His One And Only by Shawn Lane, Excerpt

I'm doing a blog post tomorrow over at Ava's on the story of Most Likely to Succeed, so today I'm going to post an excerpt of the very soon to be released His One and Only.


“Hey, Mark, can you take this call later this afternoon?” Travis Anderson asked, after knocking briefly on Mark’s closed office door the following Wednesday and just opening the door without waiting for an answer.

Mark looked up from his pleadings at the tall blond man. Along with Travis, Mark and Nathan had formed their law firm, Anderson, Llewellyn and Stevens, a few years after they had finished law school. All three men had become friends after meeting in law school and forming a bond over being gay.

There seemed to be an epidemic of romance at the firm lately as both Travis and Nathan had hooked up with guys from the office. An epidemic, frankly, Mark intended to avoid. Fortunately, as far as he could tell, his partners had already discovered the only eligible hot gay bachelors at the firm.

He shook his head. “Sorry, can’t. Ask Nathan or maybe one of the associates.”

Travis’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

He smiled patiently. “I won’t be in the office this afternoon so I can’t take your call.”

“Oh. You have a trial or a hearing?”

“No.”

“Client meeting?”

“No.” He wouldn’t have believed it, but he was actually enjoying the dumbfounded expression on Travis’s face. They all knew him too well.

“Then—”

“I’m going to be in Newport Beach.”

Travis frowned and sat in the chair directly in front of Mark’s desk. “What’s in Newport Beach? Potential new client?”

“Definitely not. I don’t think Drew could afford us.”

“Drew? Who the hell is Drew?”

Mark grinned. “He is the reason I’ll be in Newport Beach. I’m having coffee with him.”

“Coffee? What for?”

“You’re a brilliant lawyer, counselor, you figure it out.”

Travis continued to frown, but then his eyes widened a little. “Are you saying, like a date?”

“Yes, like a date. Furthermore, this is the second time.”

“Really?”

“Is that so surprising?” Mark scowled. “That someone would want to see me?”

Travis put up his hands. “No, no. I’m not surprised someone would want to see you; I’m just surprised you’d want to see them. Mark, you don’t date. And in the middle of a work day, no less?”

He nodded. “I think Drew is trying to keep it casual. At first anyway.”

“Well, so tell me about this guy.”

Mark glanced at his watch. Saved. “Can’t, if I’m going to make it in time, I have to go now. Besides, it’s a bit premature. If things progress anywhere, and I’m not sure they will, I’ll consider telling you about him.” He stood and grabbed his suit coat off the coat rack in his office.

“Will you be back later?”

“Probably. He only gets a half hour for lunch.”

Mark left Travis in his office staring after him.

Excerpt Day - His One and Only

A little earl as I have a party Saturday at my house. Enjoy.



Drew kept an eye on the clock in his family’s gift shop in Cannery Village. It was nearly two. He wondered if Mark would even show. Part of him figured he would not. He’d been sort of surprised Mark had agreed in the first place.

The gift shop, owned by his mother and stepfather, was one of those typical shops one found in seaside harbors. It contained T-shirts, sweatshirts, California knickknacks, sea life statues, and pictures…basic souvenir type stuff. It had been in the Village for years, since Drew was just a boy. Just then, the shop only had two old ladies as customers gazing at the hats in the corner that read Newport Beach.

“Ma, I’m going to take my lunch break if it’s okay,” Drew called to his mother, who was in the back area.

“Okay, honey, I’ll be right out.”

Drew waited for his mother to appear behind the counter and then he hurried from the shop and down the few doors to Java Central.

A perusal of the small coffee shop indicated what he’d feared. No Mark. He sighed with disappointment. Even though he expected it, he still couldn’t help feeling cheated.

“Hey, Drew, you want your usual?” Louise asked. She was a college student and pretty with red hair and freckles.

“Yeah, thanks,” Drew said, walking up to the counter to wait for his coffee. When the little bells tingled above the door he didn’t even turn around. He just paid his money and moved over to add cream.

“May I help you, sir?” Louise asked.

“I’d like a regular coffee, please.”

Drew turned quickly. “Mark!”

Mark raised a dark eyebrow. He was dressed in a navy suit and carried a briefcase. He really was handsome in a very polished sophisticated way. His eyebrows looked like they’d been shaped even.

“You did say two on Wednesday at Java Central, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did.” Drew grinned. “I’ll be over at that table by the window.” He took his seat and waited for Mark to come over and join him. When he did, Drew couldn’t keep his happiness from showing.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Mark commented.

“No, I’m actually pleased with you.”

“How so?” Mark reached for a packet of real sugar, not the fake stuff, Drew noticed. He added it to his black coffee.

Drew shrugged. “Honestly, I expected you to stand me up. I’m glad I was wrong.”

“I almost did. This isn’t exactly convenient for me.” Mark glanced around the shop. “Where do you work anyway?”

“At a gift shop a few doors down.”

“You going to college?”

He laughed. “How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know.” Mark shrugged, stretching his suit coat across his broad shoulders. “Not much over twenty-one.”

“Wrong. I’m twenty-seven and my college days are over. I have a degree from the California Institute of Art.”

Mark frowned, clearly in disapproval. “Then what are you doing working at a gift shop?”

Taking a sip of his coffee, Drew shook his head. “The shop belongs to my parents. Last year my stepdad was diagnosed with cancer. He’s having trouble running the shop so I’m helping my mother out for now. Before that I’d been teaching art at the Institute. I’ve had to take a leave of absence and move back to Newport Beach.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Any relationship with your father?”

Drew shook his head and reached for another little cup of half-and-half to add to his coffee. “I don’t have a father. Well, I don’t mean I was hatched or anything. Mom was artificially inseminated. No clue who the donor was.”

“It’s very admirable of you to give up your life to help them.”

“I don’t consider it giving up my life. Anyway, what about you? Why don’t you tell me about yourself.”

“Me? I’m boring as hell.” Mark took a long sip of his coffee.

Drew smiled. “I know you work all the time. Why is that?”

“I have a stressful job. Law work requires a lot of hours.”

Drew tapped his foot on the table leg as the song played overhead. It was one of his favorite new songs. “Well, yeah, maybe it does, but what about Nathan and…um…the other one.”

“Travis.”

“Yes. They’re partners in the firm with you, right?” At Mark’s nod, he continued, “No one speaks of them being workaholics.”

Mark snorted. “I’m not a workaholic.”

Drew smirked. “No? Seems like everyone says you are. You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Neither do you. Or do you?” Mark’s eyebrows shot up.

He laughed. “No, I don’t. Had one a few years ago but he dumped me.”

Mark eyed him. “He dumped you?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked, amused. “You want to hear something scandalous?”

The other man raised only one of his an eyebrows this time. Sort of like Spock from Star Trek. Drew liked the way he did it. Sexy as hell. “Yes, go for it.”

“My boyfriend was one of the teachers at the school. I mean, one of my professors back when I was a student. I guess he liked the excitement of being with a student, and when I wasn’t any longer he decided to end it.” He laughed.

“You sound more amused than hurt.”

Drew nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. To be honest, it’s not like I ever thought he was my happily-ever-after guy or anything. I wasn’t in love with him. What about you? A good-looking guy like you must have had a boyfriend or two in his past. What are you? In your thirties?”

Mark glanced away. “Sure, I had a boyfriend I cared a lot about once.”

He wanted to ask for details, but something in Mark’s body language told him not to press it. Drew pushed aside his natural nosiness and glanced at his watch. “I’m afraid my lunch break is just about over and I have to get back to the shop.”

“Okay. I’ve finished my coffee anyway.”

“Listen, thanks a lot for coming all the way here. I know it was a big deal for you.” Drew brushed at the lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes. “Maybe you’d like to come again next Wednesday?”

Mark stood. He looked doubtful and Drew tried to hide his disappointment. “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

Drew smiled and stuck out his hand to shake Mark’s. “Thanks for coming. I hope to see you again.”

The man did shake his hand but made no promises.

They exited the coffee shop and Drew waved as Mark got into his navy Lexus. With a sigh, he went back to his mother’s gift shop. He seriously doubted he’d ever see Mark Stevens again.

Stone of Wrath by Shawn Lane - Excerpt Day

This one has a Quickie Cover that was given to all those written for the month of Topaz (the theme of the books were birthstones).



After Jedidiah Mason finds a dirty, battered stone in the rubble of a burned building, he takes it home and is surprised when it becomes a gorgeous naked man. Topaz, turned to stone by the wrath of the gods, knows he and Jed were lovers in the long ago past and hopes Jed’s love can break the curse before the end of November.

Jed is immediately drawn to Topaz and though sex with someone who just appeared out of thin air is probably not wise, he cannot seem to resist the intense attraction. Before he knows it he’s having great sex with the all too alluring Topaz. Will he remember their love in time to save it?


Jed woke to the sound of the shower. For a moment he wondered where he was. Who he was.

What the hell?

Topaz. He sat up fast, glancing around. His gaze stopped on the nearby clock. Nine thirty. A cool breeze came through the open sliding door. Jed got up and went to look out. All the signs of another glorious day. He watched the wind for a moment, nervous. A gentle breeze could turn into gusting winds fast and then he’d be called to the station and they’d be putting out fires for days on end.

“Jedidiah?”

He turned away to see Topaz standing nude in the doorway of the bathroom. His mouth watered. He could hardly believe it but he wanted sex again. His cock hardened and rose, pointing toward Topaz. The man’s gaze flew down to Jed’s erection.

“I wondered if you wanted to step into the glass box with me.”

“It’s called a shower,” Jed said, his lips curving.

“Yes, I remember. I preferred baths in prior times.” Topaz held out his hand. “Come.”

Jed wanted to do just that. What was wrong with him? Having casual sex with someone he just met. Only it didn’t feel so casual, if he were honest. What was this pull Topaz had on him?

Jed walked to the bathroom and closed his hand over Topaz’s.

Topaz soaped his lover’s bare back. He loved the feel of the warm skin beneath his fingers. The contrast of his dark skin against Jedidiah’s pale skin. He massaged Jed’s shoulders.

“Hmm.”

“Like that?”

“God yes.”

Topaz smiled and placed a kiss on the right side of Jedidiah’s neck. A shiver went up his own spine. He wanted to be inside the young man again. Jedidiah was fast becoming an obsession.

He reached up to the shelf in the shower to find the condom packet he’d brought in the shower with them. He would rather fuck Jedidiah without it but he knew his new lover didn’t want that.

Jedidiah leaned into him and Topaz’s cock pressed at his ass. He’d better sheath his penis fast. He tore open the packet and rolled it on his erection.

“Ah.” Jedidiah turned his head and met Topaz’s mouth with his own.

Topaz reached behind for the shower gel and squeezed it into his hands. He rubbed it along the length of his cock, then reached around and stroked Jedidiah’s. He pushed into Jedidiah’s ass.

For a moment, Topaz held still, enjoying the thrill of being enclosed in his lover’s ass. Jedidiah’s tight muscles constricted to surround his cock. The grip on his erection had his balls drawing tight. The gods knew sex with this man had always been extraordinary. It was more than sex. It was lovemaking. For him, anyway. Diam loved him but his reincarnation, Jedidiah, did not. At least not yet. That was why Topaz was here. To change all that. To be saved by love. Unfortunately, he had only half his birth month to do it in.

Jedidiah’s breathing was heavy. His eyes were closed. He braced his hands on either side of the shower stall. Topaz was torn between wanting to fuck him hard and fast or slow and easy.

He pulled his cock out until just the head still rested inside Jedidiah’s hole. Topaz clenched his teeth and drove balls deep.

“Ah,” both of them gasped at once.

Saturday Excerpt Early - Only His Heart by Shawn Lane

I'm going to be working on setting up the desktop tonight (and since I don't know how soon the wireless router will be working with both computers), I am posting the excerpt early. Also tomorrow I am literally going to be gone for the entire day and night. I should be back to posting Sunday's Eye Candy on Sunday.




Blurb:

Dr. Calvin Lassiter is an emergency room doctor who buries himself in his high stress job. He has no time for a relationship and most definitely is not interested in the new emergency room nurse, Matt Walton.


Matt is exactly what he doesn't want. An eyeliner wearing bad boy who rides a motorcycle.


Matt is intrigued by the stuffy, too beautiful for words doctor, but the good doc is as cold as ice. Matt's fellow nurses bet him he can't melt Dr. Lassiter and get him into his bed.


Too fascinated by Calvin not to try, Matt succeeds in breaking the doctor's hard exterior, but as their relationship turns serious, the possibility hangs over his head that his co-workers will tell his sexy doctor the truth and end his dreams of winning Calvin's heart forever.


Excerpt:

Matt Walton was having a pretty decent second day. Sure his feet hurt. Whose wouldn’t when they hadn’t been allowed much rest in the last forty-eight hours? Finally, he had a few moments to take a lunch.

He glanced around the basement cafeteria. Only a handful of people were there, not surprising as it was close to one in the morning. He didn’t recognize any of them, but it was only his second twelve hour shift.

Matt walked over to the food area and decided on a small salad and a slice of peach pie along with a cup of coffee. As he approached the register, he couldn’t help but notice a pretty young thing sitting by himself at a table in the corner drinking something out of a Styrofoam cup, his eyes downcast. The young man was dressed in scrubs and Matt figured he was probably an orderly or a lab tech.

Even as he was paying at the register he couldn’t keep from staring at the pretty young man. He was just Matt’s type.

Matt, who had come out as a teen, didn’t bother to hide his sexual orientation from anyone. He was out and proud and had participated in a number of gay pride events.

And this kid was seriously hot. Damn, he hadn’t been hit with such a wave of lust across a room like this in…a long fucking time.

Everything about him was gorgeous. His dark sandy blond hair, the porcelain skin, and those big pouty lips. Matt wondered what color eyes he had. He would guess blue. No reason not to find out.

He took his tray and walked to the corner table. He was really hoping this beautiful man was gay. Probably not, knowing Matt’s luck, but he could dream.

“Hey, kid, is this seat taken?” he asked as he stopped at the table.

The pretty young thing, who had blue eyes Matt noticed when he looked up, gave him the coldest look he’d ever seen. He stared daggers is how it was referred to, and lesser men would no doubt have been felled by it.

“That would be Dr. Lassiter to you…nurse.”

Matt’s jaw dropped. Whoa, this was Dr. Lassiter? Since the moment he began his day yesterday the other members of the nursing staff had warned him about Calvin Lassiter. Biggest prick you’ll ever meet, as cold and arrogant as they come, and even guy is an ice queen. This reminded Matt that when the nurse who said that about the doctor found out Matt was gay, she’d apologized all over herself, saying she hadn’t meant anything bad. Dr. Lassiter was gay, though, which is how he got the nickname.

“Sorry, doctor. Can I sit anyway?”

Dr. Lassiter didn’t respond, he just raised his cup to his stunning lips and took a sip.

Shrugging, Matt sat across from him and stuck his hand out. “Matt Walton.”

“I know who you are.” He didn’t take Matt’s hand. “You almost ran me over today in the parking lot with your motorcycle.”

“That was you?”

“You really ought to drive more carefully in a hospital parking lot. We don’t need any more patients.”

“You walked in front of me and I was barely able to swerve to avoid,” Matt angrily retorted. “Maybe you should watch where you are walking.”

The doctor sighed. “Even if I did, there will be lots of people in the parking lot doing the very same thing. Families visiting loved ones. I’m sure as a nurse you don’t want to be responsible for running over some child coming to visit their sick mother, do you?”

His jaw tightening, Matt nodded. “Okay, point taken. I’ll slow down.”

Dr. Lassiter’s full lips curved up in a slight smile that was too damn adorable for such a jerk. He hated being a sucker for a pretty face.

“I have to say, Walton, I’m kind of surprised.”

“At?”

He shrugged. “I would think someone who is a nurse, one working in an emergency room, no less, wouldn’t be so careless as to ride a motorcycle.”

Okay, now the good doc was sounding like his mother.

“I’m a safe driver,” Matt replied in a tone to match Lassiter’s.

One blond brow rose. “Even so, car drivers may not be so safe. I’ve seen too many motorcycle accident victims here not to be concerned.”

Matt tapped his fingers loudly on the table, realized he was doing it, and hid his hand in his lap. “So, doctor, you don’t see car accidents, too? Just motorcycles?”

“Of course I see both.”

“Hmm, so do you tell all the staff you are surprised they drive cars?”

“No.”

To Matt’s delight, Calvin Lassiter turned a light shade of pink. Unfortunately, it made him even more appealing, damn it.

“Okay, then, I appreciate your concern and I’ll be sure to be more careful driving through the hospital parking lot.” He stabbed his fork into the salad. Then something occurred to him. He looked up, staring. “You look kind of familiar. Have we met?”

“No, you probably recognize me from when you nearly killed me.”

He ignored that and stuffed a bite in his mouth. “No, it’s something…Lassiter. I’ve heard that name before.” He tilted his head to the side, studying the sexy doc. “Wait, I know.”

Lassiter scowled when others in the room looked their way. “Keep your voice down.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I remember now. I should have thought about it yesterday when the other nurses were talking about you.”

That got him another icy glare. “And what were they saying?”

He felt himself heat in a blush this time. He cleared his throat. “How great a doctor you were. A-anyway, I guess I didn’t connect it then, but now that I see you, it makes sense.”

“I’m glad to hear it. What?”

“You have a brother named Barnaby, don’t you?”

Dr. Lassiter grimaced. “Former lover?”

“What? No.”

“You looked sort of like his type. His old type, I should say.”

Matt wondered what type he looked like, but decided to let that pass, at least for the moment. “My stepbrother is Nathan Llewellyn.”

Matt’s stepbrother, Nathan, had brought his new boyfriend, Barnaby, along for a family gathering about a month ago. He’d been surprised because he thought Nathan went for stuffy lawyers just like himself, not pretty boys in makeup.

He had to admit Barnaby was very attractive, but Matt thought his brother, Calvin, was even more beautiful.

“Right. I do seem to recall Nathan mentioning a stepbrother who is a nurse. I don’t think he ever mentioned your name.”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, we aren’t very close. We see each other maybe twice a year at family things. His father married my mother several years ago and we share some half-siblings.”

“Hmm.”

Silence descended over the table and Matt felt the need to break it. “So, you and your brother are both gay?”

Lassiter stiffened and pushed aside his Styrofoam cup and stood. “I don’t discuss my private life with the nursing staff. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back.”

Excerpt of Still the One by Shawn Lane

“Dust? You there?” Malcolm called from the living room.

“In here.”

Malcolm appeared seconds later, smiling. “Hey, honey. I got your text. What happened to you? One minute you were there and then gone. Too tired?”

“Sorry about that. I just felt a little left out, I guess.”

“No problem. I’m sure all that acting talk can get boring for you. I just wanted them to meet my man.” Malcolm wrinkled his nose. “My smelly man.”

Dusty laughed. “Sorry, I was just going to go take a shower.”

“Well, I’ve already had one, but I don’t see why I’m not up for another.” Malcolm reached for his hand and led him down the hall toward their bedroom. He went straight into the bathroom, opened the glass shower doors, and turned on the knobs. “I was only going to stay until midnight but we got to talking. I’m sorry. You aren’t too tired?”

“Not too tired for some shower sex,” Dustin assured him.

“Ah, I see.” Malcolm grinned and peeled Dustin’s sweaty workout shirt from his body, then threw it toward the clothes hamper. He added his own navy T-shirt. “Drop the sweatpants and get into the shower.”

Dustin kicked off his shoes, yanked off his sweats, and got under the shower spray.

Malcolm entered the shower after him. He threw his arms around Dusty’s neck and placed his lips over Dusty’s. “Mmm. I missed you all day.”

“I missed you, too.” He pulled his lover against him, his hand slipping between their bodies to close around Malcolm’s erection. “What’s your schedule tomorrow?”

Malcolm closed his eyes and leaned into Dusty. “Um, I’m having breakfast with some of the others from the play, but not until ten. And then, I’m coming home to write for the rest of the day. The play’s dark tomorrow night. How about you?”

“Day off tomorrow. Have the whole day and night to veg.”

“Oh, that’s fucking fabulous.” He turned around to present his ass to Dusty, who squeezed the perfect globes.

Though they no longer had the need for condoms. They had a few of those soap dispensers in the shower and one they had filled with lube. Dusty squirted some into his palm and liberally spread it over his hard cock. Lifting Malcolm’s silky sable hair, he sucked on the back of his lover’s pale neck.

Malcolm leaned his head back, exposing more of his throat to Dusty’s lips. There were some really cool things about being together for several years. Knowing just what turned on your partner was definitely one of them.

Dusty reached back and squirted more lube into his hand, this time inserting his index finger between Malcolm’s rounded butt cheeks. He swirled around the hole for a moment, teasing him.

“Mmm,” Malcolm moaned as the finger slipped inside.

The Latest

Rather than post an excerpt on Saturday this week I am going to post Kevin's free story. Which, of course, means I need to have it done by then.

Next week's excerpt (April 3) will be from my next release, Still the One (and then of course there will be a giveaway after that).



Last call to send me any questions you have for Ashtyn as I intend to emal them to him before the end of the month. Email me at authorshawnlane@gmail.com with anything you want me to ask.

Now, I have a question. It relates to direct sequels rather than related books like the Only series.

If you as a reader like a certain couple who had a happy ever after, would you continue to want to see more of them in sequels? Or would that be enough? And if you wanted sequels would the length bother you? If the only sequel to your beloved couple would be short, say even less than 10,000 words, would you still want to read it or would that be unsatisifying? Am I rambling? Probably.

I guess what prompted this was a recent comment I saw on a sequel where the person mentioned they had been looking forward to it but it was too short and that left them unsatisfied, so I'm wondering if the sequel should have never been written if it didn't add anything to the couple's story.

So answer if you want or if I am even making sense. It's quite possible I am not.

Anyway, look for the free story (speaking of beloved couples) on Saturday.

Excerpt - Only His Heart by Shawn Lane

“I’m starved. How about you?” Matt asked as he picked up his stained menu. “Says here Benji’s has been here since nineteen forty-two.”

“Yes, I think the menus are original.”

The waitress, a middle-aged skinny African-American woman named Betty came up to their booth. “Coffee?”

“That would be great,” Matt said enthusiastically.

“Don’t bet on it. Tea. Green, if you have it.”

Betty looked down her nose at him. “Dr. Lassiter, you know we don’t have that.”

“I haven’t given up hope that if I request it enough times you’ll get a clue and start carrying it.”

“Don’t bet on it,” she mocked him. “Lipton?”

He sighed. “Yes.”

“Be right back.”

Matt studied him curiously. “They seem to know you here.”

“Twenty-four hour diner near a hospital. Yeah, everyone comes here at some point. They’ll know you before long, too.”

“What are you going to have, Dr. Lassiter?” Matt pushed a strand of his jaw-length hair behind his ear.

“You may as well call me Calvin.”

“Oh, okay.” Matt grinned.

“Outside of the hospital anyway.” He didn’t expect to see much of Matt outside the hospital, of course. “The one egg breakfast with bacon.”

“I think I’m going to have the Big Man breakfast.”

Calvin wasn’t the least bit surprised. The Big Man, which had been offered at Benji’s for many decades, consisted of three eggs, bacon and sausage, hash browns, and pancakes. “You must work out if you eat like that every day.”

Matt nodded. “I do and I don’t. Meaning, I do work out, but I don’t eat like that every day.”

Betty returned with their drinks and took their orders.

Matt sipped his coffee and grimaced. “Not the best.”

“You’ll learn to order tea.”

“How long have you been at the hospital?”

“Four years counting my residency.” Calvin added a packet of honey to his tea, thoughtfully brought by Betty who remembered he drank it that way.

“Lucky. I’ve been trying to get in here for months.” He grimaced again and added a big dollop of cream and several packets of sugar. “I liked the hospital I was working at before, but I moved to Glendale and it was getting to be too much of a commute.”

Calvin vaguely recalled most of Nathan’s family lived south of Los Angeles, including his stepbrother, and he wanted to ask Matt why he moved from Orange County to the Los Angeles area, but since he’d told Matt he didn’t discuss his private life, he could hardly be nosey with the man.

“This is a great hospital with a terrific reputation. I can see why you’d want to work here.”

“Definitely. You working tonight?”

“No. I’ve got the next few days off. I’ve got some sleeping to catch up on.”

“Yeah, and I’ll bet your boyfriend misses you,” Matt said with a sly look.

Calvin couldn’t help but smile just a little at his not so covert attempt to get the information he wanted out of Calvin. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh.” Matt pretended to look mildly curious. He could tell it was a pretense. “I’m pretty sure Barnaby or Nathan said you were gay, though. Right?”

He could see the man just wasn’t going to quit until he admitted his sexual orientation. “Yes, I am gay.”

Matt nodded, as though satisfied. “Beautiful man like you? I’m surprised you don’t have a significant other. What’s wrong with the men in Los Angeles?”

“I really don’t have time for a relationship anyway.”

Betty brought their breakfasts and refilled Matt’s coffee and his hot water. “Enjoy.”

Calvin mixed his over easy egg with his hash browns and added just a smidge of salt. He’d been blessed with perfect cholesterol. “What about you?”

“Well, actually, I did have a boyfriend. Moved up here from Orange County to be with him. Too bad he turned out to be a cheating jerk.” Matt shrugged. “I decided to stay here anyway, get a new start.”

“That’s too bad about your boyfriend.”

Matt smiled a little and dug into his breakfast. He chewed several bites before he spoke again. “You know you aren’t so bad.”

“Excuse me?”

The other man waved his fork. “You have sort of a reputation at the hospital.”

Calvin sighed. “Yes, I know.”

“If you know, well, why don’t you let them know you aren’t the prick they think you are?” Matt blushed. “Um, sorry.”

“Whatever. I know what they say about me. They aren’t quiet about it. I’m here to help patients who come in here with injuries or illnesses, often life-threatening. I don’t care about winning popularity contests.”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not,” Calvin insisted. He’d never found it easy to make friends. In fact, he could count on one hand how many people were actually close to him. Most of the time it didn’t bother him.

“I’m glad you agreed to have breakfast with me anyway.” Matt pushed his mostly empty plate away and patted his stomach. “I’m stuffed. I’m going to go home and do some errands before I catch a few hours of sleep. I’ll be off for a couple days starting tomorrow.”

Calvin picked up the check Betty had left. He pulled out his wallet and left several dollars for the tip. “I’ve got this.”

“Oh, hey, thanks, but I didn’t mean for you to pay,” Matt protested.

“Forget it.” Calvin moved across the booth and stood.

After he paid, they headed outside. Calvin looked at the overcast sky.

“Looks like rain maybe later,” Matt said.

“Yes. Well, see you later.”

“Matt.”

Calvin frowned. “What?”

Matt stepped into Calvin’s personal space. The bastard was taller than him, too. His face was so close his hot breath brushed Calvin’s cheek as he dipped his head to speak. “I want to hear you say my name.”

Calvin laughed. “Please.”

Matt grinned. “Okay, please, Matt. It sounds even better.”

He backed up a step, but Matt pursued him. “Get real.”

“Come on. If you want me to go, you have to say it.”

Calvin glared and tried to move away, but Matt’s hand closed over his forearm. “Fine. Please, Matt.”

Excerpt - Another Chance by Shawn Lane

“Rothton.”

Aubrey turned to see Daniel coming toward him. He took a step back.

“Where’s your coach?”

“I didn’t bring one,” Aubrey admitted.

Daniel nodded. “Mine’s not far. I’ll give you a ride. Come on.”

“Are you sure you want to take another carriage ride with me?”

Daniel’s eyes widened. His cheeks pinked.

Shut up, Aubrey. Lord, why don’t you keep your mouth shut?

“I would like a ride, thank you.”

Daniel nodded stiffly and Aubrey felt like kicking himself. He followed Daniel to his carriage though and they took seats opposite from each other, waiting in the long line to move away from Maribel’s house.

“Look, I really think we should talk,” Daniel said after a moment. “Would you be agreeable to coming to my home?

Aubrey forced himself not to shout yes. Over eagerness would probably scare Graystone away. Something he definitely did not want to do.

“All right,” he replied, forcing calm into his tone.

He stared across the coach, trying to will himself not to move to sit next to Daniel. He wanted to. Hell, he couldn’t even blame drunkenness this time. He’d only had the one glass at the ball. But Aubrey was absolutely compelled to get closer to Daniel. Turning toward the window, he blew out a heavy breath.

Aubrey tugged at his cravat and closed his eyes. If he didn’t look at Daniel he could fight the temptation. He heard movement from the seat across from him. Daniel shifting in his seat.

“Aubrey,” his name spoken softly right next to his ear. Aubrey opened his eyes to see Daniel very close. Before he could react, Daniel’s lips came down on his. The kiss was tentative at first, Aubrey supposed Daniel expected to be rebuffed. He wrapped his arms around Daniel and pulled him closer, slipping his tongue in between Daniel’s slightly parted lips.

At any moment, Daniel could come to his senses and Aubrey had to make sure that didn’t happen. Keeping his lips locked with Daniel’s, Aubrey loosened his cravat, desperate to touch skin. He exposed Daniel’s throat and stroked it with his fingertips.

“Ah,” Daniel gasped against his mouth. “Aubrey.”

Aubrey plunged his tongue deeper and kissed him hard, pushing him down on the cushion. His hands roamed under Daniel’s coat, caressing his crisp white dress shirt, looking for a way in to touch naked skin.

Then Daniel cupped his hard cock through his trousers.

“Oh God!”

Aubrey’s breath hitched and his gaze went to Daniel’s long fingers which were tugging at the fastenings of his trousers. He swallowed.

“Um, Daniel,” he managed to say around their kiss.

Daniel broke the kiss and stared at him, a question in his passion-blazed blue eyes.

“I…just wanted to point out that with us being in a coach and all, a moving one at that, we might be better off waiting to go further when we reach our destination.” Aubrey prayed Daniel wouldn’t back off from the idea of having sex. He really did. But he didn’t relish having the Graystone driver opening the door to them fucking either.

Daniel blinked and then straightened in the seat. “Damnation. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m not. But for what I have in mind I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Daniel nodded. “I’ll…go back to my seat now.”

Aubrey mourned the loss of the warm body next to his but agreed it was perhaps for the best.

Daniel laughed, glancing down at his own trousers. His arousal was plainly evident. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hide this.”

Aubrey grinned. “Don’t worry, I just need a private room without fear of interruption and I’ll take care of that.”

Daniel sighed and leaned his head back on the seat. “Do you think this is wise?”

“Probably not,” Aubrey admitted. “But it’s what I want.”

Daniel didn’t reply at first. In fact, Aubrey didn’t think he would respond. Just as the coach slowed to a stop, Daniel shifted.

“Me too. Let’s go talk.”

Two Excerpts

Since I like to please everyone and no one else has spoken up, I am going to two excerpts today.

Another Chance and Only His Heart.

Enjoy them! I'm in a generous mood since I have Monday off for my birthday, woo hoo, three day weekend.

Excerpt Day - Only His Heart by Shawn Lane

Since I don't have a cover for the third book in the series, enjoy this picture.



This is the third book in the Only Forever series. Calvin and Matt's story. Calvin is Barnaby's brother. You'll meet him in Book 2, Barnaby's story.

Enjoy!

Jabbing his finger into the speed dial number, Matt waited, breath held as he listened to the rings.

“Dr. Lassiter.”

Matt swallowed, his heart hammering. “Calvin, this is Matt. Matt Walton.”

No response.

His palms sweating, he cleared his throat. “Are you there?”

“Yes. How did you get my number?”

“Nathan.”

“Ah. Okay, what is it?”

“I was wondering…I’m off today.”

“I remember.”

Matt laid down. He thought maybe it would help. “Want to maybe go somewhere with me?”

Smooth, Matt.

“Where?”

Okay, that was not a no. “Um, dinner?”

Matt could hear a sort or rustling on the other end and he was dreading Calvin saying no. He just knew he was going to. And probably with some lame excuse like he was washing his hair. He prepared himself for the disappointment.

“What time?”

He sat up straight. “What time?”

“Yes.”

“I can pick you up at six. If you give me your address that is.”

“Well—”

“I have a car, too. I’ll bring it,” he said quickly.

“All right.”

Matt barely had time to scramble to find a pen before Calvin was rattling off his address. “What do you like to eat?”

“I’m good with just about anything.”

“Chinese?”

“All right. See you at six.”

Matt smiled as he disconnected the call. Calvin had actually agreed.
* * *

Matt pulled into the end of the driveway at Calvin’s modest suburban home. The good doc lived on a cozy little cul-de-sac.

He’d agonized just a bit on what to wear to his first official first date with Calvin and ultimately decided on black slacks and a navy polo shirt along with his bomber jacket. He’d lined his eye with navy eyeliner.

When the door opened to reveal his date, Matt stared, more than a little in awe. Really, he didn’t think he’d seen a man more attractive, more beautiful than Calvin. Calvin had dressed in navy pants similar in style to his own slacks, but he wore a button down navy pin-striped shirt opened at the throat. A sexy gold rope chain lay against the creamy expanse of his throat.

But when he tore his gaze away from that, it was Calvin’s too blue eyes framed by delicate gold lashes that made his breath hitch and his knees weak. And those…lips. Matt didn’t know how long he could resist those plump, kissable lips.

“Hello.”

Matt smiled, exhaling to calm the rapid beat of his heart. “You look fantastic.”

Calvin blushed. “Um, thanks. Let me get my coat.” He returned in just a few seconds shrugging into an Armani coat.

“Wow, nice coat.”

His date shrugged. “A Christmas gift from my grandmother. I think she got it on eBay.” Calvin stepped outside and turned to lock his front door.

When he turned around, Matt crushed his mouth over Calvin’s, unable to resist trying out those lips one second longer. They were the softest, tastiest damn lips he’d ever kissed. He pulled away before Calvin had time to protest too much.

“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all. “I’ve just been wanting those since I first saw you in the cafeteria.”

Calvin didn’t answer but his lips did turn up just a bit in a small smile. When they reached his car, he raised an eyebrow. “You? A Mercedes?”

He laughed. “I know. It was my stepdad’s. He upgraded and it’s older, so he gave it to me. I rarely ever drive it because the motorcycle gets better mileage and it’s more my image.”

“Definitely,” Calvin agreed. “But there was no way I was going to ride on it.”

“I know. All right, let’s be off.”

Excerpt - Only In His Dreams by Shawn Lane

As promised here is the excerpt from March 14th's release, Only In His Dreams. This is a bit of a teaser for Barnaby and Nathan whose relationship is covered in April's Only For Him.




Travis, sitting behind his desk the next morning, handed the bills as well as the promotion letter to Barnaby Lassiter, his young admin assistant. Barnaby had been standing next to his desk for several minutes, fidgeting. He doubted the younger man knew how to stand still.

Barnaby shifted from one foot to the other and back again and then popped his gum. “Is that it?”

Travis looked up, noticing for the first time the plum blush Barnaby had splashed across his normally pale white cheeks and the matching plum lip gloss lining his lips. And then, of course, there was the eyeliner. He blinked. The dyed blond hair looked freshly done and a new salon style to it.

He cleared his throat. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”

“Uh-huh.”

Travis gestured to Barnaby’s hair.

“Just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t need to look good, boss man.”

“Right.” Travis nodded. It was a good thing Barnaby was damn good at his job. He handed the last document to his admin. “The first stack goes to Darrell and the last one to Mary.”

There was a short knock on the door and then it opened to reveal Nathan. He carried a file in his right hand and a white paper sack in the other. Nathan’s thick glasses had slipped down his long nose. After he pushed them up, his gaze briefly rested on Barnaby, before sliding away. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“You’re not. We’re finished.” He waved Barnaby away.

The blond sauntered over to the door to his office where Nathan still stood lingering in the doorway. “Good morning, Mr. Llewellyn.”

Eyes downcast, Nathan mumbled, “Morning.”

Barnaby disappeared beyond the door and to Travis’s surprise, Nathan stuck his head around the corner to peer outside the office in the direction the young admin had gone.

“Something you want to tell me?”

Nathan walked in and closed the door, his face red. “What?”

“Have you got the hots for Barnaby?”

“What? No? Barnaby? No way. He’s so…so—”

“Cute?” Travis supplied neutrally.

“Yes. No. Sort of.” Nathan shrugged. “He’s not my type. Here, I brought you a bagel and cream cheese to make up for forgetting your birthday.” He thrust the bag at Travis and sat in the chair in front of the desk.

Travis had to admit that his admin assistant was hot, but he reminded him of Alan. He had adored Alan, but the last thing he wanted was another boyfriend like Alan. Never mind the secretary aspect. “So, you’ve no interest in him at all?”

“God, no. Never.” The redness in his cheeks had deepened. He held up the file he’d brought with him. “I wanted to ask your opinion about the Peck case.”

* * *
Darrell didn’t even have to turn around to know who was standing behind his chair, even before the dramatic sigh announced his arrival. He could smell Barnaby several feet away. Or rather Barnaby’s expensive cologne
.
He turned to face Travis’s assistant. Barnaby flashed him a smile he was sure had been used on many a sucker. “Good morning.”

“Hi there.” Barnaby leaned on the cubicle wall. “I was told to give you these.” He handed a thick stack of papers to Darrell. “And also this.”

Darrell took the plain envelope from Barnaby. His name was neatly scrolled on it.

“Congratulations, D. The promotion is well deserved.”

“Thank you.” He stared at Barnaby when he noticed the man wasn’t leaving. “Anything else?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch with me today.”

“Lunch? Well, I…that’s probably not a good idea.” Darrell fidgeted with his letter. He didn’t want to hurt Barnaby’s feeling or anything, but he really didn’t see anything between them.

Barnaby rolled his eyes. “It’s just lunch, D. With a co-worker. We’re not going to have an afternoon delight or anything.” He gestured to the letter. “And since you’re rich and all, you can buy.”

“Me?”

“Yep.” Barnaby glanced at his watch. “I’ll come by your desk at eleven-thirty. Don’t worry, I know your car’s in the shop so I’ll drive us.”

Excerpt - Trust by Shawn Lane

Brad stared at the closed doors leading to the intensive care unit. He was shaking all over and couldn’t seem to stop. Had been since seeing Justin lying in the wrecked car, pale and bleeding. Near death.

As soon as his shift ended, Brad changed into jeans and a blue polo shirt and came straight to the hospital where Justin had been taken.

He hadn’t even known Justin was in California. Didn’t his biography on both his books and website say something about upstate New York?

God, Justin.

“Brad, what are you doing here?”

Brad turned to face the pretty African-American nurse who called out to him. He knew many of the staff in the area hospitals. “Hi, Gretchen. I was just wondering how the accident victim we brought in is doing.”

“Oh, the writer? He’s critical. They’re watching him closely for brain swelling.”

No, please.

“The press has been calling ever since they learned of the accident,” Gretchen said. She sighed, crossing her arms. “We’ve already had some trying to get in to take pictures.”

Brad swallowed the bile rising to his throat. Paparazzi in Los Angeles were like piranhas.

“Listen, Gretchen, do you think I might be able to see him for a minute?”

“You? Why? Brad, you know only immediate family is permitted.”

Brad nodded. “I know but…Justin has no family out here anymore.”

“Do you know Mr. Lowe?”

“Yeah, we…we were good friends once.” Brad blanched. His heart threatened to leap into his throat.

Gretchen stared at him, her mouth twisting in consideration. “All right, but only for a few minutes. Come with me.”
He followed her through the double doors and past several rooms, most of which were merely covered by curtains. He heard groans of pain coming from some of the rooms and low but poignant weeping from the room next to where Gretchen led Brad.

“Wait here,” she told him. “I’m going to tell his nurse.”

Brad stood outside the room covered with one of those ringed curtains. He felt sick and wasn’t sure he should even be there.

Justin’s nurse, an older woman with gray curls, piercing blue eyes and a name tag that said Betty, walked over to him. “Are you a family member?”

“No, ma’am. I-I used to know Justin. I don’t know where his family is now. I’m one of the paramedics who were called to the accident.”

Betty appeared unimpressed but she shrugged. “Two minutes. We’re keeping him sedated so he won’t even know you’re here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She sniffed and drew the curtain aside to reveal Justin looking very small and ghostly white in the hospital bed. Tubes stuck out of him and a white bandage had been wrapped around his head.

“Two minutes,” the nurse said again then sort of nudged him in the direction of Justin and pulled the curtain closed behind him.

Brad walked within touching distance of Justin. He was so pale Brad could see little blue veins beneath his skin. Justin’s lips were almost as pale as his skin and there was a cut and a bruise next to his mouth.

He had an uncontrollable urge to touch his former lover’s face. His hand shaking, Brad reached out and touched his index finger along Justin’s cold cheek. Somehow it seemed a violation. He had no right to touch this man. He’d lost that right years ago.

His chest constricted and he dropped his hand away from Justin. His ex had always been smaller than him. Justin was five feet eight inches tops. But lying helpless in the hospital bed he appeared even smaller and frailer. Just as heartbreakingly beautiful, though.
Justin wouldn’t want him there, of course. Brad was well aware Justin hated him. He’d screwed up bad in college, and even after Justin walked out of the locker room, Brad had tried to talk to him. Justin would have none of it and had even moved away to avoid Brad. He’d given up then, not wanting to be Justin’s stalker.

Still, he followed Justin’s very successful career as a mystery novelist. Brad always knew he would do well.

The curtain moved and Brad knew his time was up. Had been thirteen years ago, really. The foolish prick of tears stung his eyes. The heartache never went away.

“Time’s up,” Betty said unnecessarily. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a bird protecting her baby in the nest.

“How is he doing?” Brad asked.

The old nurse shrugged. “About as well as can be expected. Airbag saved his life but he hit his head pretty hard. Doctors are monitoring him and so far there’s no swelling of the brain.”

Brad nodded, aware one of the tears he’d tried to hold back fell hotly against his cheek.
Betty’s face seemed to soften a bit. “Want to be sure there’s no spinal damage too.”

Oh God.

Brad stepped away from the bed and Betty closed it off again. He felt a little lightheaded.

“You can come back tomorrow if you want,” Betty said with a sniff. “In the morning.”

Brad found he couldn’t speak so he mouthed the words thank you and walked back through the double doors and out into the regular wing of the hospital.

Excerpt - From Afar by Ava March

Coming February 23, 1010 from Samhain Publishing.


Leather creaked as Aleric shifted on the bench again. His knee bumped Raphael’s. Aleric’s quick intake of breath was clearly audible even above the sounds of the horses’ hooves pounding against the street as the driver took them swiftly to Mayfair. Another bump against Raphael’s knee, and Aleric pressed his calf against his. The slow rub of soft wool against his stocking-covered shin spoke louder than words that Aleric wanted his attention.

Desire flared under his skin. He could not have tamped it down if he had tried. Even the knowledge that Aleric only wanted him because he was there, to serve as a convenient vessel to sate his lust, could not dim the need building swiftly within him.

He looked to Aleric. The man’s silver-blue eyes were glazed with passion, his lips parted, exposing the sharp tips of his fangs, as he stroked his erection through his trousers.

Reaching up, Raphael closed the thin shade on the window in the door, blocking out most of the moon’s light, but not all of it. The silvery light seeping around the edges was just enough to cloak the interior in shadow, but not full darkness.

The soft swoosh of Aleric’s palm sliding over his trousers ceased. Both of them sat still, not moving a muscle. Raphael let the anticipation build until he could feel the waves of need rolling off Aleric, lapping against his skin, fueling his own.

Would it ever be like this with another?

Never.

A beckoning flick of his head, and Aleric shot off the bench. The carriage shook as he landed on Raphael, knees straddling his hips and arms braced on either side of his shoulders. Aleric slanted his mouth over Raphael’s, his fangs smacking against Raphael’s teeth. Before Raphael could even begin to savor the harsh kiss, Aleric dropped his head to nuzzle Raphael’s neck. Raphael tipped his head back, granting access as Aleric frantically dragged his lips along his jaw and up to nip at his ear. A shiver racked his spine. His now-hard cock twitched against the placket of his breeches.

“I can’t stop thinking about being with you.” A bit of confusion underlined the passion soaking Aleric’s low voice.

Raphael caressed his sides, felt the tremor shake the man’s body. “You mean you can’t stop thinking about sex. It’s to be expected. All your senses, all your instincts are heightened, strengthened. Lust is just one of them. With time, you’ll grow accustomed to the desires, to the constant need, and be able to temper it.”

“I do hope you’re right.” The quick puffs of Aleric’s hot, moist breath fanned his neck. He shifted closer, pressing full against Raphael. “It’s disconcerting, to say the least, to have such little control over myself.”

“Don’t be disconcerted. There’s no need. I’m here for you.” Raphael’s words turned into a groan as Aleric ground his hips, rubbing their hard pricks together.

With a tug on Aleric’s hair, he brought the man’s mouth back to his. There was nothing quite like kissing Aleric. The way it made him feel, as though he had found home. His heart clenched at the prospect of losing Aleric, but he pushed aside the despair, focused on the man in his arms. Determined to gather as many memories as he could of Aleric, for they would need to last him an eternity.

He grabbed Aleric’s arse, fingers pushing the soft wool of his trousers between his firm cheeks. Tongues twining, lips crushed together, they ground against each other, working each other into a fever pitch. Fluid seeped from the tip of his cock, dampening his breeches. Every move they made caused the slick satin to rub over the head of his cock in an agonizingly sweet caress.

An impending orgasm gripped his spine, teased his ballocks. Not yet! He wanted to be inside Aleric, wanted the man beneath him, but the cramped confines of the carriage would pose a challenge.

But he couldn’t leave Aleric untended to—he had given the man his word, after all, that he’d be there for him. He could well remember that overpowering, yet confusing constant need, during the initial weeks after he had been turned. Raphael worked his hands between their bodies, jerked on the placket of Aleric’s trousers. One tug and the ties of his drawers snapped in two. Twisting his head, he broke the kiss and pushed on Aleric’s broad shoulders. “Get up. Turn around.”

“Why?” Aleric moved to lean back down. Raphael had to lock his arms straight to hold the larger man back. Turning Aleric into a vampire had not only amplified his emotions but his physical strength as well, leaving Raphael with the distinct impression Aleric could have broken his hold in a trice if he so chose. He stared at Raphael for a moment, his lips wet from their kisses, his chest heaving, his muscles hard as iron beneath Raphael’s hands. Then dawning comprehension replaced the bewilderment on Aleric’s face. “Oh, you want to bugger—”

“No. Not here,” he said with a quick shake of his head. “Something else. Just get up before we reach Mayfair.”

The Nothing New Day

This is one of those days when I really have nothing to say. Sad, isn't it? I'd decided I was going to try to post something pretty much every day but what happens to days like this when there is nothing to report?

Hmm. I am anxious to finish Still the One. I love Dusty and Malcolm but others are calling to me. The good news is I am working toward their satisfying conclusion and I don't anticipate having any trouble finishing this weekend.

I'm waiting on two covers at present. I submitted my cover form for Still the One so I am waiting for that and of course the cover for Calvin and Matt's story, Only His Heart.

Once this one is out of the way, I intend to continue writing Jude's story and also to start the final "only" book, His One and Only starring Drew and Mark. Yes, I named Drew after our Drew. I have a tendency to name characters after some people I know and many of the characteristics of people I know, as well as myself, end up in the book.

On Saturday, the excerpt posted will be from Ava March's upcoming release, From Afar. I suggest you don't miss this book if you are an Ava fan because it will be a long time before her next one comes out. Isn't that right, Ava? lol.

Excerpt - Only For Him by Shawn Lane

Coming April 18, 2010 from Amber Allure



“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” Barnaby said, taking a step forward until they were an inch or two apart.

He could feel warmth radiating from the other man.

“Am not.”

Barnaby’s lips moved even closer, his breath caressing Nathan’s mouth. His cock filled and rose to press against his briefs. He puckered to touch Barnaby’s pouty lips with his when Barnaby moved away with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and dashed out of the kitchen.

Nathan shook his head and followed. Barnaby was already slipping through the door of his bedroom. He hoped to God he had condoms and lube. If he didn’t…well, they’d be taking a brief break to go to the all-night drug store down the street.

Even as he approached his room, doubts crept in. He still wanted to fuck Barnaby like crazy, but he wasn’t really a one-night stand kind of guy and he knew any kind of relationship with Barnaby would go exactly nowhere. The younger man was too young, too impetuous, too damn gorgeous and just…too much.

“I’m going to start without you,” Barnaby called.

Swallowing a moan, he entered his room. True to his word, Barnaby had already pulled off the bedspread of Nathan’s bed to reveal the pristine white sheets and taken off his pullover sweater. His jaw dropped, his gaze fixated on Barnaby’s sculpted, perfect abs.

“You work out?”

Barnaby smiled. “Sure. Dude, with a brother for a doctor? His gift for my birthday last year was a gym membership.”

Nathan just nodded. He watched as Barnaby’s fingers worked the button fly of his jeans. He thought maybe Barnaby should have been a stripper because those long fingers slipping across those buttons was sexy as fucking hell.

The jeans inched down Barnaby’s hips in such slow motion he began to wonder if he had started drooling yet. Nathan blindly unfastened his own pants. In the back of his brain he still tried to tell his cock this was a bad idea. Barnaby was an employee of the firm and totally wrong for him and—

Barnaby’s jeans shimmied down to his knees. He’d gone commando.

“Fuck,” Nathan whispered as the other man’s cock pointed up.

The younger man winked and then turned his back on Nathan as he removed his shoes and the last of his clothing, giving him a great view of Barnaby’s tight, round ass.

Nathan tripped trying to toe his own shoes off.

Saturdays Will Be Excerpt Day

I've decided to make Saturdays "Excerpt Day".

Every Saturday I will offer an excerpt of either something from the past (for new readers), something from a future release or even an excerpt from one one my fellow author's upcoming releases.

If you are an an author with something coming up and would like an excerpt posted one Saturday shoot me an email at authorshawnlane@gmail.com.