Jan 15, 2017 Filed under: Uncategorized
Revolutionary Temptation, my first m/m historical, releases January 17. To celebrate this American Revolution-set story, I’ve written a second ficlet starring Alexander Hamilton. You can read the first one here.
For those of you who don’t know, there is historical evidence to suggest that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual and he had a relationship with fellow Continental Army officer, John Laurens. Read more about it here.
*Warning: This story contains one of America’s founding fathers getting some NSFW attention.*
Longing for Command
John entered the headquarters tent right behind Alexander and the General. The two aides de camp had spent the early morning hours reviewing the troops with His Excellency. As they watched the men perform sloppy maneuvers, John saw his own thoughts reflected on Washington’s face and Alexander’s. How was such an exhausted and discouraged group of men going to defeat the British army, which had fresh troops and three times their numbers? The summer’s heat was taking it’s toll on the soldiers, but soon autumn would arrive and the rebels had no money for cold weather supplies.
The General looked less confidence than John had ever seen him. The army needed more cash, more troops, and a solid win to turn their morale around and give them a real chance of winning the war.
“Sir?” Alexander asked.
“Yes?” Washington’s tone was sharp, but Alex didn’t back down. He never did.
“We need to make a move, to hit the British when they aren’t expecting it.”
“I’m not going to rush into battle ill-prepared. We’ve lost too many trained officers. We need—”
“If you would give me a command, sir. I—”
“Alex, I’ve told you—”
“Sir, I can do this. I can win a victory for us.”
“I need you here. I need your writing abilities at my disposal.”
“But, sir, I want—”
John flinched when Washington slammed his hand down on his desk.
“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what this army needs.”
John grimaced. Alex was so fucking stubborn. He never knew when to quit.
“Alexander, write to Congress. Persuade them to send us the money we need. It won’t matter how skilled anyone is in battle if the troops all starve.”
Washington whirled around and stomped out of the tent. He rarely showed his temper, but Alex could push any man to the brink, even if the weight of the nation weren’t on his shoulders.
“Damn it!” Alex yelled as he tossed the journal he’d been carrying onto his desk.
John hated the disappointment in Alex’s eyes. If only he could see how much Washington cared for him. John noticed it everyday. The General valued Alex’s opinion over everyone else’s. “Alex, he—”
“Why won’t he listen to me?”
“I need a command. It’s my chance to succeed. My chance to be someone when this horror is over.”
“Write the letter. If we had more money—”
“I’m tired of writing letters. Congress doesn’t listen. They sit there in comfort refusing us what we need. They have no idea what it’s like here, the fucking cowards.”
Alex needed a long time to wind down when he got this riled. He was so passionate, so… John’s thoughts were arrested by Alex as he paced, by his thighs encased in his tight uniform pants, by the way his red hair curled against his brow, damp from the heat. He moved in a way that let a man know how good a fuck he’d be. It was all too easy to imagine him working that lean body against John’s ass.
Suddenly John knew exactly how Alex should burn off his anger. “Come with me,” he said.
“Where are you going?”
John grinned. “For a walk.”
“Were you about to sit down and write Congress? Or were you going to keep pacing and think up more ways to sway the General to your way of thinking?”
“Come with me. We won’t be gone long.”
The way Alex let his gaze peruse John from head to toe made John very glad no one else was in the tent with them.
Alex’s eyes darkened as he smiled. “You aren’t actually thinking…”
John turned to go. What he was contemplating was dangerous enough. If he kept looking into Alex’s azure eyes he was going to kiss him right there in the tent.
“Let’s go!” The words came out sounding far more urgent than John meant for them too.
John smiled to himself and kept walking, knowing Alex would follow. Alex was rarely unsure of himself. John liked that he was one of the few people capable of unnerving him. His cock was half hard. and he hoped no one noticed as he hurried out of camp. Most likely anyone who saw them would assume they were taking the short cut to town, heading out on an errand.
“John, where are you going? Do you really think—”
“For once will you just be quiet?”
John turned to him. “I’m going to find somewhere private, and I’m going to make you forget to be angry and stubborn for just a few moments.”
His eyes widened. “John. That’s…”
“Oooh, he’s speechless. Is that possible?”
Alex scowled at him.
They were following a path into the woods where the trees would obscure them from the view of anyone in camp, but they needed more privacy. He took Alex’s hand. “Come on, we need to get off the path.”
Alex laughed. “You are eager, aren’t you?”
His words oozed sexual confidence but his palm was sweaty, was he nervous? John sure as hell was. If they were caught… No, he wouldn’t think about that. He’d started this, and his prick was begging him not to stop. Just the thought of pressing Alex up against a tree had him fully hard.
They stumbled into the woods, tripping over sticks as they moved faster and faster. Fuck, would he be able to find the path again? Did he care?
Suddenly Alex grabbed his shoulders, spun him, and he was the one shoved against a tree. Alex kissed him and he forgot the fantasy he’d conjured. He forgot everything but the taste of the stubborn man who’d been his lover for the last month.
“Want you,” Alex said against his lips. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“Y-yes.” John gripped Alex’s ass, hauling their bodies together. He needed to feel Alex against him.
Alex thrust his tongue into John’s mouth, as if he was fucking him with it. God, he was good at this.
He slid his lips along John’s neck and leaned in close, nuzzling him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Just the scent of you is enough to give me a cockstand.”
John groaned at the feel of Alex’s breath, warmer even than the sticky summer air. He never failed to be surprised that Alex wanted him as much as he wanted Alex. He was obsessed with the man, consumed by him, and Alex seemed to return his fervor.
Alex dropped to his knees, and John stared down at him. He’d intended to be the one kneeling, the one servicing Alex, making him forget, sucking all the tension from his body. “Are you sure?”
Alex nodded. “I need to taste you, need you to fuck my mouth.”
Oh my God.
Alex unfastened John’s pants, and John sucked in his breath as Alex pulled his cock out. He squeezed his eyes shut certain he would come before Alex got started if he kept watching.
Alex licked his shaft, a slow sensuous slide of his tongue. John bit his lip to hold in a whimper and then nearly choked when Alex drew John’s cock into his hot mouth.
The feel of Alex swallowing around him made John forget his resolution not to watch. He looked down to see his cock slide in and out of Alex’s kiss-swollen lips. Alex’s red hair was wild now, curled from the humidity and slipping from the ribbon he’d used to tie it back. John slid his hands into the soft curls and pushed deeper into Alex’s mouth.
Alex looked up and their gazes locked. He sucked harder, making John shudder.
Don’t spend yet. Don’t spend yet.
Then Alex took him to the back of his throat, swallowing every inch of him. How the fuck did he do that? He drew back slowly, so slowly, and John watched as his cock slid from Alex’s lips. “Don’t stop. Alex; please don’t stop.”
Alex grinned around his flesh and swallowed him again, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks.
John was right at the edge. He tried to warn Alex. “So close. I… Can’t…”
Alex took him all the way down again and John came, thrusting against Alex’s mouth, forgetting to be gentle. His whole body shook with the force of his climax. When he was completely spent, he dropped his head back against the tree.
Alex sat back and wiped his mouth. “Wow.”
John couldn’t catch his breath to speak, but he held his hands out. Alex took them and let John pull him to his feet. John drew him in for a kiss while he fumbled with the fastenings of Alex’s pants, finally succeeding in freeing Alex’s cock. He wrapped a hand around it and worked him with a tight grip.
“John, you’re incredible, dragging me out here, so voracious, so…”
Alex started to spend, his seed spilling over John’s hand. John held him tight, working him until he whimpered and pushed John’s hand away.
John brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean while Alex watched with wide eyes.
“John, you make me mad with need for you.”
John smiled. “Good.”
“Yes, it is.”
They both laughed.
Alex sighed. “Yes, I’ll be a good aide and go write those blowhards in Congress.”
John gave a mock bow. “I’m happy to have been of service.”
“I’ll be expecting a lot more of this type of service.”
John licked his lips. “So will I.”
Nov 21, 2016 Filed under: Uncategorized
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Oct 30, 2016 Filed under: free story, historical, m/m
Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3) will be out on November 15. My next project is a historical m/m set during the American Revolution. My love for the musical, Hamilton, inspired me to read more about Alexander Hamilton and Revolutionary America. To put myself in the mood for writing a historical I’ve written a short, sexy fic to share with you. For those of you who don’t know, there is historical evidence to suggest that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual and he had a relationship with fellow Continental Army officer, John Laurens. Read more about it here.
*Warning: This story contains one of America’s founding fathers getting some seriously NSFW attention.*
John sat up and stared across the room. Alexander was seated at the desk, writing furiously by the light of a single candle. John had tried to pretend he was asleep. But, every night since he’d arrived at Washington’s headquarters, sharing a bed with Alexander had rendered him unable to sleep. He was preoccupied with fantasies of what would happen if he reached out and touched the man who’d charmed him from the moment they’d met.
He watched Alex, whose red-hair glistened in the soft light. He could almost feel the man’s intensity as he scribbled quickly, pausing only when he had to dip his quill in the inkwell. John’s cock grew hard as he studied Alex. John had always been attracted to men, but he’d never been this obsessed before, this desperate. He’d seen Alex look at him, like he was as filled with lust as John was. Unless, John was wrong and only seeing what he wanted to see. If he spoke of what he wanted, and he’d misjudged, it could prove a deadly mistake. But he couldn’t go on like this; he was slowly going insane.
He rose from the bed and approached Alexander. “Were you unable to sleep?”
Alex looked up at him, his beautiful azure eyes bright. “No. I…” His lips remained parted as his gaze dropped to John’s mouth. John’s heart pounded. He wants this too. He must. No. John shouldn’t risk it.
Finally, Alex licked his lips and said, “I’ve got so much work. If I allow myself to sleep, I’ll never finish.”
John nodded. “I haven’t slept well since I arrived.”
Alex scribbled a few more words, signed his name, and laid his quill down. “Is it hard to get used to being away from home?”
John shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“No?” Was that a hopeful look on Alex’s face?
“I’m all… tense.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but…
“John?” Alex pushed back his chair and stood. He was so close. John wanted to reach out and touch him, but he couldn’t. He should leave, say he had to go take a piss, or something, anything to keep him from making a fool of himself or worse. He didn’t move.
“I like you,” Alex said.
“I do. And I think you like me too. I think that’s why you can’t sleep.”
John nodded. “You’re right.”
Alex reached up and ran the pad of his thumb over John’s lips. “So soft.”
Alex studied him intently. “Do we understand each other?”
“Y-yes.” John thought so anyway. All he really cared about was that Alex was there, touching him. He let his gaze drop. Oh, fuck. Alex’s prick was making his nightshirt stand out. John had been partially erect, but he hardened fully at the sight.
“Kiss me,” Alex said.
John sucked in his breath. Most encounters he’d had with men had been rough, fast. His partners had gone right to fucking or shoving him to his knees to take their pricks in his mouth. Kissing wasn’t part of it. He’d only ever kissed girls, and then he’d had to fake his interest.
When he hesitated, Alex slid a hand into his hair and took charge, sliding his lips over John’s gently, barely touching.
John moaned and gripped Alex’s hips, pulling him closer, needing to touch him.
Alex kissed him harder, and John opened his mouth, letting Alex invade with his tongue. Alex cupped his face, holding him in place, kissing, licking, and nibbling. He seemed willing to do this forever, but John needed more. He gathered the edge of Alex’s nightshirt and started to lift.
Alex pulled away just enough to end the kiss. “Have you done this before?”
John froze, his hands on Alex’s waist, Alex’s skin warming him. “Yes, but not… yes.” He’d almost revealed too much. Something about Alexander made him want to bare his soul, to say he’d never been with a man he liked this much, with someone he might… No, it was much too early for that.
“Good, because I want to fuck you.”
John groaned. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. So you’ve done this too?”
“Mmmhmm,” Alex said as he drew his tongue along John’s neck. John lost himself in pleasure as Alex nudged his nightshirt aside and teased the sensitive skin along his collarbone.
He had the sense it wasn’t the first time Alex had said his name. “Yes?” Alex pulled him close, and his very hard prick pressed against John’s, making him bite his lip to hold in a whimper.
“Come to bed.”
Alex grabbed the candle from the table and John followed him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Alex sat the candle on the nightstand, looked back, and smiled. “I wanted to be able see you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes. Me too.”
John let Alex pull him onto the bed. He settled between Alex’s legs, heart hammering, cock so hard he was afraid he would disgrace himself by coming before they even began.
Alex opened his legs and John stretched out on top of him, grinding against him, unable to hide his desperation.
Alex tugged on John’s nightshirt. “Off.”
John sat back, pulled off the garment and tossed it to the floor. When he looked down, Alex was watching him, lust darkening his eyes. He reached out and trailed his fingers down John’s chest.
“You too,” John forced the words out around a ragged breath.
“Your shirt. I want… I want to see you too.”
John scrambled back as Alex tried to sit up. Finally Alex was able to get his shirt over his head, and John took in his lean body, pale skin, and his cock, which stood rampant. He wanted to feel it inside him. He wanted all the energy that poured off of Alex focused on him.
“Do you have—”
“Oil. Yes. In my bag,” Alex said.
Thank God. “I’ll get it.”
John couldn’t take his eyes off Alex. His foot caught on the edge of the bed, and he tumbled to the floor. The both laughed with their hands covering their mouths. If someone heard and came to investigate… He glanced toward the door.
“Did you bolt it?”
“I… I’m not sure.” How was Alex’s absent-mindedness so sexy? John was desperate to kiss him again. He wasn’t sure if he could cross the room without tasting Alex first, but he managed somehow. They couldn’t take that kind of risk.
He slid the bolt into place and then dug through Alex’s bag. He found several large tomes on economics and trade but no oil. “How many books do you have in here?”
“A lot.” Alex waved a dismissive hand. “Hurry.”
John’s hand finally closed around the bottle of oil but he almost dropped it when he turned and saw Alex, prick in his hand, stroking it. “Alexxxxx.”
“You’re so beautiful, John. I feel like you’ve consumed me. I can’t look away.” His hand moved faster, and John sucked in his breath. He’d never met anyone so open about how they felt.
John managed to get back on the bed without falling again, but it was a near thing. Alex took the oil from his hand, fumbled the cork loose, spilled some, but finally got enough into his hand to coat his prick.
John licked his lips as he watched. God, he needed this.
“How… how do you want me?”
“Ride me,” Alex demanded.
John straddled him, but before he could figure out the logistics of getting Alex’s cock to his hole, Alex pulled him down.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmured before kissing John again. John was lost to the sensations Alex created. They rutted together, cocks sliding along each other.
The taste of Alex, warm, spicy, perfect was driving John wild. He needed to stop, or they might both spend before he ever got Alex inside him. He tried to sit back but Alex held him tight. “Please. Need you. Need your cock.”
Alex moaned. “I want everything: your mouth, your cock, to feel you all over me.”
John sat up and reached behind him taking hold of Alex’s prick. It was so slick with oil that his hand slipped. They both laughed.
“So eager,” Alex said.
“And you’re not?”
“Oh, I am. I want to spread you wide, to know what you look like when you’re stuffed full, to hear the sounds you make.”
“God, Alex, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“I’m not going to last anyway,” Alex confessed. “Not this first time. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.”
John groaned as he got the angle right and began to sink down. The stretch was almost too much, but seeing Alex, eyes wide, mouth open, was too incredible, so he didn’t stop. As he sank all the way down, an embarrassing whine escaped him, and heat rushed to his face.
Alex licked his lips. He stuttered twice before words came out, and John wondered if he’d ever been rendered speechless before. He hoped not.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
John shook his head. The rest of Washington’s aides were in the rooms surrounding them. “The others will hear us.”
“They’re sleeping,” Alex seemed so confident, and John didn’t have the will power to argue.
When Alex was all the way inside him, John paused. Alex gripped his hips. “Don’t make me wait,” he begged.
John fought for air. He didn’t want to deny Alex anything, but he was sure if Alex’s cock dragged over his prostate, he’d come right then.
He tried to draw in a breath. “Need. Air.”
Alex grinned. “No, you need this.” Alex wrapped a hand around John’s cock and stroked.
John started to cry out and bit his lip. He had to stay quiet. If they were caught, they’d be—
Alex stroked him again, and he couldn’t stay still any longer. He rose and then lowered himself, faster and faster, until he was riding Alex so hard the bed was shaking, ropes creaking. He had a second to wonder if the whole bed was going to fall apart. And then he was right there, ready to spend in Alex’s hand.
“I want to watch,” Alex said, obviously knowing how close he was. That was all it took. His seed shot over Alex’s hand and across his chest, the sight forcing another cry from him.
Alex’s eyes went wide, and John leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss, preventing him from shouting and giving them away as Alex pumped out his seed into John’s ass.
When they were both thoroughly spent, John let Alex’s cock slip from his body and rolled to his side.
Alex drew him into his arms, and they settled against each other. “Tell me we can do this again.”
John wanted to say yes. He knew he’d never get enough of this man, but… “It’s dangerous.”
Alex tightened his hold. “I don’t care.”
Was it really that easy for Alex? John had a feeling he always went after what he wanted and always got it. “I… Okay, I don’t either.”
“Good.” Alex kissed the top of his head, and they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
Oct 18, 2016 Filed under: book release, excerpts
Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3) releases on November 15. Preorder information is coming soon. Check out the excerpt and blurb below.
Thorne proposed to Riley. Riley accepted.
Thorne thought that was that. They’d take a nice trip, get married, and spend a week luxuriating in a five-star hotel with occasional excursions to fabulous restaurants.
Riley imagined a traditional wedding with all the trappings. With all their friends and family. At Christmas.
Thorne concedes reluctantly, and a flurry of wedding planning ensues. At the same time, Thorne is wrestling with a recalcitrant client, and Riley and his business partner, Susan, are consumed with renovations and planning for the opening of their bakery. Stress on top of stress makes both Riley and Thorne doubt their relationship, and a major misunderstanding nearly silences the wedding bells.
By the time they reach their happily ever after, they’re both going to deserve all the romance they’ve been dreaming of.
The maître d’ at Bavaria Haus recognized Thorne immediately. “I have your table ready, sir, and your server will bring out the wine you requested right away.”
Bavaria Haus didn’t take reservations unless you were Thornwell Fucking Shipton, and Riley noticed the dirty looks they received from several patrons who were waiting in the crowded lobby. One grumbled about entitled pricks loudly enough for Riley to hear, but if Thorne noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He’d likely heard worse complaints about his behavior that very day at the office.
A server appeared before Riley had a chance to say anything. He opened the wine and started to pour some in Thorne’s glass for him to taste, but Thorne waved his hand toward Riley.
“It’s my partner the wine should impress.”
The man nodded. “Of course, sir.”
Riley nearly laughed at Thorne’s satisfied grin. Thorne really did love when others did his bidding, which made it all the more special that he surrendered so beautifully to Riley.
Riley kept his eyes on Thorne as he sipped the wine, making a show of just how much he liked it. Thorne knew his tastes now: dry, red wine with berry overtones and a hint of smoke.
He sucked the wine off his bottom lip before setting his glass down. By then he was certain Thorne was hard and aching to adjust himself. He was practically panting. Riley might not be an escort anymore, but he hadn’t lost his seduction skills even if he only used them on Thorne now.
He looked up at the waiter. The man’s eyes were wide. Apparently, he wasn’t unaffected either. “Perfect.”
“I… I’m glad you like it, sir.”
The poor server nearly dropped the bottle as he attempted to pour a full glass for Riley. He regained his composure and completed the task, filling Thorne’s glass and then asking if they knew what they’d like.
Riley smiled at Thorne. “Have you chosen for us?”
Thorne relaxed under his attention. Of course he had, but he’d probably thought Riley would bristle at that. He used to, but now he knew it meant Thorne was trying to please him. If he really wanted something else, he could always speak up.
Thorne ordered kartoffelpuffer and beef rouladen, the same appetizer and entrée they’d first eaten here, despite the kartoffelpuffer not being on the current menu. He really was up to something.
When the waiter walked away, Thorne looked at Riley and smiled. “So you do remember?”
“That I ordered this on our first date? Yes.”
“Was that a date?” Thorne asked.
“We wanted to pretend it wasn’t, but yes.”
Riley took a sip of his wine. “So…?”
Thorne was trying so hard to be coy, and it was adorable, but Riley was feeling much too impatient to wait through it all. “You didn’t get reservations tonight and attempt to recreate our first non-date for no reason.”
“Of course I didn’t.” He signaled the waiter who came over immediately. “I had a package delivered here. Would you please bring it now?”
“You can have a package delivered to a restaurant?”
“I can have a package delivered where I damn well please as long as I pay enough.”
Oct 3, 2016 Filed under: contemporary, m/m
Aug 1, 2016 Filed under: book release, contemporary
I’ll be re-releasing Meteor Strike the companion story to Astronomical on August 10. Check out this awesome cover designed by Meredith Russell.
Jul 18, 2016 Filed under: Uncategorized
Fox shifter Luke runs Foxy’s Chicken Shack, known for the best and spiciest chicken in town. For months he’s had his eye on Silas, a young cop who patrols the area around his restaurant. When Silas arrives to question Luke about his cousins’ criminal activities, things blow up, literally, and Silas is injured. Luke will do whatever it takes to see his cousins brought to justice. He might not survive his crazy plan, but if he does, there could be a chance at love for this fox shifter and his cop.
Jun 20, 2016 Filed under: Uncategorized
Thanks to everyone who preordered Astronomical! I donated $464 (preorder royalties rounded to nearest dollar) to Equality Florida’s Gofundme campaign.
Jun 14, 2016 Filed under: book release
I will be donating all proceeds from pre-orders of Astronomical to Equality Florida’s Gofundme campaign for families of the victims of the Orlando shootings.
Apr 30, 2016 Filed under: book release, contemporary, m/m
Several months ago Thorne hired Riley as an escort. They fell hard for each other and ultimately made their relationship personal rather than professional. Every moment they spend in bed is pure bliss, but good sex can’t solve all their problems as they struggle to make things work between them. Thorne convinces Riley to move in with him, but their differences in age and income weigh more heavily on Riley once they share a home.
If that weren’t enough, culinary school is turning out to be a disappointment for Riley rather than a dream come true, and he’s considering the daunting prospect of starting his own business. Thorne wants to swoop in and fix everything, but Riley keeps refusing Thorne’s money or advice, feeling like he’s losing control over his own life.
Thorne and Riley will have to rely on their love for each other to help them find the balance between independence and entanglement.