Have
you ever had an instant connection with someone you’ve met? Maybe someone you
just happened to be chatting with in line at the supermarket check-out. Or
someone you sat next to on the train. Someone you shared a class or workshop
with.
Sometimes
those encounters can lead to friendships. Other times, that person is in your
life for the length of the line or train ride, and then you never see them
again. Even though you wish you could.
Then
there are the parties. You’re dancing, drinking, having a great time, and you
meet someone you instantly know should be part of your life. Maybe you dance
with them. Stand or sit around chatting.
Maybe,
if they’re the gender you prefer and you can find a quiet spot, you have sex
with them.
And
then you realize afterward, when the party has ended and you’ve walked away,
that you have no idea how to ever reach them again.
In
my new male/male contemporary novella Whatever
He Wants, Randall considers himself the king of one-night stands, and
usually he doesn’t care if he ever sees his partner again. A working grad
student, Randall doesn’t believe he has time for relationships. As he puts it,
he just wants to get in, get off, and get out.
That
is, until he meets Isaiah at a party. He feels an almost instant “click” with
Isaiah, and after some really hot sex, he knows he wants to see Isaiah again.
But Isaiah has already walked away, and Randall has no idea how to find him.
Unknown to Randall, his reputation has spread, and Isaiah wants to teach him a
lesson about how it feels to be played.
Share
your own chance encounter story in the comments, and I’ll draw one winner on
Dec. 14 to receive a PDF copy of Whatever
He Wants.
BLURB:
Grad
student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love, and
is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that
way until he meets Isaiah at a party.
Against
all of Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking
for, and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. Randall doesn’t know
whether Isaiah is truly interested in him or just playing the player, but to
find out, Randall will do whatever Isaiah wants.
ADULT
EXCERPT:
Isaiah
ended up eating only half his meal. He kept exchanging heated looks with
Randall until Randall could barely stand it, and apparently Isaiah was just as
turned-on. He shoved his plate away and tossed some cash on the table. “I’ve
got yours. Let’s go.”
“Where?”
Randall asked.
“Your
place.” Isaiah smiled. “I want to see your bed.”
Randall
grabbed him by the jacket and dragged him outside. Isaiah laughed the entire
way to Randall’s apartment.
The
second they were inside, before Randall even managed to speak Isaiah pinned him
against the door, holding Randall’s hands to his sides. He crushed his mouth
hard against Randall’s, teeth and tongues colliding so forcefully it hurt.
Randall didn’t give a shit. He was here with Isaiah. With Isaiah’s body against
his, cocks rubbing together through their jeans, heat building between them
until he thought he would burst into flames.
And
that was just a goddamn kiss.
Isaiah
broke the kiss but stayed against Randall. “Do you feel how hard I am, baby?”
“Yeah.”
Randall tried to pull a hand free to cup the pleasing bulge between them but
Isaiah tightened his grip. “I want to touch you.”
“I’ve
been this hard for you all week,” Isaiah growled. “All fucking week all I’ve
thought about was plowing into your tight little ass and stroking your cock and
making you scream. I jerked off so much I was almost raw and it wasn’t enough.”
“Because
it wasn’t me,” Randall said. He was elated. Isaiah had suffered just as much as
he had. Had wanted him just as much. He hadn’t been the only one to have a
miserable week, and now they were going to make up for it.
“Because
it wasn’t you,” Isaiah agreed. “What about you? Did you play with yourself
while you thought about me? Did you come so hard you saw stars while you
dreamed about having me play with your dick? Tell me, baby. Tell me how bad you
missed me.”
Such
intense arousal rushed through Randall that he almost wasn’t able to collect
himself enough to speak. “Bad,” he blurted. “So, so bad. I stroked off every day.
Saw you. Your eyes. Your hair. Your hands and cock. All about you and you
weren’t here and I wanted to fucking kill you.”
“We
really did a number on each other.” Isaiah let go of him and stepped back. “You
only wanted a one-night stand last week before we hooked up, didn’t you?”
“Get
in, get off, get out.” Randall took a deep breath and adjusted his painfully
hard cock inside his pants. “The usual when I go to parties. But it wasn’t
enough. I knew that before you even started to fuck me. I knew I wanted more. I
wanted longer.”
“So
did I.”
Isaiah
stepped forward and touched his lips to Randall’s again. This kiss was a stark
contrast to the previous one. Gentle, not rough. Tender, not forceful. Full of
emotions Randall had never imagined feeling, let alone admitting to, but they
were all there bare and obvious. And mutual.
