Mon Contest to win Love on the East End

I thought I would run another contest today for my book.  I am offering one copy.  If you'd like to enter please leave your name and e mail addy.

Winner will be announced tonight. 

congratulations to the winners

Congratulations to Jen and PJ,  I have sent you your copies of my book.  I hope you enjoy "Love on the East End."

My new release giveaway contest

In honor of my book "Love on the East End"  release I'd like to offer two free copies.    All you have to do is reply to this post.   I will put everyone's name in a hat and sometime on Sun afternoon/evening. I will pick the winners and let them know.   Please remember to leave your e mail addy too.

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Flash week #17 Beach Bums

It's that time again everyone.   Time to flash.    This week's prompts were:  "You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" and/or sitting on a blanket at a beach

Links to my fellow flasher's stories appear at the bottom of my post. 

Beach Bums

There was nothing like walking along the beach; feeling the waves hitting your feet or the wet sand taking up residence between your toes.

Ben loved the water, growing up in Miami he was surrounded by it.  You didn’t get to see the surf in Lancaster Pennsylvania.

The beach was sparsely populated after four in the afternoon and Ben was very happy about that.  He wasn’t big on crowds and he disliked fighting the early morning beach traffic and having to jockey his way past all the suntan lotion slathered up sun worshippers who parked themselves like beached whales on the sand.  They didn’t move for hours until they’d gotten that ‘healthy’ tan they’d drive miles for.

Ben liked to come to feel the cool ocean breeze and enjoy a walk on the boardwalk and enjoy some quality time with his handsome fella walking beside him, hand in hand on the beach.

“Is this a good spot, Ben?”  Tom asked him when they got past the dunes and found a more secluded spot to claim as their own.

“Yeah, let’s set up here.”

They’d left their house in the early afternoon and drove to Jones Beach on Long Island.  Tom wanted to show him where he used to spend the summer when he was a kid.   He had family nearby and they were planning on stopping by for coffee after they left the beach.

Ben was glad they’d remembered to bring their ice cooler,  the thing had wheels so it was easier to drag across the sand.    He opened it up and fished himself out a soda.  “Hey, Tom, what do you want a soda or a beer?”  he looked over his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted his boyfriend sitting on a beach blanket looking so sexy his cock twitched.    The way Tom filled out his swim trunk it left little to the imagination.

‘Let’s face it I have a very well endowed guy.’  Ben thought as he was drinking his soda to quench his suddenly dry throat.  He couldn’t help thinking what he wanted to do to his gorgeous firefighter and when Tom’s arms opened inviting him to join him on the towel  Ben didn’t hesitate to accept.

They smothered each other’s faces with kisses.  Their hands mapped each other’s bodies like well-known highways,  the little clothing that they wore were quickly cast away.    They went at it like wild animals in heat; Ben rubbed his cock against Tom’s equally engorged member.   Tom’s hand encircled both members and he stroked the ridged shafts.  

“Oh geez,  oh!”   Ben threw his head back, his felt his whole body was on fire, he could tell Tom was very close to the top of the mountain and Ben was well on his way to the summit too.

Ben’s come covered Tom’s chest and stomach.  He looked down and discovered he was similarly decorated with Tom’s jizz.  The smile on Tom’s face made Ben feel giddy and he threw himself onto Tom’s chest and they fell back onto the blanket and kissed some more.

Nuzzling his nose against Ben’s Tom whispered “I love you,’  in his ear.   “Love you too, but we’d better get dressed, we’ve put on enough of a show for one day.”   Ben scoped out their surroundings and was satisfied the coast was clear.    Most of the small crowd was enjoying the boardwalk and nowhere near the love nest they created.

The couple put their swim trunks back on and decided to take a dip to wash off in the ocean. 

Unbeknownst to the loving couple there had, indeed, been a pair of eyes that watched their every move with ardent interest. 

TBC

Julie Hayes (m/m)
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Lily Sawyer (m/m)
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Sui Lynn (m/m)
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Ryssa Edwards (m/m)
http://ryssaedwards.blogspot.com/

Lindsay Klug (m/f)
www.ichbineinteufel.blogspot.com

Heather Lin (m/f)
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Love on the East End due out this Fri

I just wanted to let everyone know that my latest book "Love on the East End"  is due out this Fri from Wicked Nights publishing.

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flash week #16

Hello everyone,

I was too busy to flash this week,   but I want to share my fellow flashers links.  please enjoy their stories.

Julie Lynn Hayes M/M

Ryssa Edwards M/M

Pia Valeno M/M

Sui Lynn M/M

Lindsay Kleug M/F

Heather Lin M/F

Victoria Blisse M/F

 

Silver Flash #15 Party Hardy

Flash  #15 Prompt:  He had a mind like a steel trap

“Did you remember the sodas and chip?”  Jonathan asked Martin as he went over his mental checklist for their party.   After an entire week of rain the weekend had arrived and the sun made an appearance once again.

Jonathan decided it was time to fire up the BBQ and have a party.

“Of course I remembered, Babe.  I got everything on your list, just like the good little boy I am.”   Martin smiled innocently at his partner and put the bags down on the kitchen counter.  He was swatted across the behind. 

“Good, huh?   I guess we’ll have to see just how ‘good’ you are later.”   Jonathan helped Martin unpack the grocery bags.

“Hey, I even got that imported beer you like so much.”  He held up the six-pack of bottled beer.  That got him a kiss for his troubles.

Jonathan put the finishing touches on the deviled eggs and Martin brought out the plastic plates and silverware they’d be using to serve food on.

They had a big deck in the backyard that had a glass table and umbrella.     They looked forward to the nice weather so they could do more outdoor dining.   Their house overlooked some woodlands and they loved sitting out in the mornings enjoying their coffee and watching the birds and other wildlife.    Sometimes they’d see deer feeding on some grass or have plenty of visitors to their bird feeders that hung off their deck.

                                                                         ****

Their guests arrived about half an hour later, their friends mulled around the deck; there was plenty of food, drinks and music playing.

“Hey, Jonathan, how is the new book coming along?”  Ruth asked him, she knew him from college, and it’s also where she met her husband Rick.

“It’s been slow going, my muse isn’t cooperating.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that, what do you do when writer’s block hits?”

“Oh I just wait or inspiration to hit me.”

Martin wrapped his arms around him from behind.  “Like me?” he kissed Jonathan’s cheek.

“Yeah, you inspire me everyday, babe.”

There was a knock on the door and Jonathan went to answer it.

“Trevor, I see you finally made it. Did you get lost?”  Jonathan showed his old buddy in, they grew up together.  They hadn’t seen each other in years, Trevor lived out on the west coast, he was in Pennsylvania visiting family and let Jonathan know he’d be in town.  So he got an invite to the party.

“Yes I got lost, it would have been helpful if you would have told me I needed to bare right at the fork in the road.”

“At least you made it, and I see you brought some wine.”  Jonathan smiled and took the bottle from his friend.

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the others.”  

“Hey babe, the burgers are done and the kabobs are almost there.  Do you want to get the salad out?” Martin asked him from the doorway in the kitchen.

“Trevor this is my partner, Martin.”  Jonathan introduced his lover proudly.

“Hi nice to meet you.”  The two men shook hands.

“You’ll have to excuse me, I gotta check the kabobs.” Martin went back to the BBQ.

“I better get the rest of the food out.”

“I’ll help you.”  Trevor offered.

“Hey whatever happened to Parker Brooks?  Jonathan asked Trevor.

“You didn’t hear?” Trevor took a swig from his bottle of beer.

“No what happened?”

“He was killed in a car accident.”

“Wow, when?” Jonathan couldn’t believe Parker was gone. 

“Two years ago, he lost control on the highway.  He skidded on some black ice, flipped over and was killed instantly.”

“That’s too bad, he was a nice guy. He used to tutor me in math.  Do you remember he used to play trivial pursuit?  It was incredible to watch. He had a mind like a steel trap.” Jonathan raised his wine glass and Trevor clinked his beer bottle against his in memory of Parker.   “To Parker.”  They both said.

“Hey, guys, why the long faces?”  Martin had brought out desserts.  Some of the guests brought cookies and cake so they were laid out on the table for all to enjoy.

Jonathan told Martin about Parker, after all their guests left they’d cleaned up.  Martin took Jonathan up to their room for some over do loving.

End

The other flashers

Sui Lynn      m/m
Julie Hayes m/m
Ryssa Edwards     m/m
Lindsay Klug     m/f
Pender Mackie     m/m
Victoria Blisse      m/f

Excerpt: Love On The East End

Hello everyone,

I haven't gotten my final copy or an order link to my book as of yet.  All I can say is it will be released on May 27th.     I do plan to e mail my publisher to find out a time frame.   BUT I thought in the meantime I might share with you an excerpt

Here is a link to my book on the publisher's site.  
Love on the East End

Gabriel Meyers looked at the empty dining room of his brand new restaurant.  He’d just opened the doors two weeks ago and already the place was packed every night.

While he loved the hustle and bustle of the lunch and dinnertime crowd, he appreciated the quiet the morning hours afforded him.  He used the time to do all the paperwork and phone calls, which were a part of running a place like Maven.

“Gabriel, we have a problem with the wine order.” Pierre came running into the room to inform him.  He was the restaurant’s sommelier, and Gabriel met him at the culinary school in Paris.  He was studying to be a chef and when he decided to open his own place Pierre was one of the first friends he told.

“Oh what now?”  It always seemed to be something, you’d think having your own place on the north fork of the east end of Long Island in the middle of wine country would mean having an endless supply of wine.  Sadly, it wasn’t the case.  Sometimes they had special clients that wanted certain things the restaurant didn’t always have on hand.  Like now they were looking for a special vintage of Riesling to go with the duck being served at a fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration, which was happening this weekend.

“The Pindar Winery won’t have any ready for about three weeks.”

“Have you tried the other wineries?”

“I tried the Rolling Hills winery, they said they’d give us a call back.”

“We can’t sit on our hands on this, we need that wine.  I’ll call them again to see if I can make any headway.  Thanks Pierre.”

Gabriel heard the phone ringing and ran back to the office to pick it up.  He wished he’d looked at the caller ID before he answered.

“Hello?”

“Gabbie!”

His stomach tied up in knots when he heard the dulcet tones of his ex-wife on the other end.

“Willow,” he said through clenched teeth.  “What can I do for you?”  He wished more times then he could count that he and the blonde with the blue eyes and movie star body had never crossed paths.

“Gabe, you don’t sound very happy to hear from me.”

Truth be told he wasn’t. Their marriage was the biggest mistake of his life.  They’d met in New York City, she was acting at a theater club and he was waiting tables.  They started off as friends, hanging out with friends and family.  Then ended up getting married.

Gabriel knew they had rushed into something that was never meant to be.  He did love Willow, but he was never in love with her.   He was gay; it took him a long time for him to admit it to himself, let alone to Willow.  He finally told her two years after they’d said ‘I do.’  She was stunned at first, then she told him she had a feeling something was different about him, but she hadn’t been able to put her finger on it.

They got a divorce, their story made the rounds with the tabloids.  Fortunately he was able to hide his secret of being gay, he was only too glad they left him alone and glommed onto her.

When one reporter intimated they’d split because Gabriel was gay, he asked an old friend from school if he could hang out with her to make it look like they were dating.  She was only too happy to help him throw them off the scent, even going so far as to make sure they were seen in public, holding hands and walking the streets of Brooklyn having brunch at a restaurant one Sunday morning.

“Willow, I’m kinda busy, what can I do for you?”

“Is that any way to talk to your ex-wife?”

He cringed when she said ex-wife, their divorce hadn’t been as clean a break as he would have liked.  She got nasty when he asked for the house on Long Island.  She had several properties; she barely spent any time there.  Her favorite spot was a condo on the upper east side of Manhattan.

“Well, I’m having a party to honor Chuck Scarborough, you remember my agent?  He’s celebrating thirty years in the business and I wanted to do something special.   He has a home not far from your restaurant and I want to rent out the back deck and hire a DJ and just do it up big.”

“How big?”  Despite how their marriage ended, Gabriel knew Willow could bring him a lot of big business with all the big wigs in the music and entertainment industry she could connect him with.

“About one hundred.”

“When?”  Maven could easily handle that many people.

“Weekend after next.”

It was spring and the weather was getting nice enough so they could start using the deck outside.  The restaurant faced Long Island Sound and on a clear day you could see Connecticut.

“How about I put you in touch with Annie, our party planner? She can iron out all the details. I don’t see any problem having the party here.”

“Thanks, Gabe, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“Sure thing. Thanks for thinking of Maven for your party.”  They hung up.  He’d let Annie know about the party later, right now he had some Riesling to wrangle up.

                                                           ****

William Thomas loved wine; there wasn’t anything he didn’t know about it.   His interest started when he took a trip to France and toured the wine country and it was like he finally found what he wanted to do with his life there in the middle of vineyard.   When he got back home he did everything necessary to begin his journey from a beginner everyone in the industry scoffed at to a well-respected wine maker.   Even his family, who were not thrilled with his decision to go into the winemaking business, became his biggest supporters.

Rolling Hills winery was the result of all the blood, sweat and tears.

William loved opening up the winery to tourists and often joined them in the wine tasting room.

Women came on to him all the time, he enjoyed the flirting.  But that was all it was ever going to be.    He wondered what these same women would think if they could see him dancing on the dance floors at one the gay bars on Fire Island.   

He’d never had a serious relationship, content for years to play the field until he hit the big three-O six months ago.  Now he was looking for that special person, but it sure wasn’t easy to find him.  He decided if it was meant to happen it would happen.

                                                           ****

Gabriel turned down the long linden-lined drive.   He parked in front of the quaint, Tudor style house at the end. He got out of the car, walked over to the fencing and looked at the rows of grape vines that went on towards the Sound.   There was just something about being out in the open air that made him feel so peaceful.

“Like what you see?”  A deep, sexy voice startled him out of his reverie.

“Oh geeze, you startled me.”  Gabriel put his hand over his beating heart, which beat even faster when he got a good look at the curly blond haired man that had snuck up behind him.

“Sorry,” the blond stuck out his hand.  “I’m William Thomas, owner of Rolling Hills winery.”

Gabriel grasped the proffered hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m Gabriel Meyers. I own Maven. I called about getting four cases of Riesling.”

“Ah yes my partner Steve told me you’d called.”

Gabriel didn’t know why hearing the word ‘partner’ bothered him, he’d just met William a moment ago and yet it felt like Cupid’s arrow had pierced him in the heart.

“I had them set aside for you.  They’re in the barrel room. How about I give you a tour of the place? I mean if you have the time.”  William flashed his pearly whites at him and Gabriel couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend more time with the tall blond.

William must have been about six-one or six-two.  He didn’t tower over Gabriel’s own height of six feet, but he still had to crane his head just a little to meet the chocolate brown gaze.

“I have plenty of time, the restaurant doesn’t open until noon.”

“Well, then, let me give you the grand tour.” William led him to one of the pickup trucks parked next to the house. They took a drive around the vineyard.  William explained the different varieties of grapes they grew and what kinds of wine were produced from them. He even got a chance to watch one of the grape picking machines at work, carefully picking the fruit off the vine and separating out the stems.

“I can tell you, Gabriel, that is one expensive piece of machinery.  Had to get it imported from Italy.”

“Really? Wow!”  Gabriel was very impressed. He knew about wines, after all you can’t live in Paris like he had and study culinary arts and not learn about them.  He wasn’t an expert like Pierre, but he knew enough to know how to pair them with food and not embarrass himself.

As far as the growing end, he knew little but he sure was getting an education now.

“Has this winery been in your family for long?”   The wineries on Long Island had started up about thirty-six years ago.   No comparison to the centuries old vineyards in Europe but they still had made their mark in the wine making industry none-the-less.

William laughed. “No I’m the only one in my family interested in wine.  My father is a lawyer and my mom is a fashion designer.  My older brother is a screenwriter.   He ‘s worked on a few movies, and he lives out in LA.”

“What made you decide to go into the wine industry?”

“I was going to school in northern California and my friends wanted to spend spring break in Napa Valley.   I just fell in love with wines and wanted to learn the business.  I came back to Long Island and started my own winery.  Rolling Hills is the result.  We’re celebrating our tenth year.”

“Congratulations!  Your family must be proud.”

“Thank.  Well I can’t say they were thrilled, but they saw the passion I have and they’ve been very supportive.”

They parked next to the house and William took him to the barrel room.  One of the workers took the cases of Riesling and put the in Gabriel’s car.

“Do you want to stick around for lunch?”  William offered his new friend.

Just then Gabriel’s cell phone went off. 

“Hello?” Gabriel walked a few feet away from the other man.  “What! No I know I placed that order a week ago, what do you mean they don’t have a record of the order?’  He paused.  “Shit, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”   He shut the flip phone closed.  “Damn.”

“Problem?”

“Yeah, I had a champagne order that was supposed to be delivered this morning and they have no record of it.  I need it for an engagement party tonight.”

“I think I can help you out there, just hang out here for a bit.”  After Gabriel told him he needed some Dom Perignon, William went inside the house.  He returned a few minutes later with a smile on his face. “It’s done, I got you the champagne you needed.  It should be delivered to the restaurant in about an hour.”

“How did you manage that?”  Gabriel was surprised.

“I know plenty of people around here. There’s a place on the south fork that carries some wonderful champagne.   I got you a case.  Unless you wanted more?”

“No, a case is fine.   I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”

“Forget it, I was glad to help.”

Gabriel slid into the driver’s seat of his car and started the engine.   “Hey how about coming to our wine tasting event? We’re having it on Friday night at seven thirty.”

“Sure, sounds like fun. I’ll bring a good vintage from our special collection.”

“You can bring your partner if you want too.” Gabriel took off without waiting for an answer from William.  Truth be told he didn’t want him to bring anyone else, let alone his partner.   But it wouldn’t have been polite to invite him without his lover.

‘Why are the good ones always straight or taken?’  He asked himself as he drove, with a heavy heart, back to Maven.

Silver Flash #14 Body Art

It's Flash time again and this week's prompt is "Just pretend I'm not here."

Body Art

“You ever think about getting a tattoo?”

Jackson sputtered his coffee all over the table.   “A what?”  The surprised expression he gave his lover spoke volumes.

“I think tattoos are beautiful works of art.”

“Well of course you do, Aaron, you’re an artist.”

“You’ve seen the ones I have.”  Aaron had four tattoos.   A Celtic design on his upper back, tribal art around his right bicep, his mother and sister’s initials around the inside of his left wrist and two hearts intertwined with Jackson and Aaron’s initials inside on the inside of his right arm.

“Yes and I love them,” Jackson reached over and kissed Aaron on the lips.  “But that doesn’t mean I want one.”

“I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to, honey.”  He winked at him, Aaron knew that Jackson rarely refused him anything, it was one of the reasons he loved him so much.

Aaron pulled out a brush and some paints from the storage cabinet in one of the classrooms.  The art class had left hours ago and Aaron and Jackson had stayed behind to finish cleaning up.

“I feel like doing a painting and you, my dear, are going to be my subject.”  Jackson should be used to this by now, Aaron had drawn and painted him several times over the coarse of their two-year relationship.  He never got tired of indulging his artist lover.

“Okay, how do you want me?”  Jackson sat on one of the stool s in the room and posed.

“On your stomach, naked.” Aaron smiled, he put a sheet on the floor and a comfortable cushion he grabbed off the couch that sat against one of the walls.   He waved his hand over the makeshift bed, indicating he wanted Jackson to lie on it.

“What?” Jackson looked at Aaron non-plussed. 

“I want to paint,” Aaron approached Jackson and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head.  “And I want this gorgeous body,” he leaned in for a kiss,  “to be my canvas.”

                                                                       ****

“Ha, ha, that tickles.”  Jackson giggles as he felt the paintbrush touching his skin with delicate strokes.  He trusted Aaron implicitly and allowed him to use his body for his artistic outlet. 

“Stop squirming, you’re going to make me mess up.”  He’d been painting Jackson’s back for over an hour.  This was Aaron’s first time using a living canvas.

Jackson turned his head and smiled at his lover, he was rewarded with a kiss, their tongues sliding against each other.

They heard footsteps and quickly turned.

“Oh hi,” 

“Coltan?”  Aaron asked the new arrival, he didn’t move from his spot next to Jackson.   Coltan was one of Aaron’s art students. 

“I stopped in for a beer at the bar down the street and realized I’d forgotten my art bag.”  He got a good gander at Aaron’s ‘masterpiece’ and smiled shyly.    “Just pretend I’m not here.” He didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to retrieve his bag, he kept glancing over at the amorous couple like a voyeur.  He finally picked up the bag in question and slowly moved towards the door.  He couldn’t help repeatedly looking back at the art on Jackson’s back and smile.     “I think it belongs in a museum.”

The door slammed behind Coltan.

“What the hell was that about?” Jackson asked.

“I think he thinks he is an art aficionado who admires my work.”  Aaron smiled and went back to painting.

A short while later,  “I’m done, take a look.”  Aaron brought a mirror over to Jackson, he looked over his shoulder.

‘You like it?”

“Come here.” 

Aaron put the mirror down and lay by Jackson’s side.  He found his lips captured by Jackson’s.

“Love it, just like I love you.”

There was some major kissing and cuddling.”

“Take a picture,” Jackson said after they’d made love.”

“A picture.”

“Yeah something it’s something can hang in our bedroom.”

Aaron grabbed his camera and clicked away.

“I think Coltan was right, it does belong in a museum.”  Aaron commented.

“The artwork?”

“Yes, that and my subject.  You are a work of art sweetheart.”

The End.

Please check out my fellow Flasher's stories

Sui Lynn      m/m
RJ Scott      m/m
Ryssa Edwards     m/m
Lindsay Klug     m/f
Pender Mackie     m/m
Heather Lin       m/f
  Julie Hayes m/m
Victoria Blisse      m/f
LM Brown      m/m
Nicole Dennis      m/m

I am featured in the May Issue of Cocktail mag

I am featured in this month's issue of Cocktails magazine.     There is an article about "Catch of the Day" and I submitted a short story called "Chocolate Shot."

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