(And A Pg-13ish R-ish sort of Excerpt)

Every so often I wonder if I’m not just dreaming. If I am, DO NOT pinch me. On the Aspen Mountain Press Loop this morning, I discovered that my newest book, released four days ago, The Long Way Home, has made it into the All Romance Ebooks top ten, at number nine in top ten best sellers, and number one in Reader Rated. You can see that right HERE. 😉

I just can’t even believe it.  (But I had no trouble shouting it out the window when my husband was leaving to take the kids to school this morning.)

I can’t thank everyone enough who has said something nice about it already, it’s only been four days.  If my mother had read it, I would suspect her of some sort of letter writing campaign.  As it is, it’s way too graphic for me to let her see it.  (Sorry Mom.)

Here’s another Excerpt, in case you missed the others:

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Kevin vaguely noticed that Connor was up stretching to run at five a.m. like always and, somehow, that made him feel inadequate. For his part Kevin could barely move his arms up to pillow his head. He heard the door close and figured he had about forty-five minutes to make a decent first-serious-morning-after breakfast, and since he’d been cooking his best stuff all along, he thought it might be a stretch to really show off.

Kevin hummed in the kitchen, making things smell good, and starting coffee. If breakfast couldn’t be spectacular, he reasoned, at least the presentation could be out of the ordinary. He found a couple of zip ties in a toolbox in the coat closet and bided his time.

“Mm, something smells out of this world, Kev.” Connor was stupid bubbly, enough to make Kevin’s teeth ache. “You are so good to me.”

Kevin followed him to the dining room chair, kissing him tenderly and zip tying his hands behind his back. “Mmn, you taste good.”

“What the hell are you doing Kevin?” Connor frowned. Kevin ignored him. He brought their plates and set them next to each other on the same placemat in front of Connor. “Kevin, answer me you little shit.”

For an answer, Kevin held out a fork, with a piece of sausage and some gravy on it, stuck through a bite of biscuit. “This is manly after-play Connor. Think of yourself as my culinary hostage.” He slung a leg over Connor’s lap, and straddled him, grinding his hips into Connor’s cock through the fabric of his warm up suit. “Want to be blindfolded?”

“Oh, hell yes.” Connor grinned. Kevin made an elaborate move out of turning around and reaching for a table napkin, his butt rocking on Connor some more. He tied it over Connor’s eyes, checking to make sure it was secure. “Didn’t I see a movie like this once?” He hummed some quirky porn-jazz soundtrack against Kevin’s lips.

“Bite?” Kevin asked, holding the still full fork out for him.

Connor took it, curling his tongue around it and sort of slithering it in. He savored it. “You are one hell of a cook.”

Kevin alternated with pieces of apple, eggs, and sips of strong coffee. He ate his own meal and licked and nipped at Connor’s mouth when he felt like it; tasting breakfast on his lover’s lips too. He held the last bit of apple between his teeth and was allowing Connor to bite off a piece from it when Connor’s phone rang. Kevin jumped to pick it up from the clip on Connor’s waistband, opening it and holding it to Connor’s ear.

“Dougal,” Connor said, turning red. “Yes, Carl, I read the email. Uh, huh.”

Kevin pushed a hand under Connors tee shirt and slid it to his nipple.

“Oh.” Connor moaned. “No sir, nothing. You were saying? No I can’t look at it right now, sir. I’m tied up with something else.”

“How cliché,” Kevin whispered into his ear.

“I’ll check in a minute.”

Kevin licked a favorite spot on Connor’s neck, low on the left, where he left a mark the night before.

“Uhn,” said Connor, “I mean uh huh sure, I’ll jump right on that,” Kevin could feel him glaring through the blindfold. “Sure I’ll be down at eleven and I’ll bring Quinn.”

“No he can’t talk right now he’s doing something for me,” Connor said as Kevin slipped down and pulled Connor’s erection out of his track pants. Connor’s head lolled as Kevin took it in one hand to stroke it while still holding the phone to Connor’s ear with the other.

“Oh, I will, okay. Bye,” he said, gasping with relief. “You total shit… oh.”