Crawling
Into Bed With A.J. Llewellyn
And
a Good Book
Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton. I would slip
and slide on satin sheets. I have enough trouble staying in bed as it is. You
wouldn't think cats take up much room, but they do. Sometimes I wake up
clinging to the edge of my mattress and they are sprawled out...livin' large!
If I had satin sheets
I'd be a human torpedo!
*chuckles*
Try sleeping with a Great Dane and a cat and a moderately sized man. What are
you wearing?
Um, a black T-shirt and
undies.
And
is that a good look on you ! *blushes* Oops. Sorry. Back on topic. Didn't mean
to sound like a bad pick up artist. What are we snacking on in bed while we
read tonight?
Carrot sticks. Heh heh
heh…had you fooled, huh? I don't usually eat in bed. I am neurotic about my
teeth, but for you I'll make an exception. We're eating Violet Crumbles, the
sexiest candy bars in the world!
Oh
my, I don't think I've ever had or heard of those! *runs off toGoogle* Okay…chocolate
is good. Thank you! If I open this
nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Two Archie comics (I
love Betty and Veronica double digests and I adore Jughead), books on
meditation, a vibrator, ooops, I mean, a prayer book, and matches. I burn a lot
of candles.
*eye
roll* Please. Like I haven't seen one of those before! Do you roll up in the
blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
No, but you just gave
my cats some cool ideas…
Hah.
They've been thinking about it all along, I assure you. In fact, you're
probably lucky if that's all they've been plotting. *glances at cats* Can I put
my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Of course you can, if I
get to see you naked!
*blinks*
Naked is a reciprocal thing. What are we reading?
We are reading one of
my books. It's called Back to Black
and it's a fun, sexy, romantic, erotic murder mystery set in Hawaii. I enjoy
reading my own books. Do you read your own books, Lee?
Well,
I sometimes get lost in the stories while I'm supposed to be editing, does that
count?
Anyway, I loved writing
this book! The hero, Quinn Novak, is a Honolulu Police Department detective who
lives on Don Ho Street (yes, there really is a Don Ho Street) and his love life
is about to take a paranormal turn. This is the first in my new series, Makaha
Beach Detectives.
Honolulu detective Quinn Novak has
to enter another realm to find scorching-hot sex. How far does he have to
travel to find true love?
Quinn Novak
is a Honolulu Police Department detective working an unusual case. A string of
robberies have taken place in homes tented for termites in the economically
depressed town of Makaha Beach. A gang of thieves appears to be trailing pest
control units then breaking in, so Quinn is assigned to watch over a
particularly important dignitary's home late one night. Quinn has a problem,
however. He's afraid of the dark.
He's never
told a soul and seems to be coping with his phobia until he spies two men
breaking in and follows them, despite of the dangers of the pesticide--and the
dark.
Once inside
the house, he appears to enter another realm--one filled with hot men who want…
him. Quinn has the most incredible threesome of his life, but then must leave
the house. How the heck does he get back in? And can he? Now, suddenly, he
wants to get back to black… back to the dark and the two men he left inside the
house. Can he ever find them again?
Excerpt:
"I
don't think there's a single clean cup here," I told my partner, as I
rifled through a motley collection in the makeshift kitchen of the Waianae Police
stationhouse. "They're all pretty disgusting. I wouldn't put my lips on
those. You might catch something."
Jackie gave
me a withering look. "You know... I really don't give a fuck, Quinn,"
she said.
That
shocked me. Jackie Howe was usually the sunniest person I knew. She poured
herself a cup. To be honest, the coffee smelled pretty good. I was about to
change my mind and gamble with my gastrointestinal health when she nudged me.
"Grab
us a couple of seats. I'll see if I can scare us up a donut or two."
I did as I
was told. The briefing room was filling up and I was lucky to put my hands on a
pair of comfy-looking swivel chairs. Almost everybody else had plastic lawn
chairs. I nodded at a few of the faces I knew and stifled a yawn. We'd come off
the night shift on our usual beat, District One in Honolulu. I'd caught a few
hours' sleep. I wasn't sure about Jackie. She seemed miserable. She joined me a
few moments later. It was hard to tell if her mournful expression was due to
the lack of carbohydrates or something more serious. I had a feeling it was the
latter and I felt bad for not noticing sooner than this morning.
"You
okay?" I asked her, touching her elbow. She dipped her head, turning her
face from me.
"Attention,
ladies!" The loo's voice boomed over our chatter. All conversation
stopped. He sure knew how to get a roomful of cops, half-asleep, mostly macho
guys at that, to shut the fuck up.
We were all
curious, all wondering why we'd received emergency text messages at five am,
demanding our presence at Waianae Police Station at seven.
I leaned
forward in my seat and caught a whiff of hazelnut-flavored coffee as Jackie
took a long slug of the hot liquid steaming up from a mug bearing the
words, I'd Rather be Kayaking.
I
knew I would.
Dang. I'd
passed on the opportunity for coffee and now I needed a java fix. To cap off my
grumpiness, Jackie seemed to be symptom-free and enjoying her brew. Maybe
disease would hit later. I felt bad for even thinking that way. Poor Jackie was
having a rough time of things lately. She'd been sullen and uncommunicative.
Actually, I realized in that moment that something really was wrong. Normally,
she drove me barking mad with her non-stop monologues.
Lieutenant
Kalika flicked a switch and the room went dark. It was a damned good thing,
because it hid all the filth. This was the dirtiest stationhouse I'd ever
walked into. In fact, the whole building had looked grungy when Jackie and I
had rolled up a few minutes before seven as directed. Trash overflowed from a
garbage bin out front. The building was a long, flat dun-colored thing that
could have used a fresh coat of paint.
It hadn't
escaped my attention that a crumpled banner for a community pride event lay,
tossed aside, outside the front door. It was now seven fifteen and I noticed we
were crowded into the briefing room with a cross-section of cops who, like us,
didn't belong on the leeward side of the island.
I tried to
focus on what the loo was saying, but my gaze had fixed itself out of the
window on the exterior of the police station. Waianae was a tough neighborhood.
I watched a kid getting beat up by two others right outside the station with
another kid recording it all on his cell phone.
"Am I
boring you, Novak?" the loo asked.
Yes.
"No, sir. I was just wondering if we shouldn't intervene in the beat-down
going on out front."
All eyes
turned and the lieutenant muttered something before marching out of the room.
We all sat in the near-dark and I felt grateful for all the bodies around me. I
have a pathological fear of the dark I have never confessed to anybody.
Breathe in,
breathe out.
A couple of
uniformed officers rushed outside and like I said, Waianae is one tough place,
because even in police presence, the two bigger kids kept unloading on the
smaller one. He fought back, surprisingly. The kid recording it all suddenly
took off. The cops reached under the pile of legs and arms and retrieved the
smaller guy, who'd done a pretty good job of defending himself in the melee.
We were all
silent, watching the pitiful scene outside.
"You
okay?" one of the officers asked the victim, whose mouth and nose bled. I
could hear his voice faintly. The kid said, "Yes," but he seemed
devastated. He walked off. Only when his back was turned on the others but
facing us in the briefing room did we see his face collapse in grief.
Poor kid.
You
can find it here:
Thank
you so much for this opportunity, Lee!
A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose
obsession with myth, magic, love and romance might have led to serious stalking
charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of
some very patient publishers, A.J.'s days are spent writing, reading and
dreaming up new worlds. AJ has definitely stopped Google-searching former
boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cup cake in the
universe to produce over 130 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them
all.
You can find this author lurking on
Facebook and Twitter - part-time class clown being another occupation. When not
writing or reading, A.J.'s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding
and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Diner Dash.
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