Thursday, September 23, 2010

In His Bed

In His Bed
AJ Hardcourt
Demanding Romance
Gay Contemporary
$2.00

In His Bed

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Jude Park has everything he’s worked hard to achieve. But something is still missing. He can’t move forward with his life without finding out if there is something more for him in Salt Lake City. Maybe he’s chasing a dream--a wet dream--but he has to see Rob Aspen.

Rob isn’t misreading the signals. But Jude is a temptation he shouldn’t want. Tell that to his body. Jude is hot, hard and hungry for cock. His tight ass and ripped body have Rob thinking reckless thoughts. How could he contemplating sex with his best friend’s son?

Excerpt:

Rob laughed. “So you want to hook me up?” What in the hell was he doing? Sweat trickled along Rob’s back and his nuts were pulsing beneath his swelling erection. Jude had changed from twink to hot college grad and Rob was more interested than he should be on just what Jude’s education included.

Damn, he did know. He’d been dancing around an unwelcomed attraction. Karen had noticed Jude’s crush a few years ago. Rob hadn’t been concerned. Jude was just discovering and accepting his sexuality. Naturally, he’d gravitate toward a man secure in his orientation. Hell, Rob sort of got off on Jude. The kid had been Rob’s shadow from the day he came out to Karen until he’d left for the university.

Jude wasn’t a kid anymore…and Rob wasn’t misreading the signals. Rob could see the maturity in Jude’s confident posture and hot fucking body. Jude’s sandy blond hair was cut close on the sides and left a bit longer on top. A faux hawk Rob wanted to fist his hands in as he ate Jude’s luscious lips. However, teasing…wanting…even thinking thoughts of Jude was playing with fire. Temptation he couldn’t touch, yet he hadn’t heeded his own good sense. He’d cracked the door with emails and late night phone calls.

“Rob?”

“Yeah, sorry.” He shook his head, shaking off thoughts of hard, hungry-for-cock college boys—Jude—with tight asses and ripped bodies. “I don’t think any of your friends are going to be interested.”

Jude clamped his teeth into his bottom lip. His intense blue-eyed gaze raked down Rob, leaving a sizzling awareness in its wake. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

Heat simmered in Rob’s chest. In a slow stretch, his cock hardened and his balls tightened. But he couldn’t want this, couldn’t risk destroying the two people who meant the most to him. “I’m flattered—”

“I was thinking we could hit the bars.”

Rob nearly choked on his breath. “The bars?”

“Yeah, this week. I’m home, need to hookup with old friends, and wouldn’t mind meeting a few new ones.” He set his beer on the counter. “I don’t know about you, but I need to get laid. Celibacy is for religious and ugly people.” He started out of the kitchen, leaving Rob speechless. “So are you still set up in the spare bedroom or are you in my room?”

Every fucking word out of Jude’s mouth had his dick jumping and his heart racing. “Your room?” Rob nearly swallowed his tongue. “No, not your room. I’m across the hall in the spare.”

“Great, then I’ll know where to find you if I have an emergency.”

“Huh?” Rob’s brain had short-circuited with talk of Jude’s room. He couldn’t squash the image of Jude in his bed.

“Resuscitation,” Jude said as he grabbed his duffel. “If you head to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.” He started up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Rob raked his fingers through his hair. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bars, hook-ups, and getting laid? What the fuck had happened to Jude? They weren’t pals, and didn’t party together. They weren’t like that. Sure, some of the emails lately had changed in tone, become…stimulating. Now Jude had all but asked for mouth to mouth. Christ that thought had him hot and aching all over.

He glanced at the now vacant stairs. Jude had changed, but so had he. His feelings weren’t easy. They were complicated and intense and considering doing anything with Jude was impossible. Light spilled out from his open bedroom door. Rob kept the room across the hall. He lived an hour south and worked five minutes from Karen’s house. When he was on call, staying here was more convenient.

But not with Jude home. Not with the forbidden sensations rioting through his body. Rob could admit, deep down, where only he knew, he wanted Jude, wanted to top him, cramming him full of cock. Not always. There was a time when Jude was simply Karen’s boy and he’d been blessed to have a hand in watching him mature into an intelligent handsome young man. Then he’d gone away to school. When he returned on that first break, Rob’s saw the man—not the boy. Horrified, he’d buried his needs, swallowed the lust and focused on friendship. Not that it helped. He’d still wanted to fuck his best friend’s kid. He’d felt like a fucking perv. A growl rolled from his chest. Now, in a few hours, Jude had uncovered that dirty little secret. It was a game. And Jude was playing. Question was, would Rob?

A few minutes later, Rob checked the doors, shut off the lights and headed upstairs. The door to Jude’s room was ajar. Only a dim light filtered from within. He paused, wanting to turn away, but desperate for a glimpse. A shiver of apprehension crawled over his flesh. His breathing grew shallow. His bare feet froze to the floor.

In the reflection of the mirror, he watched Jude strip out of his shirt. Hard lines carved his corded abdominals. Saliva flooded Rob’s mouth and his dick jerked. Simmering heat in his balls boiled over and his cock head began to leak within his jeans. Jude had filled out. Gone was the twenty-ish twink replaced by strong shoulders and a dusting of hair across the contoured planes of his pectorals. More slightly curled hair trailed down his flat tempting stomach and swirled around his navel. Rob would dampen those hairs with his kisses and dip the tip of his tongue into the small recesses as he tasted lower on course to Jude’s cock. His belt was unbuckled and the black band of Jude’s underwear peeked out from the undone button of his jeans.

Rob quietly shifted his stance, cupped his dick and pressed into his palm to ease the ache. But the heat in his groin smoldered. His hands trembled. Rampant beats of his heart droned out the voice in his head that should be telling him to turn away rather than feed into the fantasy. But lust controlled him, claimed him and his eyes slid closed.

Rob’s mind filled with the image of Jude dropping to his knees and parting those full wide lips. Rob could almost feel the head of his cock pillowed against Jude’s hot, wet tongue. A shudder ripped through him and his breathing grew heavy. Suddenly he realized he was stroking his shaft through the denim of his jeans. His eyes snapped open. His gaze darted into the room…and locked with Jude’s.

“Fuck.”

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Into The Flames

Into The Flames
Morgan Lee
Demanding Romance
Gay Contemporary
$1.50

Into the Flames

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Gabe Moretti is reckless and daring. But Captain John De Luca isn't interested in hot as hell firefighters who charge into flames…regardless that it was to save his sorry ass. Only Gabe isn't as rash as John believes. His motivation for risking his life is personal…sexual. He's fallen for the captain and sets out to convince John that some chances are worth taking.

Excerpt:

The rig rocked to one side and four tired firemen braced for the last corner before their destination. Station 116 came into view and Captain John De Luca risked a glance across the rear of the cab. Gabe Moretti grinned from ear to ear, adrenaline still pumping through his veins as he leaned toward the others and shouted to be heard above the traffic and the roar of the engine. The high of saving a life took a while to wear off, sometimes days or weeks.

Gut churning, John turned away as Peterson swung Big Red into the station. John didn’t wait for the truck to slow, but jumped off and headed for his office. He slammed the door and chucked his helmet on the couch where he’d spent most of his time sleeping since Gabe transferred from unit 211 three months ago.

He took two steps into the room, stopped then turned and wrenched the door opened again to bellow, “Moretti, get your ass in here.”

Shucking his coat, John sent it the way of his helmet and waited on the other side of his desk. He’d take care of his equipment later, after the paperwork was done.

“You wanted to see me, Captain?” Gabe sauntered through the door and flopped into one of the two chairs opposite John as if he owned it and the rest of the world. The grin hadn’t left Gabe’s face, and the dimple in his left cheek made him look younger than his twenty-six years.

Taller than John by several inches, slender yet built with the strength of two men, Gabe had curly black hair and blacker eyes that held a perpetual twinkle of mischief. His skin, smooth and golden, glistened with the fine sheen of sweat that John wanted to lick. A black smudge streaked his cheek, and John’s thumb itched to wipe the soot from Gabe’s face. To trace the fullness of his lower lip. To dip his tongue past it and into Gabe’s mouth for a taste.

But John had bigger problems than the lust he’d been denying. Would go on denying. Lust led to other feelings that John refused to feel. He settled into his chair and hardened himself against emotion. I won’t lose another man on my watch.

He lifted his gaze to Gabe’s. “I’m writing you up for failure to follow procedure.”

The smile melted from Gabe’s face and the sparkle in his eyes dulled. The leg draped over the arm of the chair dropped to the floor, and he sat up straight. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“You know better than to go charging into a three alarm fire without clearance.”

Gabe shot out of his chair and planted both hands on the desktop, towering over John. “You bastard. I saved your fucking life.”

“And you could have gotten yourself killed doing it. There are reasons for procedure and while you’re in this unit, you’ll damn well follow them.” John slowly rose to his feet and leaned forward until he was nearly nose to nose with Gabe, close enough to smell his cologne under the acrid scent of smoke. John ignored the tightening of his balls and the slow stretch of his cock. “Pull another bonehead rookie mistake like you did today and you’re gone.”

The tick in Gabe’s jaw spoke of the barely contained control simmering inside him, and John wondered if the passion Gabe exhibited on the job and in his interaction with the other men spilled into his bed. His gaze fell to Gabe’s mouth again. All he had to do was eliminate the few inches of space between them to find out.

John straightened and grabbed a folder from his inbox. “Now go get cleaned up.”

Pushing off the desk, Gabe snorted. “Fine, write me up.” He strode to the door and paused, his hand on the knob, eyes narrowed. “But just so you know. I’d do it again.”

With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

John slumped into his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. He felt like a total dickhead. Gabe had saved his life and he was reprimanding him for not following procedure. How fucked up was that?

Everyone had cleared the building but John. He’d been trapped on the third floor unable to get to a window or the door to the stairwell open. He’d radioed his position and the chief was putting together a squad, but Gabe had rushed in alone and without clearance. The whole thing happened so fast, no one knew he’d even entered the building until he cleared the blockage and pulled John out. Damn fool could have been killed en route and no one would have known he was even missing until it was too late.

John was grateful. Hell, he didn’t want to die. But Gabe’s actions were the same careless and irresponsible kind that had gotten Adam killed. Losing Adam had just about done John in. They’d been friends since the academy and later lovers. But Adam was reckless, impulsive. He never thought before he plunged headfirst into danger.

In that regard, Gabe reminded John of Adam. Fuck. Why did he fall for the wannabe heroes?