STRIP AWAY THE BADGE! FIVE HOT NEW COP STORIES OUT TODAY!

Available Now at Amber Allure! Five smokin’ AMBER PAX stories. Buy one or buy ’em all! 

Purchase Link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2238-AmberPax-Strip-Away-The-Badge.aspx

Check ’em out!

Always the Perfect Moment by K-Lee Klein purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2233-Always-The-Perfect-Moment.aspx

Always The Perfect Moment

(Book 2 of the Perfect Moments series)

Bryan Monroe took a chance when he told Chrys Delos, his best friend and partner on the police force, that he loved him, but he never thought he’d get so lucky when Chrys returned the feelings. Now, although he and Chrys are over-the-moon happy, Bryan wants to take their relationship to the next level in two big ways.

Chrys has healed nicely from the gunshot wound that could have cost him his life. But now that it’s time for him to return to work, he and his partner-turned-lover must navigate their new relationship on the job.

It’s one thing to clearly define the love they feel for each other, but it could be an entirely new challenge when they tell their friends and family about the change in their partnership…

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (25k words)

A Cop and a Con by Deirdre O’Dare purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2234-A-Cop-And-A-Con.aspx

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When a cop and a newly released convict cross paths, few cons can expect anything but a cold shoulder and mistrust. Struggling back to the home he knows no longer exists, Ike Hernandez meets a cop who seems to be different. He isn’t sure he can believe the kindness he receives will continue. Still, he wants to learn to trust again and regain his lost self-respect.

Perry Parker became a law enforcement officer because he wanted to help people. He’d seen first-hand the results of poverty, alcohol and drug abuse, a crumbling economy and the insidious effects of peer pressure and bad examples on the youth. He’d watched hardship trickle down to crush the youngest and weakest. He found there was not a lot he could do, but now and then he discovered someone he could help. Would the lost man with the little dog that he picked up one bitter cold and stormy night be one of them?

Pursuing tales about a new drug dealer in his county, Perry starts to doubt the man he’s befriended, but he still feels Ike is a decent person. When the real dealers seek to take advantage of the convict’s past, it takes Perry and his unofficial canine partner and the little stray Ike had adopted to save the day. Can a cop, a con, and two dogs make an unorthodox family?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Interracial / Multicultural 
Heat Level: 2 
Length: Novella (23k words)

I Love You, Goodbye by A.J. Llewellyn  purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2235-Honeybone-Book-5-I-Love-You-Goodbye.aspx

Honeybone, Book 5: I Love You, Goodbye

(Book 5 of the Honeybone series – Author’s note this title can be read as a standalone and does not need to be read in sequence)

Retired U.S. Marshal Dean Honeybone, his life-partner Jean-Luc, and their daughter Kaia have started a new life in Austin, TX. Jean-Luc has taken over a restaurant and has hired their neighbor, Manda-Jane Witten, as part of his kitchen staff.

Dean, Jean-Luc, Kaia, and even their dog Michael have come to adore Manda-Jane and her husband, Parker. During violent storms that shake Texas, Dean learns that Manda-Jane is deathly afraid of water, and when the couple’s home is flooded, Manda-Jane and Parker come to stay chez Honeybone, which serves to deepen the bond between the two families.

But when a mysterious cousin of Parker’s namded Ronnie arrives to help the Wittens repair their home, Dean becomes suspicious of him, convinced the guy has done serious prison time. Though Ronnie soon returns to his home in Birmingham, strange things start happening over at the Witten home.

And then the couple disappears.

Dean becomes worried for their safety and teams up with an active U.S. Marshal to track them down. Kaia, however, seems to think he’s too late. She keeps saying they’re gone and that Dean has to listen to the song “I Love You, Goodbye” to understand the reason why…

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller / Action / Adventure / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (27k words)

On Bryson by D.J. Manly purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2236-On-Bryson.aspx

On Bryson

A few years ago, Soren became involved with the wrong man, and all he wanted to do was get away from a life connected to the mob. But now, here he is yet again, right back in that world, running a nightclub called The Sand Dune for the Gambini crime family. Never does he expect to meet the love of his life there, let alone that the man who comes into his nightclub is a cop on a rampage trying to discover who shot his cousin.

But now that Sergeant Bryson Accurso’s at The Sand Dune investigating, Soren’s been given orders to “be on him” at all times. And after one look at the sexy lawman, Soren immediately realizes his orders will be far too easy for him to follow…and he intends to follow those instructions to the letter.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Action / Adventure / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (39k words)

Unobtainable by Shawn Lane purchase link: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2237-Unobtainable.aspx

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Scott O’Hara and Edgar Lopez have been partners in the homicide unit of Haydon Cliff’s Police Department for the last couple of years. Edgar is openly gay and a bit of a player. Though Scott is also gay, he keeps it to himself. Even from Edgar. Until one night, a slightly drunk Scott initiates sex between them. Scott doesn’t expect the sex to be repeated. He doesn’t do one-night stands or have casual sex-buddies. But Edgar has other ideas and Scott can’t seem to resist his sexy partner.

While they try to solve the mystery of who is murdering Haydon Cliff’s homeless, they also try to solve the mystery of whether Edgar’s heart can really be unobtainable.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Interracial / Multicultural
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (13k words)

 

TIKI TIME! AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: SCOTT BURY – WIN A FREE KINDLE EBOOK!

 

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Aloha Gang! Today we’re going to meet the awesome SCOTT BURY, author of TORN ROOTS, a new LEI CRIME WORLD NOVELLA. We have a juicy new excerpt never posted anywhere and he’s on the hot seat about to be grilled with some probing questions! To check out this book, click the link:

here: http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Kindle-Worlds-Novella-ebook/dp/B012PK5HJ6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1438889026&sr=8-1&keywords=scott+bury

BUT post a comment and you’ll enter the draw to win a free kindle copy! Winner announced Sunday!

 

 1. Hi Scott, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask some really intrusive…er, I mean informative questions.
That’s hard to say. I’m partial to vodka and tonic, but occasionally I like spiced rum and ginger ale. Have the boys make one of each. Light on the ice.

2. Will do! What is your favorite swimwear? Are you a Speedo guy?
I’ve never felt comfortable in a Speedo. I like best the kind of trunks that come about half-way down the thigh. I know that, as a dad, I should wear knee-length trunks, but I find they slow me down in the water too much.

3. I’ll just pretend you’re wearing a Speedo then! Are you a sun-worshipper? Do you tan, burn, or do you prefer a fake bake or none at all?
Definitely not a sun worshipper. As a descendant of people from northern climes and one born and bred in the wilderness of Manitoba, I have sun-averse skin. I burn like crazy. While I do like to lie on a beach to write (what’s taking so long with those drinks? Interviewing is thirsty work), I need lots of sunscreen, a hat, an umbrella or a tree for shade and lots of hydration. Finlandia is my favorite brand of hydration, by the way.

4. Finlandia, huh? I’ll check it out! What’s your favorite beach in all the world?
Umm… that’s a tall order. I haven’t been to all of them, yet. I guess one that’s warm, has no other people on it but still has an unlimited supply of Finlandia, tonic and ice. Do you know where that is?

5. Is that a trick question? The answer is somewhere in Hawaii! Now, imagine you’re stuck on a deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.
Well, dead people would start to smell bad after a while. So I’ll take six living people.
1: my wife, Roxanne, of course.
2: Nigella Lawson – easy on the eyes, and it would be good to have a second person along who can cook.
3. Bruce Springsteen, with guitar, for tunes.
4. Chuck Pahlaniuk to talk about writing.
5. Toby Neal to talk about writing, too, and also another fair-skinned person who obviously has figured out how to live on a tropical island. Of course, she’ll probably be mad that I marooned her on this island with me.
6.  Someone who knows how to distill vodka from whatever grows on this island.

As for the meal: fresh-caught fish roasted over an open fire, with local veggies and spices, and a flinty chablis. For dessert, local fruit with dark chocolate and black coffee.

Ah, here are the drinks. To literature!

Great answers Scott. I want to be marooned with you! And now for that excerpt and some links!

Torn Roots: Excerpt

The Activist

 

Rowan paused her tirade to let the members behind her take up a chant. “Maui shores for Maui! We don’t want offshore cash. Maui shores for Maui! We don’t need offshore land-grabs.”

A good crowd had gathered. In addition to the stymied construction crew, there were cops, a few locals, the corporate owners, of course, and media. Local TV, newspapers, radio station. Good work, Rowan, she thought.

Her eyes scanned back and forth, and then she spotted someone who made her heart stop for a second. What the hell was Sam Boyko doing at her protest? But there he was: long and lanky, curly dark hair, wide shoulders… “Crap,” she muttered. Sam was the last person she wanted to think about today.

A siren wailed once and two police SUVs drove onto the sight, lights flashing as they threaded their way between the cars and construction vehicles. Four uniformed officers, two men and two women, climbed out. Excellent, Rowan thought. This will ensure we get into the press.

One cop stepped between Rowan and the onlookers. “This is an unlicensed, illegal protest,” he announced. “I’ll give you all two minutes to clear off this property, and then I’ll arrest anyone who’s on this construction site without authorization.”

The Asian man in the gray suit stepped up to Rowan, offering a business card. “Ms. Fields, Enterprise Shore LLC understands your group’s concern. I assure you, we have done a thorough environmental assessment and our construction plans and methods will have the least possible impact on the fragile ecosystems of the shoreline as well as the forest.” He spoke flawless, carefully learned English.

Rowan swept the business card out of the man’s hand and threw it on the ground, her hair swirling around her shoulders the way she had hoped it would. “I’ve read all Enterprise Shore’s propaganda. None of us has time for your corporation’s lies, and neither does the environment.”

Then the construction manager, that creep, Tyler Lopes stepped forward and picked the business card off the ground. “Come on, Rowan, nobody’s hurting the environment here. Take Mr. Liu’s card. We’ll give you all the grand tour of the marina, the housing project, everything.” When Rowan did not take the card, he stepped closer. Rowan wanted to hit him, but she held herself still in front of the TV cameras. She couldn’t believe her eyes when Tyler slipped the card into her shirt pocket, fingers almost brushing her breast.

“I told you to stay away from me, Lopes,” she growled.

 

About Torn Roots

By Scott Bury

 

Hawaii is known for volcanoes and sandy beaches. Beauty and danger reign.

After breaking a case of murdered poachers in Maui’s national park, Detective Pono Kaihale accepts a short-term position as Acting Lieutenant in Hana on the island’s rain-forest coast. He is looking forward to redirecting lost hikers and moderating mild lovers’ spats, and enjoying the natural beauty of the southeast shore. But by his second week on the job, Pono finds trouble here comes in unexpected forms.

As environmentalists, property developers, protesters, arsonists, kidnappers and a rogue Homeland Security agent converge on his new post, Pono feels like the eye of a brewing storm. And when a new FBI agent gets involved, Pono realizes the stakes are much higher than a quiet period in his career.

Lives will be lost if he doesn’t solve this mystery quickly.

 

Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Kindle-Worlds-Novella-ebook/dp/B012PK5HJ6/

 

Torn Roots combines exciting new characters with favorites of readers of the Lei Crime series by bestselling author Toby Neal.

 

About the author

Scott Bury is a journalist, editor and writer living in Ottawa, Canada. His articles have been published in newspapers and magazines in Canada, the US, UK and Australia, including Macworld, the Ottawa Citizen, the Financial Post, Marketing, Canadian Printer, Applied Arts, PEM, Workplace, Advanced Manufacturing and others.

Born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, he grew up in Thunder Bay, Ontario. He holds a BA from Carleton University’s School of Journalism. He has two sons, an orange cat and a loving wife who puts up with a lot.

 

Torn Roots is his first Kindle Worlds work. He is also the author of the historical magic realism novel The Bones of the Earth, the erotic-romantic spoof One Shade of Red, the memoir Army of Worn Soles, and the Jet Kindle World novella, JET – Stealth.

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And follow him on Twitter @ScottTheWriter

 

SIX BOOKS LIVE TODAY: Lei Crime Kindle Worlds Stories out NOW!

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Six Authors Are releasing books in the amazing Lei Crime Kindle Worlds Series based on best-selling author Toby Neal’s amazing novels.

Here’s the purchase link for my offering, COFFEE and KUKUI NUTS (Featuring explosives expert Abe Torufu)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0131RE4FA/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk

Click the link for sample chapters and to Buy! BUY!

Hawaiian explosives expert Abe Torufu looks forward to a day trip on Oahu helping his sister Meleny taste-test wedding cakes. Abe loves cake almost as much as malasadas, but something deadly interrupts their plans for butter cream and spongy goodness. A bomb.
Abe unwittingly uncovers a near-fatal plot in a marriage gone awry and soon becomes the target of not one but two hit men. He now requires round-the-clock protection from a U.S. Marshal. But not only is Tony McCracken skinny and shorter than the big Tongan detective, but Abe doesn’t need protection.
Well, that’s until McCracken saves his life in a spectacular way when one of the bad guys finds him. What started as a fun, family day becomes a nightmare and Abe must touch a stranger with his life. Can he? Or is he in big, bad, Hawaiian trouble? Will he live long enough to walk his sister down the flower-strewn, tapa-carpeted aisle, or is there worse to come?

 

Also check out Scott Bury’s book: TORN ROOTS (Featuring Pono Kaihale)

http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Kindle-Worlds-Novella-ebook/dp/B012PK5HJ6/

Hawaii is known for volcanoes and sandy beaches. Beauty and danger reign.

After breaking a case of murdered poachers in Maui’s national park, Detective Pono Kaihale accepts a short-term position as Acting Lieutenant in Hana on the island’s rain-forest coast. He is looking forward to redirecting lost hikers and moderating mild lovers’ spats, and enjoying the natural beauty of the southeast shore. But by his second week on the job, Pono finds trouble here comes in unexpected forms.

As environmentalists, property developers, protesters, arsonists, kidnappers and a rogue Homeland Security agent converge on his new post, Pono feels like the eye of a brewing storm. And when a new FBI agent gets involved, Pono realizes the stakes are much higher than a quiet period in his career.

Lives will be lost if he doesn’t solve this mystery quickly.

 

And another great book out today by a wonderful author! Christine Nolfi releases The Shell Seeker (Featuring Lei Texeira)

Amazon Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Keeper-Kindle-Novella-ebook/dp/B00VQWU8QM/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438370460&sr=1-6&keywords=christine+nolfi

Thanks to her aunt’s unwanted generosity, policewoman Lei Texeira has embarked on a vacation—of the supernatural sort. She’s staying on the beach in a frothy mansion that resembles a baker’s confection. Pixie, a Southern belle with enough bling to open a shop on Rodeo Drive, manages the place.

When Pixie reveals a local woman reputed to have psychic powers wants to meet Lei, the invitation is anything but welcome.

What Lei discovers about the sorcery of belief, and the love promised to her future will begin to heal wounds she’s carried for far too long.

 

Eden Baylee’s Seal of a Monk is also available…and she is awesome!

Amazon Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Kindle-Worlds-Novella-ebook/dp/B012OW06AK/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438370631&sr=1-3&keywords=eden+baylee

The ancient jungles of Kauai provide the perfect setting for self-discovery.

Despite the terror she experienced on her last trip, Lainey Lee returns to Hawaii to manage a silent meditation course on the Coconut Coast. Twenty-five women are under her care for ten days in a beautiful and remote location. Lainey expects to find inner peace, but four days into the course, one of the meditators disappears without a trace.

Did the girl leave of her own free will, or was she lured away by a strange cult? Lainey is frantic to answer these questions. As her desperation grows, she finds help from an unexpected source—a retired Navy SEAL named Maximillian Scott.

Now, Lainey has two mysteries to solve: what happened to the missing girl and the case of her own heart. Can she ever trust a man again?

 

And from author Lucas Kana comes PRINCESS EYES Part 1 (featuring Lei’s husband, Lt. Michael Stevens) 

Amazon Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Princess-Kindle-Novella-ebook/dp/B0112XDZ8C/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438370760&sr=1-1&keywords=princess+eyes

Princess Eyes by Lucas Kana (Suspense: Murder Mystery)

Geeky Honolulu Lieutenant, Michael Stevens, teams up to investigate a series of homicides with Jenna Brooke, a streetwise psychologist for the FBI, which leads to the mysterious disappearance of a local beauty queen known as ‘Princess Eyes.’

Timeline: 10 years before Blood Orchids in a semi-alternate universe where Stevens starts out as a nerd.

 

Author Julie C. Gilbert presents MONEY MAKES IT DEADLIER (featuring Lei’s best friend, special agent Marcella Scott)

Amazon Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Lei-Crime-Deadlier-Novella-Defining-ebook/dp/B012UMA8AW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438370908&sr=1-1&keywords=money+makes+it+deadlier

Money can buy many things, but can it purchase a permanent solution to divorce?

Martin Cantrell would like to know the answer to that question. He has money, respect, and power, but he also has a monthly alimony payment that’s making him miserable. When a friend offers to deal with the “ex” problem for a fee, he can hardly say no. Time is of the essence. The life insurance policy on his ex-wife expires in less than two months.

Unaware of the plans set in motion, Special Agent Marcella Scott goes about her business as usual, only now, she finally has an excuse to dress up on the job. She’s been asked to go undercover to check out some banks. One of the branches just happens to be managed by Martin Cantrell’s ex-wife.

What’s an agent to do when a perfectly peaceful morning turns into a hostage-taking standoff?

INDEPENDENCE DAYS – BDSM VOYAGES BOOK 3 is OUT NOW!

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OUT NOW!

We are self-publishing several old and new titles over at www.djajbooks.com. So stay tuned! Freshly delivered, piping hot out of the oven, Independence Daze: BDSM Voyages Book 3!

Paul and Hamish may be married but that doesn’t mean their sex life has to be a snore fest. These guys always give each other exactly what they need when they can find time in their busy lives. In between feeding Hamish’s ravenous, pregnant sister, and negotiating relationships with deadbeat, rock star fathers, the lovers are always looking for ways to spice things up. This time, an overworked Paul is in for it when Hamish decides to take him on a special retreat that involves a yurt, a Peruvian shaman, and some noxious liquid that wipes out all limits to the imagination. Independence Day never saw anything like this coming!

Purchase Links:

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MALCOLM at MIDNIGHT a SUPERPAX WEREWOLF NOVEL OUT NOW!

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Malcolm at Midnight and the mystery of Zzyzx Road

By A.J. Llewellyn

 

Malcolm at Midnight: Purchase Link and info: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2224-Malcolm-At-Midnight.aspx

When I signed up for the “Beware the Beast” SUPER PAX™ Anthology I knew right away I wanted to write about two insecure, frightened men, both of whom are afraid of their inner werewolves.

I also wanted to use Zzyzx Road, a strange place in the middle of the Mojave Desert between Los Angeles on the -15 Freeway – and Las Vegas, Nevada.

Many years ago, I was a boxing writer and I drove past that street sign every weekend. I always wondered what was  on the other side of it. What mystery would I find off the spooky Zzyzx Road?

Zzyzx (pronounced Zie-zecks, rhyming with Isaacs) has apparently intrigued other drivers too because one enterprising filmmaker, Jon Penney, immortalized it in a horror movie (but changed the name to Zyzzyx),which has the distinction of being the lowest-earning movie of all time. It made $30.

Well, I never saw it but I still felt compelled to include it in a pivotal sequence in my story. I had an experience on Zzyzx Road coming back from Vegas one weekend when my tire blew out. I called AAA, and it took forever for help to come. Unfortunately my dog, Venus, was with me and I was stunned to see gigantic condors circling my car. Who did they think was near death? Me or my dog?

I was relieved when the AAA guy arrived. He changed my tire, informed me it was a donut and that it would never get me back to L.A. That was not good news. He escorted me off the shoulder of the freeway and onto Zzyzx Road. What a revelation.

 

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I’d never been anyplace like it. Dogs chained in backyards, guys cooking drugs in trailers that emitted a strong, but unidentifiable scent of cleaning products, and a general air of menace. They also sold suspicious looking tires for exorbitant amounts… I politely said “no thanks” to shelling three hundred bucks for a tire that frankly looked bald.

“This is the high desert,” one of them said. “We can charge what we like.” I agreed. Didn’t mean I was gonna pay them for it.

I declined the tire and took my time driving back to L.A. I did find one in Barstow for a hundred. Still high, but not bad. And meanwhile, an idea was born. And here it is. I hope you read and enjoy Malcolm at Midnight. I loved every moment of writing it.

Malcolm at Midnight: Purchase Link and info: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2224-Malcolm-At-Midnight.aspx

Malcolm Harding yearns for freedom, for the ability to make his own choices and even his own mistakes. Instead, he’s forced to give up college to care for his mother in her secluded home in the windswept California town of Cambria. Miriam’s mind is slipping into the abyss of Alzheimer’s and she’s becoming increasingly unpredictable and violent. Unfortunately, uder the terms of his father’s will, Malcolm cannot institutionalize her or place her into assisted living.

Yet something else keeps him with Miriam—he is desperate to learn the fate of the three beloved horses he left in her care during his one and only college year. But Miriam can’t, or won’t, tell him what she did with them. She calls Malcolm a beast and seems intent on crushing his spirit, if not his mind and body as well.

Gilby McCall is a personal chef with the unusual job of preparing meals for an orthodox Jewish couple. But soon the work becomes intense and alarming when they pile extra duties on him. When he is suddenly fired, Gilby accepts an invitation to take part in a cooking contest in Las Vegas. Before he leaves, however, Fate brings him to Cambria, where he meets the handsome, mysterious Malcolm Harding.

Although both men clearly have secrets and personal problems to overcome, they are strangely drawn to one another. Yet before they can explore the possibility of a romantic relationship, sinister forces intervene, revealing the beasts hidden deep within themselves…

Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Werewolf / Mystery / Detective
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novel (41k words / TBD paperback pages)

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A NOTE BEFORE PURCHASING: This title is part of the Beware The Beast AmberSuperPax™ Collection. To purchase this title individually, simply use the shopping cart on this page. To purchase this title as part of the entire AmberSuperPax™, however, and receive an even greater discount off our normal retail price, use the shopping cart on the Beware The Beast AmberSuperPax™ page.

 

CRICKET and BISCUITS – OUT NOW!

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“I have a question for you sir, is time travel possible?” 
These were the memorable, often-quoted words from the romantic time travel movie, Somewhere in Time. They have prompted conversation, observations, essays, entire weekends devoted to the idea (yes, there are Somewhere in Time weekends, people!) and for me, they were the inspiration behind my new book, Cricket and Biscuits, one of five stories in the new Amber PAX™ Reeling Through the Years Collection.
When I signed up for this particular PAX I was so excited. I love time travel as a subject and have obsessed on it since I saw the movie Brigadoon as a kid. I loved that dancer Gene Kelly magically goes back in time to a Scottish town that only appears once every hundred years for a single day. I fretted as I watched it. How would Gene find the town again and the woman he’d fallen in love with if he returned to his daily life?
Even as a young girl I was a dreamer, a romantic, and I always wanted a happy ending. As time went on and I saw more time travel movies, some of them were scary and had a devastating impact. Remember the amazing Time After Time, in which H.G. Wells (who wrote the definitive time travel novel, The Time Machine, follows Jack the Ripper to modern-day New York City?
Jack was played by one of my favorite actors, the truly great David Warner, and in one scene Wells tries to convince him to return to the past asking if he realizes he’s out of time in the big apple. Jack scoffs at the suggestion, indicating the violence he sees all over the TV in his hotel room. “We don’t belong here? On the contrary, Herbert. I belong here completely and utterly. I’m home.”
Chilling stuff.
Midnight in Paris restored my faith in the utter romance of the genre. I loved that movie. Though I enjoyed the equally romantic Leopold and Kate, it was missing something for me. With Midnight in Paris, Woody Allen tapped into everything I cherish about the idea of time travel. Who among us wouldn’t love the chance to go back and visit with someone they love?
For me, I’d love to go back and see my mum though I don’t recall a time she wasn’t sick in bed, riddled with cancer. I wouldn’t want to see her suffering again because it still hurts my heart, but I’d give anything to hug her and kiss her and just be with her. I never got the chance as a child. She was so ill and never wanted me or my brothers to see her the way she was. She died in a Sydney hospital when I was six. I never got to say goodbye to her.
I’ve visited the subject of time travel in some of my books, including Out of TimeBalthazar Starblitz and some of Phantom LoverWaikiki WizardChildren of the Rainbow, and Waikiki Vampire stories.
I have always wondered, and asked many friends, “If you could travel back in time, would you?”
What if you can’t change the past?
What, however, if you could?
I am so in love with the idea of going back that I took inspiration from the lovely, hauntingSomewhere in Time, playing the soundtrack constantly as I wrote Cricket and Biscuits. I have always loved the idea that love outshines and outlasts everything. Even death. I am reminded often as I write, of a wonderful line from Brigadoon when the old man tells Gene Kelly,
“I told ye, if you love someone deeply enough, anything is possible … even miracles.”
I hope you check out Cricket and Biscuits and the other fine offerings in this collection of heartfelt stories. Don’t forget to leave a comment for the chance to win all five!
Cricket and Biscuits by A.J. Llewellyn: http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2207-Cricket-And-Biscuits.aspx
Dance choreographer Michael Makris has the chance to go back in time to find his recently deceased husband, John. Encountering his lost love is magical and romantic, but Michael soon bounces back to the last place he wants to be—the present.
 
Clementime, the gifted witch who sent him back to the moment he first met his husband, tells Michael that John wants him to move forward, without him. Clementime also cryptically reports that John said, “Life isn’t all cricket and biscuits.”
 
But can Michael give up the love of his life, or will he find a way to go back and fight for it?
Genres: Gay, Contemporary / Time Travel / Paranormal / The Arts / Mystery
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (25k words)
Excerpt:
…“Michael, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m very sure.” Six weeks I’d waited, and the stress and tension had almost killed me. I’d only discussed my plan with one person, my best friend, Howie. He was the one who’d told me about the witch in the first place.
My hands were still shaking, so I slid them beneath my thighs, sitting on them atop Clementime’s red velvet sofa. That thing was not as comfy as it looked. I tried not to stare at her bric-a-brac, or wonder about cooties on the sofa. Her place looked so normal outside. Like every other small beach cottage on Superba Avenue in Venice. Inside, it resembled the kind of jumble sale I’d seen on desperate people’s front lawns. The unmistakable stench of eau-de-cat-piss invaded the cramped space, but I saw no kitties in sight. In a gloomy corner over her left shoulder, I spotted a tree-shaped plant stand and felt a shiver of alarm. All the plants were dead.
Don’t look at them. Don’t think about it. You can’t back out now.
“I know you’re the one who can help me,” I said, as her lovely, almond-shaped green eyes seemed to bore into my soul. Howie said she had a massive ego, and I’d been stroking it ever since I first made contact with her.
Howie had a friend who’d been to Clementime and had experienced her promises of time travel. She had wanted to connect with her mom who’d died and was very happy with the results, according to Howie.
Clementime said nothing for a moment. I still couldn’t get over the whimsical aspect to her name and wondered if she’d changed it from “Clementine” to “Clementime,” but she always got mad when I asked too many questions. I held my breath, worried that she was going to send me away. After all, she’d been difficult to get hold of, and even harder to pin down to an appointment. She’d asked me to think about it, pointing out certain dangers in going back in time.
“You might not cope with what you find out,” she’d said on the phone. “Once you go into the past, I can’t bring you back to the present, unless you and I happen to connect and we repeat the process.”
“Is that likely?” I asked. “That I run into you in another place and time?”
“Oh, yes.” She’d sort of chuckled. “You and I have danced together before, Michael.”
I had no idea what that meant, exactly. I knew I wasn’t much of a dancer in this life. I suspected she wasn’t referring to actual dancing, but didn’t care. I wanted to be with the man I loved. Going on without him was no longer an option.
My soul was in torment. “I don’t care where I am in time, as long as I’m with him.” I fidgeted on the sofa, recalling our earlier chat. Having accepted me as a client, Clementime spent an awful lot of time trying to dissuade me from taking the plunge. I kept thinking about the movie Kate and Leopold. I got goose bumps every time I thought about the moment Leopold told Kate’s brother, “I am the man who loves your sister.”
John loved me like that. He really did. If he had survived me and could have found a way to go back in time so we could begin again, he would. I was sure of that. But since he was gone and I was here, and I could do it, I went for it.
“Oh,” Clementime had said when I told her what I wanted. “Going back in time is easy peasy for me, when the other person is alive. It’s a little trickier when they’re dead…”

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Scarecrows and Devils by T.A. Chase

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Ace Castle, detective in the Detroit Homicide Unit, works in the paranormal division known as the 77th Precinct. He and his partner deal with the weird, odd, and downright strange cases popping up in the city. Ace has been doing the unusual work since he started at the DPD, and since then, he has learned that the monsters children swear are under their beds just might really be there.

Now, when a girl is murdered in the city, it’s up to Ace and his partner to find the killer along with his motive for ending her life. Yet Ace soon discovers the victim was no ordinary human, but an Undine, and he’s pretty sure her killer is also one of those aforementioned monsters.

Finding a murderer is hard enough without constant interference from demon lords and fallen angels, so when Dulles, a fallen angel Ace has known for years, is determined to make Ace fall in love with him, his job soon becomes twice as difficult…

Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Witchcraft / Magic / Paranormal / Mystery / Detective / Action / Adventure
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Novella (32k words)

 

Crazy Joe by A.J. Llewellyn and D.J. Manly

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Montana Delray, a hot, good-looking New Orleans detective, had it made until his captain found him fooling around with his son at the office Christmas party. Even a gold shield and a medal for valor can’t save him from being busted down and transferred to the last place any cop wants to go—the 77th Precinct.

Detective Joe Hunter, nicknamed “Crazy Joe” because he has the sixth sense, flounders in a department where everyone has their “idiosyncrasies.” Then Montana Delray walks through the doors of the 77th and turns psychic Joe’s world upside down.

For the two mismatched detectives, is the 77th Precinct a nightmare or their destiny?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller / Paranormal / Psychic Phenomena / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (25k words)

 

Lime Gelatin and Other Monsters by Angel Martinez (Part of the Offbeat Crimes series)

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What good is a squad of cops with psychic abilities if all of them are defective?

Officer Kyle Monroe’s encounter with a strange gelatinous creature in an alley leaves him scarred and forever changed, revealing odd abilities he wishes he didn’t have and earning him reassignment to Philadelphia’s 77th Precinct where all the cops have defective paranormal abilities.

Just as Kyle’s starting to adjust to his fellow misfit squad mates, his new partner arrives. Tall, physically perfect, reserved, and claiming he has no broken psychic talents, Vikash Soren irritates Kyle in every way. But as much as he’d like to hate Vikash, Kyle finds himself oddly drawn to him, their non-abilities meshing in unexpected ways.

Now, if Kyle and Vikash can learn to work together, they just might be able to stop the mysterious killer who has been leaving mutilated bodies along the banks of the Schuylkill.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Paranormal / Mystery / Detective / Romantic Comedy / Action / Adventure / Series
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (19k words)

Eye for the Prize by Darcy Abriel

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Detective Larke Ava doesn’t believe in magic or the paranormal. And he joined the Seattle PD in order to uncover and expose the unscrupulous, those like his mother and his brothers. Larke has few cherished memories of growing up on Vashon Island, except for the time he spent with his best friend, Roan Dwellen. But Roan, the adventurer, with a belief in the magical running deep in his veins, left the island when he was eighteen on a mission for his family—his Roma tribe—leaving Larke behind.

Now a part of Seattle’s 77th Precinct, Larke has been assigned a new case—to discover the secrets behind a recovered stolen artifact named the Eye of Anu. Little does Larke realize the unique artifact is about to change his life. Not only will it reunite him with the boyhood friend he has never forgotten, but it also draws the attention of dangerous foes, including his own family, who will stop at nothing to acquire it.

Soon, caught between the family he’s always tried to love but couldn’t, and the best friend he could not stop loving but doesn’t necessarily trust, and all the while tempered by his duty to the city he serves, Larke’s next move could mean live or death—especially his own.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Paranormal
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (17k words)

The Door Keeper by Hurri Cosmo

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The Minneapolis/St. Paul 77th police precinct has been labeled a group of misfits, but it’s actually rather unfair. In reality, the precinct has plenty of talent in its midst…paranormal talent. Of course, no one on the “outside” really knows that. And Nick, the boss of the 77th, keeps his team busy chasing, capturing, and returning to where they belong all those creepy-crawly things that tend to go “bump” in the night. Together, the officers of the 77th keep the twin cities safe and totally unaware that doors to other realms even exist, while Nick, the Door Keeper, maintains order in what would otherwise be chaos.

But chaos has materialized in the form of a dangerous vampire. Viciously brutal, he is a killing machine and must be stopped at all costs. So the last thing Nick needs is another partner, especially one as sexy and distracting as Arrain.

Yet Arrain intends to be far more than just a partner. He has come to be paired with Nick, something Nick cannot allow, mainly because he has a secret that he intends to keep.

Arrain, however, has a few secrets of his own, and one thing he knows is that the vampire intends to not only kill the Door Keeper, but to take his power. Now, Arrain might be the only one who can save Nick, and the twin cities, from total destruction.

Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Paranormal / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller / Action / Adventure
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (36k words)

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OnlyYou

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The psychic said he’d fall in love but when two men match her description, what’s a man to do?…

Ky Maxwell is a PR guy who’s desperate for work. When his cushy movie studio job disappears, he tries everything to find new employment until his former boss takes pity on him and refers him to a major movie studio about to go into production on a huge sci-fi trilogy.

Ky’s excited about the project until his prospective employer, Lisa Bird, insists she needs to do an astrological chart of Ky and a psychic reading as part of the interview. His crazy maybe-boss predicts a new man coming into Ky’s life. This new man will have a fire sign, she claims, is probably a Leo, his first name will start with a “T,” and he will be in his early 30s.

Ky, however, couldn’t be less interested in her prediction. He needs work, and love won’t pay the bills. Unfortunately, Ky doesn’t get the job because Lisa believes he isn’t a team player and because their stars are out of alignment. That would be fine, except that the reading she gave him proves to be frighteningly accurate.

Soon, Ky has no idea which of the two wonderful new guys he meets is his “forever man.” How can he choose? Or will they, too, vanish as fast as Ky’s last paycheck?

NOTE: This story was previously published with the ISBN: 978-1-62232–1124. This reissued version of the story has been revised and reedited.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Interracial / Multicultural
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (23k words)

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Come to where the flavor is—crazy Aussie outback cowboy country, where men are men and kangaroos are nervous…

When photographer’s assistant Gary Holland meets three Australian underpants models—all called Bruce—on what should be a routine shoot in L.A., it turns out to be anything but. He falls for the geekiest, yet sexiest, Bruce of them all, but soon learns Bruce has not only never been with another man but is an anxious virgin.

Bruce lives in the whimsically named town of Come By Chance in northern New South Wales, population 178. After a torrid fling starts in California, Bruce wants Gary to visit him in the land down under. Shocks, laughter, love, a shy kangaroo named Phillip, a goose called Zeus, and a tractor that thinks it’s a horse soon welcome Gary to a life he never thought he’d want to live.

Can two men who are such opposites make a life together? Does love like this really come by chance?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day) / Action / Adventure / Romantic Comedy / Ménage (M/M/M) / Group Sex / Voyeurism
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (22k words)

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Excerpt:

..Once we’d refueled, we could jump on the freeway heading north to the Ojai Valley.

Cruising down Century Boulevard, they all seemed to be intrigued by everything. Bruce Two pointed to a billboard announcing the end of the world on May twenty-first. I couldn’t believe it was still up there, even though this proclamation had been a fiasco for the nutty preacher, Harold Camping. How come nobody had defaced the damned thing? Where were all the L.A. street taggers when you needed them?

Bruce Three thought this was “bloody funny, mate.” And, of course, he took a picture.

I found myself defending my city, trying to assure him the billboard’s presence was a mistake. “It shouldn’t still be up there. They all thought the world would explode and there’d be no need to take them down.”

He nodded, not in the least bit interested. At the corner of Sepulveda, his eyes popped open wide.

“Christ! Struth! Is that a prostitute?” He pointed at a young woman in a skimpy gym outfit, carrying one of those ubiquitous yoga mats everyone carries in L.A. She’d just walked out of 24 Hour Fitness.

“No. She’s waiting to cross the road.” Too late. He pressed the switch and lowered his window.

“Excuse me,” he shouted at her. “Are you a genuine prostitute?”

Lord, was I embarrassed. His friends in the backseat roared with laughter. She looked mortified, and I gunned the gas, almost getting into an accident. Of course, he took a picture.

I seethed all the way up La Cienega Boulevard. The Bruces asked how to pronounce it. They were pretty funny. I wondered how they all got selected as the men of Beach Body Brigade. Turns out the first two were professional models who had no idea their agents had submitted them to the contest. Bruce Three had won a magazine contest run simultaneously.

“Yeah,” he said in a casual tone. “I got hired because I have a huge dick.”

“Excuse me?” I was so startled, I almost rear-ended an SUV with a sticker reading,I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather…not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car, on the back window.

“He didn’t ask me for one,” Bruce Virgil chimed in.

“Me neither,” Bruce Owen said.

“The photographer…what’s his name? Duke? He asked me for a nude photo. He said the company wanted a big dick for the new Mega Underwear line.”

I didn’t know what to say. Oh, boy. That sounds like Duke. He’s such a horn dog.

“Wanna see it?” he asked. The other guys in the back seat were laughing their asses off.

My slippery hands, thanks to Bruce Three’s tanning goop, fell off the wheel. Was he barking mad?

His friends in the back laughed.

“I have a girlfriend,” he said, his face turning red. “I just thought you’d like a gander. Not here or anything. You know, later. In the loo, maybe.”

If he was straight, why was he so eager to show me his cock? I turned to look at him. Bits of tissue had stuck to his skin and his face now looked like an abstract painting of red, orange, and white dots.

“Good for you.” I felt this was the safest response. “Not that I’m a size queen or anything.” Oops. I’d just told them all that I was gay.

“They’re poofs too,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. His voice grew louder. “I am not.”

“Really?” Bruce One asked. “Then why did your cock get so hard when I rubbed your crotch on the plane?”

“I was asleep. I was dreaming of my girlfriend.” Bruce Three had darkened to a frightening shade of plum. Only a man in deep denial could get this upset…

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12th of Never

 

The 12th of Never by A.J. Llewellyn

Cover Art: Sara York

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Chapter 8

“Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They’ve already passed their test in life. They’re aristocrats.”

–          Photographer Diane Arbus

Johnny hurried to visit a distraught and feverish Julia in the Staro-Ekaterininskii Hospital with Argo, the strongman, who initially hailed from Russia but now lived in England, and Rosalia Griffray, the circus fat lady, who was very nice, but spoke only Spanish and Portuguese. They were accompanied by Mr. T.A. Naumann, the show’s one-legged castanet player, who didn’t seem to speak any language but clapped his ever-present castanets in his hands. A lot.

Julia had been to the hospital by horse and cart, but he and Argo had trouble finding anyone they could speak to. It took Johnny several long minutes to realize he was in Moscow, Russia, and if memory served him right, Julia would soon give birth to a baby boy who would die within two days. She herself would die within a couple of days of losing her baby. Her husband would then embalm her and her child and prop them up in a glass cabinet and ferry them around the world as dead circus freaks.

It would take a century and a half for a kind woman in Julia’s native Mexico to fight for the poor woman’s disintegrating remains to be removed from public display/ridicule and given a proper burial.

Johnny April hoped to change all that and prevent her death, but he was allowed nowhere near her and the complicated birth resulted in her baby’s death.

Why am I going back in time if I can’t do anything to alter the course of history?

A few more of Julia’s fellow circus friends showed up at the hospital, some of them sporting red-rimmed eyes as they sat beside Johnny, all of them outcasts. He was surprised when Argo, the strongman, bawled like a little kid when news came from a kindly nurse that Julia had developed a strange fever and was unconscious.

“I’ll give you any news I can,” she told Argo and the only other Russian-speaking performer,  Vladimir the half-man, half-leopard who really didn’t look like one without all the smoke and mirrors of a circus show. He just looked like a guy with a bad hair problem who kept one side of his body smooth and the other in its natural state. He walked with a large cat’s grace though. Vladimir translated to the others huddled on the lonely bench in the waiting room. It was strange to see a Moscow hospital way back in the day with candle-lit sconces on the walls and a strange smell of something earthy on the air.

Johnny and the others sat, isolated in the chilly waiting room.

I think I’ve always been an outcast. Just like Argo and the others. Where is Mike? Johnny’s head hurt and he was certain he could feel a tender spot on the back of his head. Not touching it stopped him from descending into complete and utter panic.

“Let’s get some food,” Argo said, nudging Johnny in the ribs. Argo didn’t know his own strength and sent Johnny scuttling to the floor. His head hit the wall and it was the last thing Johnny remembered…

****

When Johnny awoke, he was starving and when he slowly looked around, he wasn’t in Moscow, he was in a bed. A nice, warm bed, in the sun. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He was in Mike’s bed in Ventura. Man, what a wild dream he’d been having. He reached out for Mike, but the space beside him was empty. The sun baked the white sheets, making the throb in Johnny’s head a bit worse. He craved the warmth, and the light, but he felt like shit.

“Ah, you’re awake,” a voice said, an amused lilt to it. Johnny tilted his head and looked to the foot of the bed.

“Mike,” he croaked.

Mike looked instantly concerned. “I have no idea what the hell you did to yourself, but something or someone caved I the back of your head. You have seventeen stitches and you’ve been asleep for a day and a half.”

“Sorry,” was all Johnny could think of in response.

“Don’t apologize. Do you remember anything that happened?” Mike leaned over to him, brushing a hair from Johnny’s eyes. He couldn’t remember anyone being so tender with him, ever. Then he remembered Julia Pastrana and her lonely life. She was far from him now. Far from life, from pain. She had been given a proper burial finally. He wanted to visit her, to honor her.

I wish I could have saved her.

“What do you remember?” Mike prompted again.

“Not much.” I remember sitting with the one-legged castanet player, and Argo the strongman, and the fat lady. Now what was her name again? Rosalia! We waited for news. People call them freaks but they were the kindest I’ve ever met. Apart from you. “I dreamed of you,” he said.

Mike smiled. “Are you hungry?”

Johnny hesitated. Admitting to hunger had brought him nothing but pain and humiliation all his life, but he could no longer stand the pain he was in. He needed to eat. When was his last meal? The coffee and toast he’d swallowed the morning all of this weirdness started seemed like months ago.

“Yeah,” he said, finally. “Very.”

“Good. Because it’s Valentine’s Day.” Mike reached across the bed to the bureau beside it and retrieved a takeout menu from it. Johnny had seen enough of them billowing across the beaches he’d visited over the years. Strangers left them, but the April family never spent money on things like takeout.

Suddenly he was hungrier than ever.

“I thought we’d order Chinese, watch a couple of movies I downloaded from Netflix and” —Mike’s expression turned impish—“make love for the rest of the day.

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat. He’d never spent a day doing any of these things and he wished and hoped and prayed God wouldn’t interrupt this dream or whatever it was and whisk him away before it all happened.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, sounding confident and excited, surprising them both.

Mike gave him a lopsided grin. “You want to take a look?” He passed the menu over.

“Nope. I trust you.”

“Awesome. I’ll be right back.”

Johnny dozed, the pain ebbing and flowing. He would drift off, then a sharp stab of pain would awaken him. A naked Mike paced the hallway outside the bedroom ordering what sounded like a mountain of food. Johnny began to drool at the notion of honey walnut shrimp, beef with black bean sauce, fragrant chicken and vegetables. He wondered what that was and why it had to be called fragrant.  Mike sat beside him on the bed, flicking around channels with his remote.

“I thought we’d watch Shelter,” he said as Johnny huddled closer and put his head in Mike’s lap. Mike stroked Johnny’s face and shoulders, invoking both peace and a pang of carnal thrill through Johnny’s body. “You said you dreamed about me.” Mike muted the TV. “”What did you dream?”

Johnny didn’t want to tell him. How could he say, “We were circus freaks together.” He couldn’t. Just couldn’t. Nothing could spoil the mood.

“I don’t remember. My head hurts really bad. But you were there and you made me feel better.”

“Aw.” Mike squeezed his shoulder. “You wanna cup of coffee?”

“Yes, please.” Johnny’s whole body tingled with pleasure as mike stroked his back, letting his fingers linger along Johnny’s butt crack. How did I get naked? The thought tumbled around his head like loose change. He fell asleep somehow, waking up again to Mike coming to the bed with a laden tray.

“Sorry it took so long. I have to call the restaurant twice.”

“You did? How long has it been?”

“An hour. You keep falling asleep.” Mike gave him a gentle smile and put the tray on the bed. He then tossed some pillows from the closet against the headboard and as Johnny sat up, he handed him a cup of coffee. Johnny noticed the aspirin bottle and shook out a couple of pills into his hand and gulped them.

Mike seemed to enjoy watching Johnny pick up each takeout carton and inhaling the fragrance of each dish. With each passing the second the creepy smell of the Russian hospital receded. Johnny learned that fragrant vegetables were prepared with a pungent mix of spices; cumin, red pepper, and ginger. He helped himself to a little of everything, savoring each bite as though it were his last.

“You eat like you’ve never eaten Chinese food before,” Mike remarked, plucking at a piece of shrimp from his own plate.

“I haven’t.” Johnny shrugged.

Mike stared at him, incredulous. “Are you kidding?”

“Oh, Mike. I never joke about food.” He pointed at one of the cartons with his fork. Johnny wasn’t talented with chopsticks. He was barely adequate with a fork. “I don’t know what I want first, you or one of these cool-looking toasties.”

Mike laughed. “Those are appetizers and they’re good. They have shrimp in them.”

“I’ll compromise then. One of these and then I want you.”

Mike seemed so happy. He bounced off the bed as Johnny chewed the billowy fried pocket of deliciousness and moved the tray to the floor.

Johnny was still hungry and licked his fork as Mike wrestled it from his fingers.

“Let me,” Mike said. He knelt on the bed beside Johnny and gave him the kind of toe curling kiss that almost made Johnny come…Mike put his hand to Johnny’s cock and grabbed it, sucking it into his mouth. Mike was still kneeling when Johnny moved to lie across the bed and give Mike an oral workout he would not forget in a hurry. Mike groaned when Johnny squeezed his balls with his left hand, using them as leverage to get him into his mouth. They bounced against Johnny’s chin. He came hard and fast, grabbing Mike’s head as his cock erupted down Mike’s throat.

Mike took everything Johnny had to give him. Mike seemed reluctant to release Johnny from his hot, wet lips.

Johnny took Mike’s face in his hands and kissed him. Their kisses intensified, hot, and thirsty passion. “My turn,” Johnny whispered into Mike’s mouth. “Give me that ass. It’s mine.”

Mike’s brows shot up. Yeah, Johnny was surprised too. He’d never been this aggressive. Mike seemed turned on, judging by his raging erection and lay back, opening his legs wider as Johnny went berserk licking and kissing his chest. His tongue reached Mike’s sacred space between balls and cock and went wild. He loved the way Mike flailed around the bed…

“Oh suck my ass, Johnny,” he implored. “Suck me hard, baby.”

Johnny took his time, enjoying the sounds Mike made as Johnny sucked and licked him…fuck he tasted good and hot. Mike’s feet bounced on Johnny’s shoulders and Johnny held his ass in his hands…afraid he would come before Johnny could get what he wanted. Too late. Mike erupted in a searing tide, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through them both. Johnny had never experienced anything so dramatic and so damned exciting. He released Mike’s cock with a pop and looked up.

Holy crap. Johnny was no longer on the bed with Mike. He was in a hospital bed strapped down, a piece of wood in his mouth. Johnny screamed, but it was a long silent one. A dark shadow fell over his face. Johnny looked up, tears blurring his vision.

Oh, God no. Not him. Of all people…

 

 

 

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