Want a little taste of something new?
Here it is...the first excerpt from my upcoming release,
from Breathless Press.
Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.
Edmund Vance Cooke
His hand drifted toward the cell phone on his night table, and he picked it up. He stared down at the little device, the latest technology available. His parents had bought it and brought it up to him with his clean laundry last Sunday. They'd been so proud of it, Dad explaining all the neat features of the phone, Mom insisting on snapping a few pictures of him with it.
He tried to turn his attention back to his book and the test that loomed, but thoughts of what Val might be doing, and who he might be doing it with, kept intruding. They hadn't made any commitments, but he and Val had shared a bed for the past week, and he'd known he loved Val since October, when he'd kissed his blue-haired roommate for the first time. A spontaneous, awkward, drunk kiss during a dorm Halloween party, neither he nor Val had mentioned it when they sobered up the next day, though
treasured the memory as the most wonderful kiss he'd ever experienced. Adrian
That had been a month ago, and in the last few weeks Val had broken up with his boyfriend, and
secretly thrilled to hold his friend and offer support. One thing had led to
another, one fumbling kiss to a caress, the caress to sex. From that night on,
they had slept here together, exploring and learning each other's bodies,
wants, and desires. Adrian
But this morning, Val had mumbled something about not waiting up for him.
too busy rushing to get ready for class and his upcoming exam, paid Val little
attention. Now he wished he had. It might have saved him this anxious, sharp
pain in his stomach, the heaviness of his heart. Events were scheduled all over
campus. He had no chance of finding Val at any of them. Pep rallies, concerts,
lectures, study groups. He wouldn't even recognize any of Val's punky friends
if he ran into them. Adrian
The thump of feet in the hallway stopping outside their door drew his attention. His gaze fastened on the door and he heard the click of Val's key in the lock as the knob turned. The sight of his roommate's flushed cheeks, plump, red, kiss-swollen lips, and crazily mussed blue hair sent his heart plummeting and his stomach churning. He swallowed to keep from throwing up, and forced himself to speak.
"Where have you been?"
cringed at the whiny need in his voice. Adrian
Val's head turned in slow, languid fashion and
flinched. Fuck. He tried the word out inside his
head, ignoring the heat along his cheekbones. His mother would freak if he ever
said it out loud. It fit though. He knew that look. Val had just that look when
he came. When Adrian
sucked his cock, or stroked him to orgasm, he looked exactly like that: sated,
flushed, and happy. But Adrian
hadn't put that look there tonight. Adrian
Val's eyes lit up when he saw
watching him, and he stumbled forward to collapse in a heap across the neatly
folded quilt 's
grandma had hand stitched for him as a graduation gift. "I'm in love."
He moaned, twisting onto his side gingerly to face Adrian . Adrian
Val nodded, his eyes drifting closed dreamily. "He's so awesome,
He's on the football team. Blond hair, blue eyes, the broadest shoulders..."
Voice trailing dreamily away, Val's own blue-eyed gaze snapped up and locked on
Adrian 's. "And
man, he's got skills. I've never felt like that before." Adrian
Look for more next Sunday!