Hi guys! I just wanted to drop you a quick note and let you know my novella, GWM Wanted is no longer available for purchase at Loose Id. It will be re-released at some point in the near future, although I’m not sure of the exact date at this time. I’ll be sure to let you know more as plans come together.
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An Unedited Excerpt From Out With A Bang
One of the three M/M/M stories featured in Amanda Young’s upcoming release, Trio
After his classes on Friday, Brian grabbed a quick bite to eat and then hurried back to his dorm room. Excitement hummed through his veins at the mere thought of the night to come. A friend of a friend had invited him to a party at one of the most popular fraternity on campus. Actually, the guy was more like an acquaintance of an acquaintance since Brian had done very little socializing in the weeks since he’d arrived at school. He’d been much too busy familiarizing himself with the college campus and getting settled into his classes to do much else.
As a lowly freshman, and an introverted bookworm at that, he didn’t know why anyone had gone out of their way to make sure he attended, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was enough that someone had taken notice of him and decided he was interesting enough to warrant an invite.
He showered and kicked back on his bed with a text book with the intention of studying. He read the same page three times. With a sigh, he closed the book and pitched it onto his desk. There was no point in trying to read. His concentration sucked golf balls.
Giving up, he turned his focus on making sure he looked good for the party. He went through all the clothes hanging in his closet, struggling to figure out what to wear, and settled on tight blue jeans and a simple black T-shirt. The clothes weren’t fancy, but they fit him like a glove and showed off the burgeoning muscles he’d worked on building all summer. He twisted sideways and glanced at his butt in the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door. The back of his shirt reached the top of his jeans and the denim clung to his round cheeks like a lover’s hand. The outfit would have to do. He gave himself a nod of approval and headed out.
He arrived shortly after nine, as fashionably late as he’d intended since he didn’t want to look desperate. Anticipation hummed through his body as he walked into the fraternity and made his way directly to the kegs set up at the back of the living room. Some liquid courage was just what the doctor ordered. Socializing with virtual strangers still took a little work and the alcohol would help loosen him up a bit. He downed the first cup and immediately refilled it.
Glancing around the large room, Brian scoped out the crowd. Guys and girls stood in tight clusters around the room, talking and laughing, while others meandered in and out, or disappeared upstairs. Males outnumbered the females by three to one. Not bad odds for a lonely gay boy on the prowl.
He spotted a few people he’d seen around campus, but no one he knew well enough to identify by name. His curious gaze clashed with a few other inquisitive bystanders who were lingering around and he received a few nods and smiles. The simple greetings made him feel welcome and bolstered his confidence.
After finishing his second beer in short order, Brian refilled his cup a third time. He made a pass around the downstairs, through the living room and the billiards room, saying hello to people when an opening came his way. He ignored those who looked like trouble. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and yet there was already a drunk girl kneeling in the back corner of the billiards room, puking her guts out into what looked like a small trash can. He didn’t get close enough to see for sure. It might have been a potted plant for all he knew. He ended up standing at the back of the room, watching two hunky football players shoot a game of pool.
After a couple of hours and several more drinks, Brian was feeling no pain. He’d struck up a rapport with a couple of sophomores and their girlfriends, and shot the breeze with them for a while until a third girl came over to chat and started hitting on him. Although he didn’t want to alienate his new buddies, he had to fend off the unwanted advances. The blonde girl—Mindy or Minnie or something that started with an M—wasn’t unattractive; he just didn’t swing that way.
Unfortunately, he was so deeply entrenched in the closet that he was more than halfway to Narnia and he planned to stay that way for a while. The risk of losing financial support from his religious parents wasn’t worth the freedom of being out and proud. There would be plenty of time for that after he’d earned a degree and could support himself. In the meantime, he planned to spend his college career studying, making damn good grades, and quietly experimenting when and where he could. He’d already visited a local gay club that allowed people eighteen and up to enter, but he hadn’t gotten up the nerve to approach anyone.
It was a shame none of those guys at the club had been as aggressive as this girl. Then he might have stood a chance at getting laid.
Brian took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m flattered. Really. But I’m just not interested.”
“I’m gonna change your mind, sugar britches. Jus’ take me home with ya and I’ll rock your fucking world.” The inebriated girl staggered forward and grabbed Brian’s shoulder. The beer in her free hand sloshed over the rim of the cup and splattered the front of Brian’s shirt.
“Shit!” Brian lifted the wet cloth away from his skin and scowled at the mess. Looked like the party was over for him. No way in hell would he stay and wander around wet and smelling like a brewery. A first impression could only be made once.
“Oopsie.” The blonde giggled and ran a hot pink lacquered fingernail down the middle of Brian’s chest. “Guess you’ll have to lose the shirt.”
“For God’s sake, Mindy. Leave the guy alone.” Evan Stacey, college quarterback and all around big man on campus, strode up beside Brian and Mindy. He made a shooing motion with his hands. “Go hump somebody else’s leg. You aren’t wanted here.”
“Fuck you, Evan.” Mindy pouted and stormed away, dragging her two girlfriends and their respective boyfriends along with her.
Brian choked on his laughter. What Evan said was horrible, but funny. Mindy did kind of remind him of a bitch in heat, not that he would ever say as much. He glanced at Evan, taking in the man’s rugged good looks, and smiled. “That was kind of mean, don’t you think?”
“Maybe, but subtlety is lost on her.” Evan tilted his head to the side and seemed to study Brian. “I can call her back over here if you’d like.”
“No!” Heat rushed to Brian’s face at the realization of how loud he’d blurted that out. “No,” he repeated at a much lower volume. “That’s okay. I don’t need anything else spilled on me tonight. I already smell like I waded around in the keg.”
Evan leaned in closer and inhaled. “Mm. You smell just fine to me.” He exhaled and blew humid air over Brian’s neck.
“Thanks.” Brian shivered, while his mind raced ahead at the speed of light, pondering the possibly of whether Evan might be bent. What was the chance of Evan not only liking guys, but Brian in specific? His calculations pointed to zilch. Evan was hot, talented, and one of the most popular guys in school. He could have anyone he wanted. What use would a star athlete have for a puny freshman?
“If you want,” Evan said, “I can get you one of my shirts to wear.”
“Sure.” Brian loved the thought of wearing something of Evan’s. It was probably as close to skin to skin as he would ever get with someone so hot. “As long you don’t mind.”
“It’s no biggie.” Evan shrugged. “You want to follow me to my room? I’m sure we can find something in my closet that’ll do.”
Brian nodded, then stayed within touching distance of Evan as they made their way through the crush. They went up the stairs and a short way down the hall before entering Evan’s room through a door to the right. The space was plain, clean, and of average size. Even so, it was much nicer than Brian’s crappy dorm room – not that that was saying much. A postage stamp was bigger than his room.
He sat on the foot of the full size bed and watched as Evan sorted through the closet in search of something to lend. Although he tried not to stare, his gaze kept returning to the denim covered ass wiggling in front of him. Hell, he was only human. The butt beneath those snug jeans qualified as a work of art. He imagined dropping to his knees behind Evan, pulling the man’s pants down around his ankles, and sinking his teeth into that fine ass. Then Evan turned around and Brian got a vivid reminder that the front side of the guy was even better than the back. The large bulge behind Evan’s fly begged to be explored and lavished with attention. Brian’s mouth watered at the thought of servicing the football stud’s big dick.
Heat raced through Brian’s body and centered in his groin. His cock firmed up and pushed against his fly. He swallowed back a groan of discomfort and ignored the urge to adjust himself. He didn’t want to call attention to his little problem. If he didn’t get his mind out of the gutter, it wouldn’t stay little for long.
Evan pulled a black cotton T-shirt from its hanger. “This might be a little big, but I think it’ll work.”
Brian stood and accepted the shirt. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. I know how gross it feels to be covered in beer.”
“Yeah.” Brian tugged his shirt off over his head and used the dry back side to mop the extra dampness from his chest. “You can say that again.”
Evan made a strange noise—part cough, part groan—and Brian dropped the smelly shirt on the foot of the bed and glanced over. “You okay?”
“Huh?” Evan’s gaze lifted to meet Brian’s. “Oh yeah. My spit just went down the wrong hole.”
“I hate it when that happens.” As hard as Brian found it to believe, he was pretty damn sure he’d just caught Evan ogling his chest. He could play this one of two ways. Ignore the look or test the waters and see what happened. Fuck it. You only live once. “Do you always choke when you swallow?” There. That was kind of subtle. All right, not really, but he couldn’t be expected to come up with something scintillating when he was buzzing like a motherfucker and facing his first sexual encounter or his first ass-whooping. The way he figured, it could go either way.
He stood there for a beat, self-conscious and building apprehension by the truck load, while he waited for Evan to respond.
“Well, well, well…” A tall brunette guy walked into the room. “What have we here? Did you start the party without me, Evan?”
Brian frowned. What did the guy mean by that?
Evan shook his head. “No. Nothing like that, Casey. Brian here was just asking me if I like to swallow.”
The brunette—Casey, apparently—quirked one dark eyebrow. “Oh really?”
“That’s not exactly what I said.” Brian shook with nerves. Shit, he was dead meat. He should have kept his fucking mouth shut.
“He’s right.” Evan shrugged. “How did you put it?”
“It’s not important.” Brian looked from Evan to Casey, weighing his options. Both guys were bigger than him by several inches and who knew how much weight. The only difference was Evan’s build was bulky with muscle, while the other guy—Casey—seemed built more like a runner, with long, lean lines. He didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of winning a fight with them and he highly doubted his ability to sprint fast enough to make it down the stairs.
“I don’t know about that.” Casey closed the door and flicked the lock. “I can’t speak for Evan, but I’m very interested in hearing more.”
With his only avenue of escape blocked, Brian was fucked. “I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I was only joking around.”
“I don’t think so.” Casey moved closer, forcing Brian to step back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. “In fact, I bet you’re one hell of a little cocksucker.”
“I’m not— I’ve never—” Oh God. Brian’s stomach twisted. He was so going to die.
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Now, I’m thrilled to announce the winners. Drum roll please…
The 6″ Kindle goes to Kimberly Hilbert
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An autographed paperback (winner’s choice of title) goes to Donna M. Clark
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Hi there! My name is Eon de Beaumont and I’ve written my very first contemporary story for Dreamspinner Press. This post is part of a promotional blog tour I’m undertaking to celebrate the release of Rum & Ginger, The Connection: Book One. The story is very character oriented so I’m going to introduce you to each of the major characters in each of these blog posts and give you some background about how they fit in the world and how I came up with them. On to the post.
Chance Henry is the main character, Ben Silver’s, boyfriend. They’d gone to high school together but were never really friends. Where Ben was athletic and outgoing, Chance was bookish and solitary. Chance was also living with a secret, terrified of his overbearing father. Chance was gay. He and Ben found each other again in college and realized they had much more in common than they could have guessed. When they finished college, Chance with an IT degree and Ben with a degree in bar/restaurant management, they moved into Chance’s grandmother’s house. Chance and Ben maintain the façade of being just roommates for their families. Chance knows Ben isn’t happy about this but his fear of his father leaves him with no choice.
I knew a lot of guys like Chance in high school. They lived in the shadow of their parents’ expectations and they were miserable. Chance’s hang-ups are starting to take their toll on his relationship with Ben and when Ben finds out Chance has been working on a secret project, it only exacerbates things further. I thinks deep down Chance is a good guy and has the courage buried somewhere to stand up to the ideal he’s built for his parents but there are definitely some snags in the way. To find out what those are, you’re going to have to check out Rum & Ginger. I hope you like Chance because I have some plans for him, but you’ll have to wait and see about those.
The blurb I’m including here isn’t Chance’s intro scene but one that illustrates where Ben and Chance are at as a couple. Look for the blog post in which we discuss Ben elsewhere. You can connect with me on Facebook or follow my Twitter: @mascaraboy13 for updates and announcements. I hope you enjoy the excerpt and if you’re interested, there’s a buy link following. Thanks!
Ben Silver’s personal dream is to open the first gay bar in Liamsport, Pennsylvania. The town isn’t exactly open-minded, but that’s not why Ben stays in the closet. Chance, Ben’s computer nerd boyfriend, is deathly afraid of anyone finding out he’s gay. On a night out, Ben meets Brodie Felix, a younger, heavily tattooed bartender who lights a spark in Ben’s heart. Although the spark in his relationship with Chance has dwindled to almost nothing, Ben feels guilty for wanting to be single, for wanting another man, so he tries to forget about Brodie.
But when Ben discovers one of Chance’s own secrets, he’s forced to make a difficult choice.
On his own for the first time in his life, Ben can be open with his family and friends. Though honesty has its benefits, his life isn’t perfect. Ben’s circle of friends and family is growing. So is the spark between him and Brodie, and Ben hopes it will grow into a flame. His dream remains out of his grasp, but with a little help and a lot of work, he might yet serve his favorite rum and ginger ale at his own establishment, the first gay bar in his hometown.
Earlier Ben had run over to the liquor store on his lunch to get a couple of bottles of wine for his evening in with Chance. He whistled the theme song to Sanford and Son as he skipped up the steps. “Chance? Love?” he called as he stepped through the door. “I’m home.” Chance didn’t answer, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Ben could hear the WoW music drifting from Chance’s “gaming station.” He had a tricked-out desktop he’d specifically designed to run his MMORPGs—extra memory, surround sound, and a high-definition monitor. His desk was ergonomically designed so he could sit in front of it for hours and not get fatigued. He’d even bought a gaming chair that was a supercomfortable replica of Picard’s captain’s chair from Star Trek: TNG. Ben sat in it sometimes when Chance wasn’t home and said things like, “Make it so.”
Ben had to admit, Chance’s Patrick Stewart impression was far superior to his own. The thought of Chance reciting dialogue from the show made Ben smile. It was one of the things they’d originally bonded over. They’d only been dating for a week when Ben walked in on Chance and another guy arguing over who was the better captain, Picard or Kirk. Ben had loved Kirk when he was a little kid, but he had to take Chance’s side; Picard was a much more well-rounded character. And Patrick Stewart was sexier at sixty than Shatner had been at thirty-something. They’d made out like crazy that night as they watched Chance’s season-one DVDs.
Ben started to get excited at the memories. That had been a new and interesting time for them both. He took the wine to the kitchen before he ventured into the office-slash-game room. To Ben’s utter dismay, Chance’s head was tipped on the back of the chair, his mouth open while his Night Elf Rogue walked endlessly into the corner of a tavern. Ben considered saving Chance’s game and signing him off but thought better of it. If he’d just completed some monumental quest and Ben didn’t save it correctly—well, he didn’t want to think about that. Instead Ben shook Chance lightly. He received no response. He shook a little harder.
“Who did?” Chance gasped as he woke.
“What?” Ben asked, amused.
“What?” Chance echoed.
“Who did what?” Ben asked.
Chance rubbed his eyes under his glasses. “I don’t know. I must have fallen asleep.”
Ben bent down and kissed Chance on the top of his head. “I got wine. Feel like hanging out? We could watch some Next Generation.”
Chance’s fingers danced over the keys and mouse. He yawned. “TNG? Why do you want to watch that?”
“I was just thinking about that time you were having that argument with that dude in the dorm commons.”
“Carter. Dick,” Chance said as he pushed his glasses up. “He’d argue that fucking George Lazenby was a better Bond than Sean Connery. Or Raul Julia was a better Gomez than actual-fucking-Gomez.”
“John Astin.” Ben loved it a little when Chance ranted. He thought it was pretty cute.
“What?” Chance snapped.
“The original Gomez Addams was John Astin.”
“I know that. I’m not some social retard.”
“He also played Harry’s dad on Night Court.” Ben knew it wasn’t actually Harry’s dad but wanted to see if Chance would take the bait.
“Buddy was his step-dad,” he stated dismissively. “Christ, Ben. You know that. Next you’re going to pretend he didn’t fill in as the Riddler when Frank Gorshin left in the second season of the old Batman TV show.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” Ben watched as Chance closed his WoW window. “That would be like pretending he wasn’t the Judge in The Frighteners.”
Chance’s hand froze. “The what?”
Ben smiled, pleased with himself. Chance had a vast knowledge of obscure movie trivia but not nearly as vast as Ben’s, especially when it came to horror-comedies of the nineties. “The Frighteners. With Michael J. Fox. Directed by your boy, Peter Jackson.”
Chance turned in his captain’s chair. “How have I never seen this?”
“Jake Busey is in it too.”
“What?” Chance stood as his computer shut down. “Do you have it?”
“Maybe on VHS. You’d rather watch that than Next Generation?”
“Do you want to dig the VCR out?” Chance asked, walking to the kitchen.
Ben considered that. It had been so long since they’d used the antique piece of crap, he wasn’t even sure where it was. The last time they’d dug it out was to show Lena the old Tick cartoon. “I’m not sure where it is,” Ben answered.
“That’s fine,” Chance stated, pouring himself some water. “We can watch TNG.” He drank as though he hadn’t had a drop in days. “Which season?”
“You pick,” Ben offered. He pulled open a few drawers before he found the corkscrew and set to opening the wine. Chance made a giddy little sound and bounded off to the DVD rack. Ben had purchased a Pinot Noir from Oregon and a Cabernet from Napa. Chance liked lighter reds, and Ben opened the Pinot first. By the time they finished it, Chance wouldn’t mind the bigger red, which Ben preferred. He uncorked the bottle, retrieved two glasses, and poured the light ruby liquid. He could hear the Star Trek theme as he picked up the glasses. Patrick Stewart was telling them about the voyages of the starship Enterprise and its continuing mission as Ben took his place on the couch next to Chance. Ben handed him a glass.
He took a sip. “Mm. Oregon Pinot?” Chance placed his glass on the coffee table.
“Willamette Valley Vineyards. Nothing special.” Ben sipped at his own wine, tasting the tart cherry, the hint of spice.
“Still good.” Chance settled in, cozying up to Ben’s side.
“This is the nanite episode,” Ben said, gesturing with his wine glass.
“Season three. ‘Evolution’,” Chance offered. He reached out, retrieved his glass, and sipped his wine as the crew of the Enterprise went about their business. When Chance placed his glass back on the table, so did Ben. He could hear Chance mumbling the dialogue as the characters spoke. So cute, Ben thought. He pressed his lips to Chance’s temple, savoring the shampoo smell of the other man’s hair. Head & Shoulders, the same he’d used since they’d started dating. Chance reached up and pulled Ben into a kiss. Their lips touched, and Ben was pleased to finally get some contact, some attention from Chance. Ben pressed forward, and Chance balled Ben’s shirt in his fist.
Too soon, Chance broke the contact to recite a line of dialogue that particularly pleased him. Ben smiled reluctantly, the moment shattered. He reached for his wine, taking rather more than a sip. Chance picked up his own glass, drank, and returned it. Ben rolled his eyes. He hugged Chance closer, hoping his lover would get the hint. Chance leaned into the embrace, resting his head in the crook of Ben’s neck. Ben smiled as he sipped his wine once more. He leaned his head over onto Chance’s hair, contentment drifting through his limbs.
Ben pressed his lips to Chance’s brow, savoring the warmth of the skin. “Oh, Chance,” Ben whispered. “You’re so delightful.”
Chance responded by leaning closer to Ben and making a satisfied noise. Ben took it as a good sign and leaned in to kiss his lover once more. This time the affection wasn’t returned. Chance’s mouth remained slack, his eyes closed. Ben frowned and pulled away. “Hey,” he said. Chance didn’t respond. “Hey,” Ben said a little louder.
“Huhm?” Chance grumbled as his head jerked forward.
“Maybe you should go to bed. Last time you fell asleep on the couch, I had to listen to you complaining about your neck for nearly a week.” Ben peeled his arm from Chance’s shoulders and crossed his legs.
“Whatever,” Chance grumped. “You’re exaggerating.” Chance’s exhausted words sounded more like, “Wa-evr, yer zaggeratin.”
“Fine. Sleep there, but when you start crying about your neck, I’ll be sure to say I told you so,” Ben snapped. He realized he was being irrationally short with his sleepy boyfriend, but he’d really been hoping for a little intimacy tonight. Maybe even sex if he was really lucky. His disappointment manifested itself as anger.
“You don’t have to be a dick,” Chance said much more coherently.
“What? I’m trying to help you out so your neck doesn’t hurt. That makes me a dick?” Ben grabbed his glass and downed the remainder of the wine. “Do whatever you want.” He stood and went to the kitchen for more wine. He’d had a pleasant buzz up until a minute ago. Hopefully he could get it back. No sound came from the living room as he poured a proper portion, considered it, then filled the glass. “What? Now you’re not talking to me?” Ben listened. “Real mature. Or maybe you fell back asleep.” Ben padded back to the living room and was only a little surprised to find the couch empty. Chance had slipped upstairs. “Fine,” Ben said. “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.” He said it just loud enough, hoping Chance would hear it and maybe feel a little guilty. Ben hoped maybe it would force him to come down and apologize so they could salvage the evening.
Ben waited, sipping his wine and straining his ears for signs of Chance moving. After finishing his glass and the episode of Star Trek, Ben decided if Chance had heard, he’d decided to ignore it. Ben picked up the Xbox controller and pushed the button for the menu, exiting out to the home screen. He scrolled over to Netflix, found something suitably easy to watch—a zombie movie, Land of the Dead—and went to the kitchen. He polished off the first bottle and opened the second, taking it back to the living room with him. Ben stretched out on the newly vacant couch. Alone. As usual, he thought.
He drank his wine as animated corpses chased humanity’s last hope on his flat screen. His fuming had eased into an ornery pout. He kept running over the argument in his mind, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, what he could have done or said differently to prevent it. Ben feared this whole relationship might be in a nosedive that started too long ago now for them to pull it out of its descent. Did he even want to salvage it? Ben considered that thought as his eyelids rebelled against his consciousness. The next thing he knew, the pale, gray light of predawn filtered through the living room curtains. He felt an immense pressure in his bladder, so he stood to relieve himself in the small bathroom downstairs.
When he emerged, Ben regarded the almost empty wine glass and the steps leading up to the bedroom he and Chance shared. Shared, Ben thought and sniffed. Not like Chance was willing to admit it. They still kept a spare bedroom that Ben pretended to use when any of Chance’s relatives decided to drop by. It was ridiculous. Why was Chance ashamed of him? They were adults. Who did they have to answer to? He sneered at the steps and flopped back on the couch. He poured out the last of the wine and finished it in three gulps; then pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and lay back, trying to find the most comfortable position. He rolled, turning his back to the stairs, the bedroom, and the man he lived with. This was getting to be a habit: Chance storming off to bed and Ben spending the balance of the evening on the couch.
Hi everyone! Thanks for stopping by the blog and checking out my giveaway this year. I love doing a giveaway in December because we’re all so focused on shopping for everyone else and spending time with our loved ones that most of us don’t stop and take the time to pamper ourselves until well into the new year. Being able to give away a little something to help pamper you guys, my readers during the stressful holiday season makes me happy.
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