NSFW Excerpt from Eros (Love Gods, #1)

Below is an excerpt from Eros, my Valentine’s Day story.

The excerpt takes place moments after Eros and Sy (aka Psyche) meet the first time in the story.

Two things about the excerpt –

  1. It’s NSFW, with a full on-page sex scene.
  2. Contrary to what one particular reviewer said way back when, there is zero cheating in this book, and Eros does NOT continue ‘fucking around with other guys’  – not my words – once he and Sy meet. The excerpt mentions it being Sy’s bachelor party. This little bachelor party is more of a joke than anything else. Saying more than that would give most of the plot away. Again, there’s NO CHEATING IN THE BOOK by any of the characters, main or secondary.

You can find Eros on Amazon here, in Kindle Unlimited and paperback.


Happy Valentine’s Day to those who celebrate, and a HUGE Happy Anniversary and Valentine’s Day to the love of my life, S!


Blurb –

Eros is the Greek 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 –

“Come here,” he ordered.

I fell to my knees.

Never one to play submissive, I was questioning the hold this stranger had on me. I’m kind of a big guy. I don’t come across as a sub in any way, shape, or form.

I’m the god of love and lust. I have men falling at my feet, not the other way around.

When his hands found my hair and he lifted my face so I could look into his light blue eyes, I no longer questioned anything.

“What’s your name?” he asked me, his fingers running through my long hair.


“Your real name.”


His brow went up, but he didn’t push. His left hand still in my hair, he slid his right one down to my chest, his fingers stopping to tug on my left nipple. My cock jumped, and I gasped before I could stop myself. I leaned into his hand. He let go of my nipple and continued his journey down my chest until he was touching the head of my dick that was trying its damnedest to free itself from the flimsy fabric. A fingernail rubbed across my piss slit and I groaned out.

“You don’t want to know my name, Eros?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I shook my head. Names don’t count in my business unless it’s couples I’m forced to bring together. I’m not a paid whore, but I’m known to take advantage when the opportunity presents itself. I’ve never been known for following the rules of my duties. If I want sex and a guy is willing, I’m not usually one to say no. I knew once this man was done with me, I’d never see him again. Why would I need a name? To call out when I jack off to the memory later? No. There wouldn’t be any jerk off sessions involving this or any other man. Names are personal. I don’t do personal.

“That’s okay. I know yours.”

His thumbnail continued flicking back and forth over my slit. When he pulled it away and sucked his thumb in his mouth, I almost shot all over his jeans.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

I stood up and pushed the g-string down my body, leaving my erect cock standing at attention. I took a step back and waited. Finally getting control of whatever hold he had on me, I motioned to his fully clothed body.

“Your turn.”

He kicked off his shoes, his blue eyes sparkling. When his hand went to the button of his jeans, I almost shooed it away and undid it myself. My dick was aching, harder than I can ever remember it being. It was wanting to feel the heat of a tight ass or the warmth of a mouth. I took my cock in my hand and he licked his lips as he slowly slid his zipper down.


With a grin, he shoved his jeans down, taking his boxer briefs with them, and kicked them to the side, leaving his long and thick dick on display.

“Your shirt.”

He slowly unbuttoned his blue shirt and tossed it with the rest of his clothes before leaning back in the chair again, his eyes never leaving mine. I crawled over his lap, my knees ending on each side of his thighs. I leaned down and slid my tongue back and forth across his lips. His hands came up and gripped my hips, attempting to pull me tight against him. My dick was inches from his, but I held my body back a little.

His mouth opened for my tongue and I dove in. The kiss felt familiar, like we’d done this before. For some reason, the way our tongues moved against each other and his moans in my mouth felt like deja vu. I knew I’d never laid eyes on him before this night, much less kissed or had sex with him. I may not remember details about all the fucks I’ve had over the years, but no way would I have not remembered every single detail of this particular man. Even if I’d only seen him in a crowd on the street, I’d remember.

When he again attempted to pull me down, I allowed him to. Our cocks were grinding against each other as he held me hard against his body, his hands on my bare ass. The heat of his erection had me almost coming before he even got inside me.

Inside me?

What the fuck?

I was about to pull back and let him know that I don’t bottom, ever, but then a finger rubbed across my asshole and I was lost. If he wanted to fuck me, I’d bend over for him right then and there.

My body pressed flat against him, as I ground my cock against his. Behind me, my legs were spread out, and my feet were on the floor. While he assaulted my mouth with his, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel his hands gripping my ass, guiding the movements of our cocks against each other. Awkwardly, one of his hands went to the floor, and he fumbled with something, never pulling out of the hot kiss. He mumbled something in my mouth, and I pulled back.

“Supplies,” he whispered.

I pulled farther back and he continued to dig through what I saw was the pocket of his jeans. It took a few seconds of fumbling before he came back with a condom and a mini tube of lubricant. I took both from him and after a bit of fumbling of my own, I somehow managed to roll the latex over his hard cock and to open the lube packet. I didn’t wait for him. I squeezed the lube into my hand and reached back and roughly shoved two fingers inside my asshole. I’d only been fucked a dozen or so times in my long life so it was tight, and I knew there would be pain when he entered. I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting his dick inside me.

I crawled off and got on my knees on the hardwood floor, my fingers continuing to fuck my ass. I looked at the man over my shoulder. His expression told me that he wanted it as bad as I did.

“Ready,” I murmured, though I knew I wasn’t even close.

He was off the chair and on his knees before I finished speaking. He grabbed the lube packet from the floor where I’d thrown it, and he lubed his fingers, and slowly pressed them inside my hole after pulling mine away. He started with one, but before long there were two inside and he was stretching me as he fucked my ass with his long fingers. When he hit my prostate I cried out. I shoved my ass back, practically begging him to take me already.

“You weren’t ready,” he whispered, his fingers still inside me.

“Now. Oh God, now,” I moaned.

He wasted no time getting in position. When I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, I tried to push back, but he held my hips still.

“No. We go slow.”

When the head eased inside, I flinched in pain and tightened around him. He softly rubbed my lower back until I relaxed.

“Okay?” he asked, his hands continuing to rub.

It still hurt, but I nodded anyway. It had been decades since my ass had been breached by anything other than my own fingers and a few select sex toys, so it took a while for me to allow him to keep going. He slowly pressed each inch of his long dick inside me until he was fully seated. I took deep breaths and waited out the pain. He made quick jabs with his cock, taking it slow until the pain eased and my body relaxed.

“Go,” I grunted out.

He did.

His fingers pressed into my hips, he started out fucking me slow, but slow disappeared quickly as he got into it. The head of his dick was hitting my prostate with almost every thrust, and I felt pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt in my long life. With his balls slapping my ass, I moved my body back to meet each thrust. My dick was bouncing with the movements of our bodies, but I didn’t touch it. I was making sounds I’d never made before, so lost in the sensations of the hard cock in my ass. A few minutes later, and with no warning other than a tingling in my balls, I was tightening around him and shooting my cum all over the floor without the aid of a hand. I howled out from the intensity of the orgasm. My vision blurred, and I felt as if I’d pass out. Moments later, his fingernails dug into my flesh, and he was moaning out as he emptied into the latex. He didn’t move for a few seconds. My head was down as I attempted to catch my breath, his softening prick still inside my ass.

What just happened? I’ve been around for thousands of years, but there had never been sex as exciting, as pleasurable, as what I’d just had with this total stranger. This stranger who felt so familiar to me, as if we’d been together dozens of times. Everything from his hands on my waist, his kiss, to the way he moved in and out as he took me. All of it was oddly familiar.

It scared the shit out of me.

I pulled away, ignoring the pain of his cock slipping out of my asshole. Still on my knees, I looked around the room for my clothes. I knew I had to get out of there. I was in the process of standing up when I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t go. Not yet.”

Rooted to the spot, I watched as he disposed of the condom and cleaned my spunk off the floor. I felt so vulnerable, a feeling I’ve never felt in my long life. When he was done, he sat back down in the chair and held his hand out to me. I allowed him to pull me back into his lap, his wet dick pressing against my ass. With his arms around me, he rocked me a little, which was a bit awkward at first considering he’s at least as tall as I am. His hand rubbed up and down my thigh and up to my chest. The tingling I had been feeling in my chest had intensified. It wasn’t a painful sensation, it was almost pleasurable, actually, but it was another first for me.

I reached a hand up and rubbed my chest, feeling the translucent bow and arrow that is forever attached to my body. I have carried this bow and arrow since my creation. The tingling I was feeling under the bow wasn’t exactly the same feeling I get when mates have found each other, and my job is done until my next assignment, but it was close. The only difference is that what I was feeling in this man’s lap was magnified by at least five-thousand compared to when I’m bringing the marks together. There was also a feeling of thousands of butterflies going crazy in my stomach, and I had an odd feeling in my heart. Before I had a chance to analyze why that was, his fingers outlined the bow across my chest, starting at my shoulders and going all the way down my chest. He continued until he had traced the entire outline with his fingers. I didn’t move a muscle.

“Nice tat,” he said, his fingers still touching the bow. “I don’t know how I didn’t notice it earlier.” He chuckled. “I guess I was too wrapped up in getting inside you.”

I froze. He could see it?

“Um,” I mumbled into his chest, “is your boyfriend around? Girlfriend?”

“Just you and me, Eros. There’s no one around here for miles. The first time I saw you-”

I looked up at him, cutting him off. “The first time you saw me?”

“Yes, I was inside Rocks a few weeks ago with my friends and saw you working the bar. The others were there to see the girls, but I obviously didn’t care about that. I wanted to be inside you the instant I saw you, but you disappeared before I had a chance to make a move. I had no idea I’d actually get you for my bachelor party after being told you didn’t do many private parties. How awesome is that? My jack-off fantasy here in the flesh.” He smirked. “Literally.”

I jumped up and scrambled to grab my clothes that were thrown while I was dancing.

Your bachelor party?”

He was out of the chair and had his hands on my shoulders before I realized it.

“Yeah, bachelor party. You were requested specifically after I saw you that night. I didn’t know all this would happen, but I had hoped.”

I pulled away and jerked my leather pants up, leaving the g-string where it had landed earlier. I grabbed my shirt with shaky hands and quickly put it on, not bothering to button it. I looked around for my shoes and was rushing to them when it hit. I turned back to look at him across the room.

I pointed at my chest. “You can see this?”

“Yes,” he answered like he was speaking to a child. “It’s a nice tat. Excellent work. I’d love to know who your artist is. I’ve been thinking about getting one, but nev-”

“Stop!” I screeched. “Where’s your fiance?”

“Out with her friends probably doing what I just did with you.”

Her? Are you kidding me?” I growled. “She’s not here? Anywhere?”

“Eros, calm down. She’s off having her own little party. She flew to Vegas. She’s not even in the same state.”

“There’s no one else? Here, I mean?”

He walked to me and stopped me with a look.

“What’s got you panicked? We’re miles away from anyone. There’s no one here but you,” he leaned in and kissed me, “and me. The guys and your girl left when they saw what was about to happen with us.” He turned away from me, walked to a window and motioned for me to follow. Pulling the curtain back, he pointed to the darkness beyond the window. The only light was that of the moon. “See, only two vehicles here, mine and I assume the other one is yours. There’s no one else. If you’re worried about Kay popping in, stop it. Again, she’s in Vegas. She knows I’m gay anyway.”

I could barely see the hoods of both cars in the poor light, but I didn’t see any others nearby.

That didn’t reassure me.

“You can see this?” I pointed to my chest again. “You’re not supposed to… unless… shit. I have to go.”

I rushed to the door, tripping over my shoes. I grabbed them and my jacket as I dug in my pocket for my keys. I rushed out the door without bothering to put my shoes back on or to button my shirt. My hands shaking, I started the car and was backing out before the man who’d just had sex with me was even out the door.

I drove several miles before stopping in an abandoned parking lot. I put my head on the steering wheel and took deep breaths, cursing the fates that brought me out tonight. Why now? I’ve been around for thousands of years.

Why fucking now?

The only way someone could see the bow, outside of the marks and other gods, would be if they were the one I’m supposed to be with. I’d heard stories about so-called destined mates my entire life, but I never took stock in it. Hell, I bring so-called destined mates together. It’s what I do. But there are millions of people on Earth. There are tens of thousands in Olympus. The odds are against gods coming in contact with their one, hence why we fuck around a lot. Look at Aphrodite. She’s been sleeping with guys since the dawn of time and she still hasn’t found her so-called one. She’s found hundreds of her so-called right nows, but not the real one.


Christmas In Holly Pines (Small Town Gay Romance) – Excerpt

Hello, all!

I hope you all are having a nice December. I’m so far behind on pretty much everything, but it’ll all come together. It usually does. 🙂

Christmas in Holly Pines was published on November 1st. I’ve published quite a few books over the years (the Willy series included), but I’ve never had the success that I’ve had so far with Holly Pines. Honestly, it surprised me. Not because I’m not proud of the book – I am – but because it was the first book I’ve published since the Willy series ended last year. It surprised me because it’s a Christmas story not set in my crazy version of the North Pole, and there are no kinky elves or shifting reindeer to be seen. 😉 There is, however, a small shout out to Randy.

Thank you to everybody who has bought or downloaded Christmas in Holly Pines so far. I held on to that story (well, 2 stories in one) for over 2 years. Jacob and Owen’s was written and polished approximately 2 and a half years ago. Only later did I add Dustin and Reese to the mix.

I also send a huge thank you to my best friend for encouraging me to publish it even though she hadn’t read it yet. Just knowing she had that kind of confidence in me and my writing means everything.

Below is a quick excerpt from Holly Pines. It describes the first time Reese Wells and Dustin Knight meet face-to-face. You can find out a little about how Jacob and Owen met in an excerpt that was published in October on On Top Down Under Book Reviews. You can find it here and Kazza’s review of the book here.

Excerpt –

I barely have time to react before Jesse’s yelling my name and running to me. I just manage to lift him up before I fall back on my ass.

“Reese, you’re here.”

“I am. You must be Jesse.”

“Well, duh. You’ve seen me a million times.”

“I’ve seen you exactly twice outside of pictures.”

“Yeah, same thing. Dad, Reese is here,” he calls out as he climbs down.

I look over, and I swear my heart stops. Dustin Knight is standing a few feet away. I take a step toward him, but Owen has other ideas. He nudges me to Jacob.

“This is Jacob Knight,” he gushes. “He’s mine, so hands off, little brother.”

“You’re so weird, Owen,” Jesse tells him.

“Nice to officially meet you, Jacob,” I tell him as I shake his hand.

“You too, Reese.”

Jesse grabs my hand and pulls me to his dad. “This is my dad, Doctor Dustin Knight.”

“Hello, gorgeous,” Dustin says with a grin as he takes my hand in his.

“Oh, my gawd,” Jesse blurts out. “You can’t be calling people that, Dad. This is Reese. He’s practically family. He might not want to stay if he thinks you’re a weirdo.”

I laugh and look down at the kid, my hand still in Dustin’s. “There’s not a person alive who doesn’t like being called gorgeous. And you’ve met Owen. You know I’m used to being around weirdos.”

“I resemble that remark,” Owen says from somewhere behind me.

“Let go of his hand, Dad. Geez. You’re embarrassing me in front of my new best friend.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” Dustin says, letting go of my hand, reluctantly, if his expression is to go by. “Go wash your hands for dinner.”

“You’re not going anywhere, are you, Reese?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He rushes off to do as he’s told.

“We’ll, uh, be somewhere,” Owen says, pulling Jacob with him.

“In the kitchen where dinner is?” Jacob asks him.

When they’re out of sight, I get a good look at Dustin. “Hey there.”

“Hey there, yourself.”

He surprises me by leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips. He’s smiling when he pulls back.

“I’m suddenly really wishing we’d met the first time without the others around,” he whispers.

“We have time, don’t we, Doc?”

“Yes, we do. Now let’s go to the kitchen before a certain little boy comes in and fusses at me for monopolizing his new best friend’s time.”

Blurb –

Holly Pines, Vermont, is a traditional small tourist town. In the off-season, there are fewer than two thousand residents. A snow skiing paradise, that number increases dramatically during the holidays. It’s been home to brothers Jacob and Dustin Knight their entire lives.

Being the chief of police in a busy tourist town makes it hard for Jacob to find the time to date. Dustin is bisexual and has plenty of options but no interest in anyone in town. He’s a single father who knows that anyone he brings into his world has to accept that he and his son are a package deal.

Owen Wells is a professional photographer who plans to snap a few shots of the Christmas lights on Holly Pines Bridge then be on his way. A matchmaking seven-year-old boy has other ideas. When unforeseen circumstances keep Owen in town overnight, sparks fly between the photographer and chief of police. Suddenly, Owen’s not so keen on leaving after all.

Reese Wells is a traveling nurse who never stays in one place for long. His older brother may have found love, but he has no plans to follow suit. That changes during a video call with Owen and young Jesse Knight. When the boy’s dad joins the chat, all bets are off. Reese is suddenly eager to take a trip to the small town of Holly Pines, Vermont.

Jacob and Owen’s relationship runs smoothly from the get-go. Dustin and Reese’s, not so much. Between a quick misunderstanding, a jealous nurse, a busybody teacher, and a less than maternal ex-wife, these guys have to work hard to become the family they desperately want to be.

Available from Amazon in Kindle Unlimited and paperback.

You can add it on Goodreads here.


In the event I don’t pop in again before the end of the month, I hope you all have the best of holidays and a very Happy New Year!

Until next time,