The Book and the Rose
\nCurrent mood: bouncy
\nCategory: Writing and Poetry
\nBy A.J. Llewellyn <\/p>\n
I blogged last month about my new novel The Book and the Rose which has just been released. Last month I talked about the inspiration behind the story – my friends who met and fell in love during Barcelona’s book and rose festival celebrated this very day. I wish I were there right now celebrating this big occasion, Barcelona’s version of St. Valentine’s Day.
\nToday however is St. George’s Day and how apt that the Spanish would choose to celebrate the slayer of dragons because I think ultimately that’s what love is – having to slay dragons.
\nI’ve come to know several porn stars in the course of writing gay erotic romance and a few of them inspired my character Mio-Alejo Cortez.
\nA friend of mine has been dating a porn star. She is a woman, he is gay-for-pay. Mio on occasion, performs straight-for-pay which is something some gay porn stars really do – such as Ricky Sinz and Francois Sagat.
\nCan love redeem Mio who seems caught up in the web of high-priced sex? Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out.
\nIn the meantime, if you believe in love, if you are struggling with a romance, say a prayer to St. George and keep slaying those dragons… <\/p>\n
The Book and the Rose Purchase Link: http:\/\/www.amberquill.com\/AmberAllure\/BookRose.html
\nThe Book And The Rose by A. J. Llewellyn
\nISBN-13: 978-1-60272-678-9 (Electronic)
\nISBN-13: 978-1-60272-794-6 (Paperback)
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\nHollywood show runner Evans McCoy\u2019s hit TV show has just been yanked off the air thanks to its star Nora North\u2019s spectacular drug bust. Desperate to find work to qualify for Writer\u2019s Guild health insurance, Evans finds every door closed due to the problems associated with his show. His recent fling with mysterious and sexy Spanish businessman Mio-Alejo Cortez is heating up, however, and it\u2019s hard to resist the lure of Mio\u2019s invitation to visit him in Barcelona.
\nThe city\u2019s most romantic holiday, Dia de Sant Jordi\u2014St. George\u2019s Day\u2014is approaching. Mio wants Evans there for the big day when lovers traditionally exchange a book and a rose. With the memory of their scorching rendezvous and constant hot faxes from Mio teasing him, Evans is unable to turn down the invitation and lands in Barcelona, full of expectations.
\nEvans soon learns that Mio is a man of many, many secrets and a dangerous double life. Barcelona and Mio are seductive conquerors, but when Mio\u2019s truth emerges, Evans must decide\u2014should he cut bait and run? With his career seemingly in tatters and Mio\u2019s secret now his to share, Evans takes a gamble. He plunges headfirst into Mio\u2019s world of high-class, high-stakes sex.
\nBut will Evans lose it all? Or can their relationship survive beyond the book and the rose?
\nGenres: Gay \/ Contemporary \/ The Arts \/ M\u00e9nage (M\/M\/M) \/ Group Sex Heat Level: 3 Length: Novel (50k words \/ TBD paperback pages)
\nExcerpt:
\nEvans leaned his head back against Mio\u2019s shoulder.
\n\u201cLook at me,\u201d Mio said, but Evans felt utter devastation. As much as he wanted Mio and, yes, as much as he realized now he\u2019d fallen in love with the man, his heart ached.
\nMio was talking as he turned Evans around to face him, but Evans felt his world crashing\u2026crumbling. His birth parents hadn\u2019t wanted him, and now his lover, the one he thought could possibly be it, wanted\u2026the whole world, apparently.
\n\u201cYou look so sad and that makes me unhappy. Please, Evans, please don\u2019t be so sad.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what to think,\u201d Evans said finally as Mio kissed his eyes, his nose and mouth, kept whispering words of love in Spanish. Evans couldn\u2019t breathe, couldn\u2019t understand a quarter of what Mio said. He fought his own insecurities, squashing the waves of desire. And yet, when Evans looked down, his fingers entwined with Mio\u2019s as if they belonged there. Mio kissed him as if they had always been together. Nobody had ever affected him this way and he wanted it so much he suddenly felt he would die without this man.
\n\u201cPlease, please give me a chance,\u201d Mio said. \u201cLet me show you how fun this can be. Let me love you.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Evans said again, but his body betrayed him. Obviously schooled in the language of physical love, Mio lost no time in stripping Evans\u2019s clothing and throwing off his elegant suit and shirt. He wore tight boxer briefs under his white suit. Evans once again marveled at his lover\u2019s amazing body. He hadn\u2019t seen him naked since they\u2019d been in Miami. He dreamed of this man\u2019s hard cock, his ripe, juicy balls. His hand cuffed Mio\u2019s cock and it responded.
\n\u201cYou know how to touch me,\u201d Mio said and surprised Evans by picking him up and carrying him to his bedroom. His mouth clamped down on Evans\u2019s as if to silence any chance of protest. The room lay in darkness as Mio put him across the bed.
\n\u201cWho did you fuck tonight?\u201d he asked as Mio moved away from him. Evans felt he was close. Wow, he weaves such a spell on me. He couldn\u2019t have got up and walked out if he wanted.
\nMio struck a match and lit candles by the bed. Evans\u2019s eyes adjusted to the light. He heard the crackle of wood wick and could smell tuberose. Mio leaned across the bed to light more candles on the other side.
\nEvans knew from the glass holders, the scent and the crackling that these were Dayna Decker candles. Each one retailed for around ninety dollars. Evans counted at least a dozen. The bedroom was a visual feast of silk, wall tapestries, large paintings, and the gorgeous man on the bed crawling across the cream silk duvet toward him. Mio\u2019s hands came to Evans\u2019s face and he resumed the potent kiss he\u2019d started in the living room. He seemed to need Evans the way Evans needed him.
\nThey began a long exploration of one another with their tongues. Evans could still feel Mio\u2019s seed left in him from their torrid romp earlier in the day. He reached up his hands, no longer caring where Mio had been or who he had been with. He slid down Mio\u2019s underpants and felt joy, swift, sorrowful, and consuming desire as Mio lowered his body to his.
\n\u201cI missed you,\u201d Mio said. His eyes seemed to burn as his knees parted Evans\u2019s thighs. His cock sought for instant immersion and he powered into Evans with a cry. He fucked Evans the way he\u2019d fucked him in Miami. It was more than lovemaking. It was supersonic. As he and Mio came together, he felt the way his lover gathered him in his arms and held him in his moment of release. Evans also felt a glimpse of something else.
\nHe couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that he was somehow Mio\u2019s salvation.
\n\u201cI have a question for you now,\u201d Mio said.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d
\n\u201cHow do you know what a woman\u2019s pussy smells like?\u201d
\nThe question struck Evans as so funny he laughed. \u201cI fucked a couple of them\u2026until I realized I was gay.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not fucking other men?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Would you be jealous?\u201d
\n\u201cOf course I would.\u201d Mio put another sensual kiss on his mouth. \u201cI want you to think about making a couple of trips with me, as my companion. A couple of the guys like threesomes. We could fuck them together. They could not know we are lovers in real life\u2026we would be there for them. They pay for everything.\u201d
\nEvans couldn\u2019t even respond. The idea of being a high-price call boy with his own private call boy was crazy. Just crazy… <\/p>\n
Aloha oe,
\nA.J.
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