An amazing reader named Carly made this video for a friend of mine for my first m/m novel, Logan's Need. This book is so special to me and watching this video brought it all back to me. Thanks Carly and thanks Claudia for letting me share it with everyone!
Check out this amazing cover for Forsaken by the talented Jay Aheer! Still on track to release some time in August.
My friend Zandra asked me to write a short story about Ronan and Seth so I wanted to share the end result with all of my readers. She had a couple of requests including some sexy times in the back seat of a car. But to add to the heat level, I actually included another one of my couples into the story and the end result is a heavy dose of voyeurism so if that isn't your thing, don't read this story. Note that it is just watching, no sharing of any kind - my guys are way too possessive for that. Click the button below and choose the first file listed. Enjoy!
Here is the first excerpt from Forsaken. I am still on track to release it in August but do not have a date set yet.
This excerpt is from Mav's POV:
“I was wondering…do you know how to fight?”
“Fight?” I asked as I approached my Harley. I noticed that Eli’s car was parked right next to my bike and I wondered if he’d figured it was mine and parked there intentionally. We were parked in the farthest corner of the garage so there was little foot traffic.
“Yeah…I mean, like do you know self-defense stuff?”
My body tensed up at that and I turned to face him. “Did something happen?” I asked.
Eli began chewing on his lower lip and before I could even think about what I was doing, I reached up with my fingers to free his tender flesh from the hold his teeth had on it. Eli stilled at my touch and then closed his eyes like he was in pain. But I knew it wasn’t pain that he was feeling.
Fuck, why couldn’t I get a grip around this guy?
I dropped my hand and took a step back so there would be more room between us.
Maybe then I wouldn’t fucking reach for him again.
“So do you?” Eli asked, ignoring my question.
“Yes,” I finally said. “I know some self-defense moves.” I knew a lot more than some, but I didn’t say that.
“Would you teach me?” Eli asked in a rush.
“Eli, if that guy is still bothering you-”
“Please, Mav, can you teach me or not?” Eli interrupted. The desperation coming off of him was palpable. “I…I can pay you.”
I studied him long and hard before finally saying, “I don’t want your money.” If teaching him some moves was the only way to get him to trust me, then I’d do it in a heartbeat. Because he was clearly still in trouble.
I expected my statement about not wanting his money would have relaxed him somewhat, but it just made him more tense. But it lasted only for a few seconds before there was such a profound shift in him that I was momentarily speechless. His fear disappeared just like that and his whole body went lax. And then he scanned the garage before reaching for my hand.
I was so caught off guard by him initiating the contact, that I barely noticed as he led me past his car. “Eli-” I managed to say, but then he was maneuvering me behind a foundation column next to his car and he released my hand. There was a light hanging a few feet over, but it wasn’t working correctly because it would flicker now and then, but otherwise left the spot we were standing in bathed in shadows.
I was about to ask what the hell was going on when Eli’s hand stroked over my groin. I bit back a curse as his fingers brushed over my growing erection and when he fisted me through my pants, I actually did moan and dropped my head back against the pillar behind me. Eli’s hand held me for several long seconds before sliding down to search out my balls. His touch was driving me insane with need so when I felt the button on my pants open a moment later, I didn’t protest. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the garage, but my groan as Eli’s hand snaked into my pants to play with me had to be a thousand times louder.
“Fuck,” I growled when Eli pulled my cock out of my pants and began stroking me. His eyes were on my rigid shaft so I dropped my hand to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair. He let me maneuver his head so that he was looking up at me, but all my desire was snuffed out when I saw his eyes.
Because there was nothing there. Not one goddamn thing. Not desire, not pleasure, not fear…nothing.
What the fuck was going on?
My insides went cold as Eli tugged free of my hold and dropped to his knees. While my cock was still responding to the young man at my feet, the rest of me was still trying to process what was happening. I managed to come to my senses just as Eli leaned forward to take me in his mouth and I bent down and grabbed him by both of his upper arms and pulled him to his feet.
“No,” I said firmly. “Not like this.”
Eli’s dead eyes held mine and it wasn’t until I reached up and ran my fingers down his cheek and whispered his name that he finally seemed to snap out of whatever daze he’d been in. Life rushed back into his gaze and he looked down at my cock which was still hanging out of my pants. He let out a startled gasp and took several big steps back from me. I used the time to tuck myself back inside my pants, but I was still drawing the zipper up when Eli bolted.
“Eli-” I shouted as I followed him. I reached him just as he was opening his car door and I slammed it closed before he could get in. I pinned his body with mine to keep him from trying to get away.
“I’m sorry!” he cried. “I’m sorry!”
“Eli, it’s okay,” I said as I reached up to grab his arms. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt so I was able to touch his skin which actually felt cold and clammy. He was shaking like crazy and I could hear sobs rattling deep down in his throat. I sensed he was on the verge of a full blown panic attack so I wrapped my arms around him and dropped my mouth to his ear.
“Shhhh, just take deep breaths, okay?”
My words seemed to have little effect on him and he kept repeating over and over that he was sorry. Something inside of me took over as Eli’s distress grew and I began murmuring words that had been taught to me long ago…before I’d realized that they didn’t apply to me.
I kept repeating them over and over until I felt Eli start sucking in deep breaths. We were leaning heavily against his car door, my body holding his in place, surrounding him. His shaking eased as his breathing slowed, but he was still trembling. The sobs had stopped, but I could feel moisture dropping down onto my forearm which was still braced across his upper chest. I let the words trail off, but instead of releasing Eli, I leaned down to brush my lips across the back of his neck. His skin was soft and much warmer than it had been a few minutes earlier and while he was still taking deep breaths, they weren’t as agonized as they’d been.
We stood there for several long minutes and as the adrenaline in my system began to wane, I realized how good Eli’s body felt pressed up against mine. At some point he’d lifted one of his hands to close over the arm I had around his chest, but he wasn’t trying to get free of me…it was more like he was holding on. Like I’d become his anchor. It wasn’t something I should have encouraged, but I couldn’t force myself to release him.
“I…I need to go,” Eli said shakily, though he didn’t release his hold on me even when I loosened my grip just a little.
“We need to talk about what just happened,” I said, but even before I finished the statement, Eli was shaking his head.
“It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
“Please, Mav…please just let me go.”