated it? I was shocked when not only did a lot of people read the book but they gave me great feedback. After that came Keeping Lance and the others in the series, on top of the other books I’ve released since then. The fear never goes away, no matter how many books I publish. I have come a long way in three years but I believe I’ll always have those nerves when I put a new story out in the world.

The best part of being an author are the people who read my books. You guys are what keeps me doing what I do. I’m following a dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember and it’s all because of you wonderful people. πŸ™‚ You know I adore you all.

Now that all the sappy stuff is out of the way, how about a giveaway? I’ve made Taking Lance – because it’s the book that started it all – free on Smashwords and Payhip until April 12th. If you’re not familiar with Payhip, it’s a great publishing platform that’s more author friendly than the others. I’ve never bought from there but the feedback I’ve received from readers has been promising. If you have a problem getting the book (s) from either site let me know and I’ll get you taken care of.

But wait, there’s more! *snort*

Because a lot of my readers have already read Taking Lance I’m also making Just Friends, my newest release, free until the 12th too. If you don’t read bi or gay romance/erotica, shoot me an email and I’ll send you my het story, My Son’s Girl & My Son’s FriendsΒ via email, or an ARC of My Father’s Wife, that’s yet to be published, in the format of your choice.

 

Below are the coupon codes for each story:

Taking Lance
Payhip –Β 5Q5W8JPUHK
Smashwords –Β HZ83D
Just Friends
Payhip –Β 160IRCGNJ9
Smashwords –Β EK38K

You can get one or both. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ The coupon codes must be added at checkout on both sites or the books won’t be free so don’t forget to add them.

How about an excerpt from Rick and Lance’s upcoming wedding? It’s actually a story in itself so it’s a bit long. If you’ve followed the series to now you already know Lance and Rick’s personalities so what happens in this excerpt won’t surprise you much. πŸ™‚ The title is my working title and subject to change. In all honesty, I’m not a fan of the working title but it fits with the series so it may stay as is.

Below Rick and Lance’s excerpt is one fromΒ Finding Alex, the final story in the series.

Both excerpts are unedited and subject to change slightly. They’re also naughty, meaning NSFW if somebody is reading over your shoulder.

~*~

Marrying Lance

This takes place literally minutes before Rick and Lance are supposed to say their vows. It’s told in Lance’s POV.

~*~

Lance

I take one last glance in the full-length mirror before turning to pour myself a glass of champagne from the bucket on a nearby table. Alex and Dean thought of everything. Rick and I had originally planned to get married in the Caribbean. That changed when gay marriage became legal all over the United States. Instead of flying off somewhere and expecting our friends to do the same, we’ll be saying our vows in the gardens of Alex’s old home. The house has sat empty since Alex and his wife Vanessa divorced a few years ago but the gardens and grounds have been meticulously maintained. Alex’s ex tried to take it in the divorce settlement but good attorneys kept it in the Langdon family. Eventually, Alex will sell. Dean has made his feelings known about the house his partner once shared with his wife. It was willed to Alex by his paternal grandfather so I’m sure his father won’t be too keen on seeing it sold to someone outside of the family. I’d hazard a guess that Alex doesn’t give a shit what his father thinks. The elder Langdon is the reason Alex stayed in the closet for forty-five years and was married to a woman for ten of them. When Dean came into Alex’s world he knew he’d been hiding long enough. His then-wife was doing everything in her power to publicly destroy him but he managed to come out on his own terms with Dean by his side. Of course, not everything ran smoothly after that announcement but the two men have weathered the storm and are stronger because of it.

I walk to the balcony of the master bedroom suite and look out over the grounds where I’ll legally become Rick Preston’s husband in a matter of minutes. The actual ceremony will take place inside a small gazebo that’s several yards to the right of the balcony. It’s covered in flickering white lights and there are lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Not too bright, not too dark. Brightly colored flowers were brought in to complement those naturally grown in Alex’s former back yard and are placed throughout the small area where the vows will be spoken. A narrow aisle runner leads from the gazebo down to a covered area where I will start my trek to the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with. Tables are set up in the gardens with champagne, soft drinks, and finger foods for the few invited guests. A half dozen stone benches blend in with the landscape and complete the look. There are more lights strung around the area and candles and lanterns in place, along with solar lights. It’s not exactly lit up like a runway but it’s bright enough where everything and everyone can be seen clearly.

The actual reception won’t really be a reception at all. It’s a special dinner that will be held inside the formal dining room of the house shortly after the ceremony itself is complete. Along with a small wedding cake, there will also be a two-layered chocolate cake to honor my twenty-second birthday. I fought it but Rick insisted that just because we’re getting married doesn’t mean my birthday is any less special. Only those closest to us were invited to our nuptials so there will be no crowd or strangers to fake small talk with. The entire setting is decorated simply and tastefully. Everything is exactly as Rick and I asked, right down to the brand of champagne and the carefully selected dinner menu.

It took us long enough to get here.

Four years of drama from my family and a lot of other obstacles thrown in our path. But we’re here now, better than ever.

Instead of uncomfortable tuxedos, we agreed to wear black slacks and white long-sleeve shirts. No ties and no uncomfortable shoes. Rick got a haircut but insisted I get nothing more than a trim. He’s always wanted me to keep my black hair almost to my shoulders. Not that I mind. One of my favorite things in the world is when Rick wraps my hair around his hand as he’s fucking me hard from behind.

Off to the side, I see my old friend, Mandy, and her soon-to-be husband, Jonathan, sitting on a bench. Wearing a silver, shimmery dress that comes to just above her knees, Mandy is a beautiful woman. Her dark brown hair is hanging loose down her back and she’s wearing two-inch heels, much shorter than her usual stilettos. I smile when I see the small bump that tells me that I’ll be an adopted uncle in only a few months. The pregnancy wasn’t planned but Mandy has never been happier. She met Jonathan a few years ago and they’ve been planning a wedding almost ever since. Mandy played a big part in Rick and my early days and even helped us get together in a round about way. We became friends when I was eighteen and have been close in the four years since. She was my fake girlfriend when I wasn’t out to my mother and was there when I finally got the courage to come out to her.

My eyes scan the area and stop on two of our friends, Travis Jordan and Marc Parker. Travis is laughing at something and Marc is looking at him as if he hung the moon. I smile because I know only a few short months ago neither man had a whole lot to smile about. I’m thrilled to see them happy. I still find myself amazed that any anger I felt toward Marc has long disappeared. I even consider him a friend, though Travis and I are closer. We clicked over a huge argument about Marc in Alex and Dean’s penthouse a few months ago. The argument opened the door and it didn’t take long before we discovered that we have a lot in common. Outside of Rick and Marc anyway.

I lean against the railing as I look at the wedding decor, though the flowers give the area the best backdrop. Only close family and friends were invited to our nuptials. Marc and Travis, Alexander Langdon and his partner, Dean Collins, and Mandy and Jonathan, and the wedding photographer and officiant, of course. My father was invited but he’s not expected to show. He’s never had an issue with me being gay but his second wife hasn’t exactly rolled out the red carpet for me when I’ve gone to visit. She’d never say anything to me about her feelings but it’s obvious what her true thoughts are when I’m around.

I scan the area again and see Rick standing alone against a tree with a beer in his hand. There are lights nearby so I can see him clearly. He’s far enough back where he can’t be seen by the guests unless somebody’s looking. I’m thankful that man belongs to me. With his salt and pepper hair and brown eyes that look at me as if I’m the most precious person in the world, I can’t imagine my life without him. I almost close my eyes and turn away. It was decided that we would do the traditional ‘not see each other on the day of the wedding’ thing. It was my idea but I’ve been regretting it since we parted last night. He spent the night at our house. I stayed with Alex and Dean where they and Travis and Marc got me drunk off of tequila. Even so, I found myself reaching for him throughout the night and cursing myself for insisting on this silly tradition. I woke up with a hangover to end all hangovers but then I watched a private moment between my hosts and the hangover was forgotten.

For a little while anyway.

I know the moment Rick sees me on the balcony. He puts his beer on the ground and stands up straighter. I’m not surprised when he grabs his phone from his pocket and mine starts ringing shortly after. It’s bad enough we’re breaking the rule of not seeing each other, even if it is from a distance. I’ll be damned if we’re talking before we say our vows. I shake my head as my phone continues to ring in the room behind me. It stops ringing and immediately starts up again.

β€œNo,” I mouth to him.

He hits a button on his phone and mine stops. I smile – until he starts rubbing his palm up and down his dick with his other hand, a lewd grin on his face.

β€œPrick,” I mouth to him.

He nods but doesn’t move his hand. I look around but nobody is paying attention to either of us. When I look back at my man his hand is still grinding against the front of his pants.

My phone starts ringing again. I swallow the entire glass of champagne in one gulp before sitting the glass on the railing and walking in the room to grab my phone.

β€œStop it,” I growl into the phone. β€œAnybody could see you.”

β€œPut your phone on speaker or grab your wireless ear bud.”

β€œI can hear you fine.”

β€œI want your hands free,” he says back to me.

β€œWhy?”

β€œSweetheart, just do it,” he moans – yes, moans – into the phone. I’m watching him stroke his cock through his slacks as he’s talking to me. β€œThen take your dick out and let me see it.”

β€œNo. You’ll see it later.”

β€œI can’t wait that long,” he fake whines in my ear.

β€œI’m standing on the fucking balcony and anybody could look up and see me. I won’t be waving my dick around.”

β€œThat’s part of the thrill. Take it out for me, Lance.”

I roll my eyes and dig my wireless ear bud out of my pocket and turn on bluetooth so I can talk to him hands-free.

β€œWe can’t do this.”

β€œYes, we can,” he comes back at me. β€œWe can do whatever the hell we want to do. It’s our wedding.”

β€œWedding!” I hiss. β€œThat’s the keyword. The ceremony will be starting in a few minutes. We don’t have time.”

β€œMake time,” he says.

β€œI’m not taking my dick out, Rick.”

β€œYes, you are. Are you hard for me right now, baby?”

Uh, yeah.

The thought of jacking off on the balcony when people are only a few feet away and could look up and see got me hard as steel. Rick’s sexy sex voice in my ear doesn’t help.

β€œI’m not hard,” I lie.

β€œLiar. Take it out and move closer.”

β€œAnybody could look up at any minute. The wedding’s supposed to start in about five minutes.”

β€œForget all that, baby,” he murmurs in my ear. β€œIt’s just you and me right now.”

The gaps between the railings are only about four inches. If I do what he wants me to do I’ll have to get practically up against it for him to be able to watch.

β€œSomebody may see me,” I argue but my hand’s already on the button of my slacks.

β€œIf they do they’ll think it’s hot as hell and say I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet. Do it, Lance.”

I unbutton my pants and slide my zipper down over my erection. With one quick look around I stick my hand inside my black silk briefs and take my cock in hand. My eyes are on Rick as I squeeze the head before pulling it all the way out of my briefs. He groans in my ear when it’s exposed and I start stroking it.

β€œI shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper.

β€œYes, you should,” he whispers back.

β€œWe have to do it quick.”

β€œWe’ll cum together.”

β€œIf not-”

β€œWe will,” he interrupts. β€œI’ve wanted to be inside you since I left you yesterday.”

β€œTalk to me, Rick,” I whisper, my hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, using my pre-cum as lube. β€œTell me what you want me to do to you.”

I watch as he pulls his dick out of his pants, his eyes looking up at me. He waits until he starts stroking before speaking again.

β€œIt’s what I want to do to you, Lance. I want to lay you out on the bed and lift your lower body up with my hands. Your legs are over my shoulders as I slide my tongue up and down your crack.”

β€œOh, yeah,” I moan as I slide my cock in and out of my fist.

β€œAt first I tease, using my tongue everywhere except where you want it the most. You’re moaning and begging but I continue to drive you crazy. Only when it gets to be too much for you do I swirl my tongue around the bud of your asshole.”

β€œMmm…”

β€œUsing my thumbs I spread it open for my tongue to go inside.”

β€œGod, yeah.”

β€œI fuck your sweet ass with my tongue for several minutes before sliding a finger inside and moving it in and out.”

β€œI’m close, Rick. You better hurry,” I groan as I continue to fuck my fist.

β€œAlmost there, baby. I slide a second finger inside your ass. I know there’s a little pain from lack of lube but you encourage me to add more. When my cock is so hard I can’t take it anymore I pull my fingers out and get on my knees on the bed. Your legs are around me and you’re watching me as I line my dick up with your asshole.”

β€œHurry, Rick,” I repeat, knowing I’ll be shooting before he does.

β€œI enter you in one quick thrust. You groan out in pain but you get off on pain, don’t you, sweetheart?”

β€œYes,” I groan out as my dick unloads all over the balcony railing. β€œYou better hurry, Rick,” I repeat when I’m able to catch my breath.

β€œNot yet,” he says into the phone.

β€œShit. It’s all over my pants,” I grumble as I shove my cock back inside my pants and zip up. I manage to find a box of tissues and wipe my spunk off my hand. I try to wipe it off my slacks but end up making it worse by smearing it. I look over at Rick who looks like he’ll die if he doesn’t get relief for his aching cock soon. β€œWhose stupid idea was it to wear black?”

β€œYours, now help me, Lance. I’m dying here.”

β€œYou like watching me stroke my cock for you, baby?” I purr into the phone. β€œYou want to be inside me so bad right now.”

β€œGod, yeah,” he moans in my ear.

β€œBending over with my hands behind me spreading my ass cheeks for you.”

β€œMmm…” Rick groans in my ear.

β€œYou rub your dick up and down over my hole, teasing both of us.”

β€œOh, yes.”

β€œThere are a lot of people around watching like they did in the bar bathroom last week but you don’t care because you know my ass belongs to only you.”

β€œYes…”

β€œLet me see how hard you are for me.”

Rick’s leaning against the tree stroking his cock, his eyes on me. He’s too far away to see clearly but I can picture in my head the glazed look in his eyes that he gets when he’s close. He wants to cum so bad he’s aching.

β€œOnce you get inside my ass you don’t stop to wait for me. You’re so turned on you have to pound me hard because you want to cum inside my ass so bad.”

β€œShit, yeah.”

β€œYou like being watched, don’t you, Rick?” I purr into his ear. β€œIt makes you so hard knowing other men are watching you fuck me.”

β€œYes…”

Watching Rick jack off, even from a distance, still drives me wild. I feel my cock starting to harden again but round two isn’t part of the plan. I know I’m about to be a dick but it won’t be the first time. And he did intentionally start this knowing I’d be in a mad rush to get cleaned up for the ceremony.

I grin and stop talking for a few seconds, just listening to him breathing heavy in my ear. Then, because I’m a total asshole, I look over the railing until I spot Alex standing with Dean several yards away. Rick’s eyes are closed now so it’s doubtful he’s paying attention to anything other than his dick and my voice in his ear.

β€œHey, Alex,” I call out.

β€œWhat are you doing?” Rick asks, his voice strained.

β€œOh, hey, Lance,” Alex calls back. β€œYou have everything you need?”

β€œI do, thanks. Have you seen Rick?” I ask him when he moves closer. I have to hold back to keep from laughing at my frustrated fiance. β€œHe is here, right? I mean, it would be pretty embarrassing if I got left at the altar.”

Alex chuckles.

β€œHe’s here somewhere. He wouldn’t miss this for the world. You’re not supposed to see him anyway.” He looks at his watch. β€œIt won’t be long now. You ready?”

I glance at my crotch and back to Alex who’s now directly under the balcony.

β€œI will be.” I look over at Rick again, who’s grumbling in my ear and furiously stroking his dick, trying hard to reach the finish line. β€œOh, there he is.” I point in Rick’s direction. β€œUnder that tree.”

β€œDamn it, Lance,” Rick growls as he shoves his cock inside his pants a split second before Alex looks his way and starts walking toward him.

β€œI told you we didn’t have time, baby,” I say into the phone, grinning from ear to ear. β€œSee you at the altar.”

He’s still grumbling when I hear Alex greeting him.

β€œLove you,” I say with a grin before hitting the button to end the call.

I am so going to be paying for this when the ceremony is over.

My grin disappears when I look at the white spot on my slacks.

β€œShit.”

~*~

 

Finding Alex

This takes place a few minutes after Alex and Dean met, roughly 5 years before the here and now, and is told in Alex’s POV. It should also be noted that select parts have been removed on purpose because they’re slight spoilers.

~*~

“If you have something to say, spit it out or leave. You’ve made it clear that you know who I am. I don’t like being played and if it’s your intention to expose me the least you can do is tell me why and who the hell you are.”

He shook his head.

“I wouldn’t expose you. Once upon a time somebody shared my secrets and it set me on what could’ve been a bad path. I have no desire to do that to anybody else.”

“You bumped into me for a reason. Our meeting wasn’t accidental.”

“You’re right, I did,” he said as he removed his leather jacket and tossed it on a chair in the foyer. “As soon as I saw you in person I wanted you. The other stuff doesn’t matter right now.”

I was leaning against the wall with my arms crossed wondering if I should go through with it. God knows I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone else in my forty-five years.

“It matters to me. Who are you?” I asked him.

He removed his shirt and placed it on his jacket.

“I told you my first name,” he said as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down.

I refused to look anywhere but his face.

“I’m asking again and if you don’t give me a straight answer you can leave. Who are you?”

“Dean Collins. No middle name.”

I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach.

“I can see you know the name, Mr. Langdon.”

In that moment it was as if everything I’d worked for my entire life was about to go up in flames. All because I had to hit on a good looking stranger in a bar.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

He moved closer, so close the front of his body was mere inches from mine. I was ashamed when my cock started filling at his nearness. His hand went between us and rubbed up and down my erection, his eyes on mine.

“This is what I want.”

I groaned at his touch. When his lips came to meet mine I hesitated for a split second before opening my mouth and taking his tongue inside and kissing him back. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against the front of my body. He moved his hand and ground his cock against me, pressing my body hard against the wall.

I summoned the will to push him back.

“We’re not having sex, Mr. Collins. I may’ve done some careless things over the years but I’m not stupid enough to fuck you. I won’t be used as your pawn in whatever you’ve come here to do.”

His hand went back to my cock. He continued to rub it as he looked at me.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Alex. And as much as you want to kick me out right now you won’t because you want me as bad as I want you. I knew it the instant you looked my way in the bar.”

I slapped his hand away from my dick.

“I didn’t know who you were at the bar or I never would’ve spoken to you.”

He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he repeated. “I’ll never even acknowledge that you and I have met.”

I looked into his eyes and saw no sign of deception but I was clouded by my want for the man. And oh how I wanted the man. He must’ve seen the moment I chose to take a chance because his mouth again met mine and his tongue shoved between my lips.

He groaned into my mouth before pulling back to remove his boots and socks and tossed them nearby. His jeans came next and he was standing there wearing nothing but a small hoop in his left ear. I saw a pearl of pre-cum on his dick and dropped to my knees to lick it off. Wrapping my fingers around the thick shaft, I took him all the way inside my mouth until he hit my throat. His hands went in my hair and stopped me before I could get too far into the blow job.

“Up,” he moaned, “and get undressed.”

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I rushed to remove my suit and tie. There was a little fumbling with cuff links but in no time at all I was standing naked in front of him. He reached for me again and I almost pushed him away. But then his mouth went to my neck and for the first time in my life I pushed the thoughts of my family, my wife, my career… all of it… out of my head. Every time I hooked up with rent boys it was in the back of my mind that it would get out. And here I was with the one person who had the ability to ruin everything and I was standing naked with him inside my home.

~*~

I hope you enjoyed the excerpts. Release dates will be announced in the coming weeks.

Thank you to every person who has read my books. It has been a fantastic 3 years and I have all of you to thank for it. πŸ™‚

~Candi Kay

 

 

 

 

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Eros – Excerpt & Sale!

Eros, my gay contemporary retelling of Eros and Psyche’s love story, is now on sale at Amazon for .99. If you haven’t read it and want to now’s your chance to get it for half-price.

It goes back to the full price of $1.99 on February 1st.

Check out the blurb and excerpt below. The photos were my inspiration for the story. The blond (my Sy) is David Garrett, the famous violinist, aka one of the most beautiful men ever born. Really. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰

Eros is the god of love and lust. His only job on Earth is to bring couples together and shoot them with his magical arrows. If he occasionally hooks up with the guys first, what of it? He’s all about the lust thing, but love? Not hardly. Not after all the broken relationships he’s witnessed throughout his long, immortal life.

After four assignments that he nearly blows because he’s quicker to shoot his load than his arrows, Aphrodite gives him a final chance to prove himself. If he fails, he could lose his privileged position among the gods and be eternally banished from the planet he calls home. Confident in his skills, he isn’t overly concerned. That is, until he hooks up with the guy he’s supposed to shoot for his do-or-die assignment. In the eons he’s spent on Earth, he’s never felt this way before. Does he risk losing everything he’s ever known? Or does he fulfill his duty and walk away from the only love he’s ever found?

 

 

Excerpt

Still inside him, I bite his neck again and whisper, “Fuck you, you cheating bastard.”

I ease out of his ass and dispose of the condom on the ground. I’m pulling my pants back up when he turns around, his softened cock still exposed. He looks well and truly fucked.

“What are you talking about? Cheating? Who am I cheating on? Man, I’ve known you for a day.”

“Not me, asshole.”

I’m about to tear him a new one but then I remember that he can’t know that I know his story. Thinking fast, I remember the bachelor party.

“Bachelor party mean anything, jerk? You said Aslyn and I were hired for your bachelor party and you mentioned your future bride.”

He jerks his pants up over his hips but doesn’t zip them. He looks uncomfortable.

As he should.

“That party was scheduled a couple of months ago and the guys and I decided to just go with it. Having you part of it was a bonus. Aslyn is a lovely girl, but not exactly my type, if you get my meaning.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that-”

Something clicks in my little brain and I cut him off.

“How did you know I’d be at the bar tonight?”

He looks at me strangely.

“You sent me a text saying to meet you here.”

“No, I didn’t.”

He zips his pants and grabs my arm and shoves me, back first, against the building. He gives me a hard kiss before pulling back.

“Yes, you did. I was shocked that you sent the text after you hung up on me right before.”

“I did not send you a damn text.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and after fiddling with it for a few seconds, he shows me the screen. There’s a text message from my phone number telling him that I changed my mind and for him to meet me here. I look up at him.

“I did not send that.”

“Well, it says that you did, and who was I to say no to such a nice request? Granted, I asked you to meet me anyway so it worked out well I’m thinking.” He grabs his crotch.

“You accused me of being an overpriced hooker, dipshit, and then said I wasn’t worth the amount you paid when I’m not a rent boy.Β I shove him and point at his phone. “I don’t know what that is, but I damn sure didn’t send it.”

He grins.

“Liar. You couldn’t get inside me fast enough.”

“You cock blocked me with the twink. I was horny.”

“Uh huh.”

I check my clothes again and move him out of my personal space. My chest is tingling in ways I could never explain and I know I have to get away from him to try to figure it out.

“I want to see you again.”

“Not an option. You’re getting married and I don’t do the other man thing.”

“I’m not-”

I put my hand over his mouth to cut him off.

“I’m not anybody’s secret plaything.” I pull away. “Have a good life.”

I’m almost to my car in the parking lot when I hear him call out. I glance over my shoulder and he yells, “Sy. That’s my name. You know, for when you’re jacking off later.”

I flip him the bird and keep walking.

 

 

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