Crawling Into Bed With
Xavier Axelson
And a Good Book
Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton!
What
are you wearing?
Pajama bottoms and that’s it!
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Gingerbread Men cookies
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Ear plugs, MP3 player for audio book
listening, and mini
tape recorder for dream remembrances
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
Burrito. I’m a burrowing, hibernating kinda animal.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
NO~ I was gonna ask you the same thing!
What
are we reading?
Sneak peek Excerpt: attached
Buylink:
Blurb:
When Pryor's daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is convinced
she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods. He swears
she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation making him
see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the
forest? When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to
bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his
newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate
horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his
nightmare has only just begun...
Excerpt:
LILY
I am Lily's
father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was
taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing
in this world.
Unfortunately, my
daughter dwells in another world.
* * * * *
I glanced at the
necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily
back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was
when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness
that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the
light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.
The old clock on
the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of
the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that
department. Time always does.
Ned moved against
me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his
arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved
Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love
had disappeared from my life all together.
The clock still
hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to
know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther
into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed
more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I
could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of
wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the
clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my
eyes.
"Why aren't
you sleeping?"
"I was,"
I replied softly.
"No you
weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I
was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.
"It's
Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she
will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another
tear fell.
"Come
closer," he whispered.
"How much
closer could I get?"
"Closer,"
he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.
His lips brushed
on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my
mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.
"I never get
sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.
Smiling, I turned
in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him.
'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me
feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was
amazing.
I kissed him and
was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his
toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed
gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked
him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his
mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain
one of us was going to stop breathing.
He finally
relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.
"Fuck, you
make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.
His hand reached
for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough
hands and my skin.
"You like
that?"
I nodded, I did
like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy
after Lily disappeared.
His hands were
rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a
year, I guess he kind of did.
"You want me
to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy
embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck
cock.
"What do you
think?"
My response
excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told
me just enough.
When you had a
daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.
Where to find Xavier
Axelson:
Where to find Xavier
Axelson:
Ooooh - I am so reading this.
ReplyDeleteAnd I want to join in with the gingerbread men :)
Thanks for having me in bed Lee! :)
ReplyDeletesounds like a greeat story!!
ReplyDeleteAs always a great interview, Lee! Xavier - intriguing excerpt! Sounds great :)
ReplyDeleteSounds great! I will be adding to my TBR list..thanks...and wonderful interview :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your upcoming release!
ReplyDeleteIt's creeping slowly down to -30 below zero right now, so we are hold up in our mountain home with the sun shining across the valley below. Hoping for a beautiful sunset this afternoon..*S*
Oh I so love this excerpt, and it made me start tearing already. It's pulling at my heart, and I so want to read the rest. I'm adding this to my gotta have list. Beautiful cover too. I love this.