I have three prizes up for grabs (one prize = one winner, for a total of three winners). One is a copy of the Skater Boys anthology, edited by Neil Plakcy and featuring my story Totally Choice; one is a copy of the Model Men anthology, also edited by Neil Plakcy and featuring my story Still Life With Philip Delaney; and last but not least a copy of Eat Me, edited by Shanna Germain and featuring my story Awydd.
1) Check out the blurbs and excerpts below — clicking the link will show the info on this page.
2) Choose your desired item…
??? …And leave a comment stating which you’d like. Easy!
I’ll draw the winners via Random.org and have them posted by 1:00 PM Pacific time on May 21. Prizes will be sent ASAP after winners have been contacted.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Bad Boys on Boards
It takes a tough and independent young man to find the best places to shred. No wonder skaters have become the object of gay desire: brimming with attitude and sexual confidence, athletic skaters are quick to shred their shirts and show off their beautiful bodies. The characters of Skater Boys all have one additional thing in common: a love of hot man-on-man sex.
Take a ride with the uninhibited, wild young men of Skater Boys.
Story Blurb: I hadn’t really been thinking too much about having a boyfriend — it was summer vacation, I was busy avoiding finding a job, I wanted to goof off before I hit the books again in the fall. Then a new family moved to town…
We were just hanging out when he showed up. Eddie was stretched out on one of the picnic tables, his head hanging off the end; Chris and Than were busily texting; and I was looking at a sequence of pictures in my favorite skate magazine, trying to figure out the trick before I got to the caption.
“Hey,” a voice said, and I dragged my gaze up along his sensibly baggy pants, over the scarred belly of his deck and the blue hoodie-covered arm it was tucked under, up past a tiny slice of tanned skin showing over the collar of his shirt, and blinked. His face was fuckin’ smokin’, even though he had a beanie pulled down over his eyebrows and his hood up so I couldn’t see much of it.
“Hey,” Eddie said, waving. Chris and Than nodded at him and said, “Hey,” too.
“Yo,” I said, just to be different.
“So… Is it open slather?” he asked, nodding at the empty little park behind us.
“What?” Than asked.
“Can I have a go? Or are you yobbos keeping the hoons out?” He looked a little annoyed, and I was chewing my lip to keep from grinning at him like the idiot I am—I have this thing for guys with accents.
“You wanna skate?” Chris asked. “‘Cause if that’s what you’re askin’, then go for it. Otherwise, you’re gonna have to try again.”
“Yeah, I wanna skate,” he said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “‘S why I brought my board, innit?” He walked around Eddie’s table to the edge of the concrete and dropped his board in the grass, then shoved his hood back. It’s a Quiksilver hoodie, which makes sense with his accent. The thought of this guy being a surfer too nearly made my eyes cross. It definitely got my dick twitching, and once again I was grateful that I’m into something where overly large pants are the norm.
Anthology Blurb: What happens when the most beautiful man in the world wants you?
Whether gazing at a billboard or flipping through the pages of a magazine, who hasn’t felt a jolt of longing for the stunning male model who gazes back? From fresh-faced twenty-somethings to well-muscled daddies, Model Men is a tribute to the glory of the male form in all its seductive guises.
The characters in these stories range from the billboard-gracing Aiden in “Big Picture,” to ordinary guys immortalized in a catalog shoot in “When Gary Met Larry.” Hookups abound between artists, photographers, roommates, lovers and the models themselves in vivid locations from New York to Miami to a beach in Australia and beyond. These men want to be looked at and touched—in all the right places. Model Men are on the prowl for hot, steamy sex.
Story Blurb: I been friends with Ginger forever, so it ain’t like it surprised me when she asked me to do her a favor. I ain’t been a model for nobody since the last time my Ma hadda let out a pair of hand-me-down pants for me, but the art teacher don’t care. I just kinda wish Benny was around, ’cause he knows more about art than I do.
I tried real hard to hold still, but it wasn’t easy. My left foot was all pins an’ needles, my arms were tired from holdin’ myself up, an’ my feet an’ my hands an’ my ass were all cold. Why’d I ever say yes to replacin’ Ginger as the model for this life-drawin’ class anyhow? I mean, ‘sides from the fact that Ginger’d done me a handfulla favors over the last few years an’ I kinda owed her at least one.
“All right, time,” the lady at the front of the room, Miss Jenkins, said an’ I finally relaxed a little. Notta lot, though, ’cause if I relaxed too much I’d be showin’ off my bits an’ pieces an’ I didn’t wanna do that. She told me I wasn’t s’posed to, anyhow, an’ I didn’t wanna piss her off.
“If you’d please change position, Mister Delaney?”
Thank God. “Okay,” I said, an’ shrugged at her. “Whattya want me to do, now?”
“Um…” She thought about it, then pointed at the wooden box I was layin’ on. “Just stretch out on your side, please. And mind your, er…”
I minded my er an’ did as Miss Jenkins asked. At least I was gettin’ paid for takin’ my clothes off an’ lettin’ people draw me naked. It was easier work than what I usually did, an’ I even kinda liked it—I usually got to see what people drew an’ there were some real artists in the class.
There was also this guy. There he was again, sittin’ in the back, all bundled up in a coat an’ hat an’ even a scarf, hunched up an’ drawin’. He never let anybody see any of his pictures, an’ he always left right after my time was up. It was weird, but I’d figured out that mosta the art students were kinda weird, so I didn’t think too much about it.
The theme of the Eat Me anthology is that of gluttony, of wanting more than is perhaps good for you. My story, Awydd, is not just the only M/M story in the collection, but is also the only BDSM story, specifically D/s.
Anthology Blurb: Eat Me: Seven Stories of Gluttony is the first in MindFuck Fiction’s new line of Sexy Sins books! Available as a gorgeous e-book — complete with seven loin- and lust-stirring stories of gluttony and depravity, a special edition bookplate and an authors’ tell-all section — this collection is sure to whet your appetite in more ways than one.
Don’t miss this chance to delight your senses with stories from the delectable crew of Gina Marie, Heidi Champa, Daisy James, Erobintica, Dorla Moorehouse, Connor Wright and Kaysee Renee Robichaud. Within these pages, you’ll be invited to feast on the gorgeous prose and sensual actions of characters who howl at the hunger moon, eat fish–and more–on Fridays, gorge on gorgeous men at the train depot, and lick their frosted fingers every chance they get…
Story Blurb: Between office politics and end-of-term turmoil, Trevor Bythell and Maxwell Price haven’t had much time for a sex life. On a rare day off, Trevor takes matters–and Max–in hand.
Max dropped his jacket, his bag, and moaned into the kiss, his hands fumbling at Trevor’s belt. The other man grabbed at them and broke the kiss.
“Oh no,” Trevor said, sternly. “No you don’t. Hands together.”
Max’s eyes widened, but he put his hands together and held them out. “Sir?”
“Hush.” Trevor unbuckled his belt and pulled it free, then bound Max’s wrists with it. “Keep your mouth shut, pretty. Every time you’ve spoken to me this last month, it’s been no, Trev.” His voice was pitched high, mocking. “No, I’m tired, Trev; no, I’ve a headache, Trev; no, rule four, Trev; no, I’m too busy, Trev. I’m sick of it.”
“Uh…” Max closed his mouth, frowning a little.
“Exactly.” Trevor locked the door, then dragged Max across the room toward the nearest desk. “Sit up there, you.” He barely waited for Max to wriggle onto the desktop before he grabbed him and kissed him again, hard. Max’s lips parted and he kissed Trevor back, his fingers curling in the fabric of Trevor’s shirt.
After a few breathless minutes, Trevor moved and pulled Max to his feet again. “I want to see your cock, lovely. Let’s get your trousers open.”
Max squeaked as Trev swatted his hands away from his fly. “Trmmph,” Max said, a pained look on his face as he struggled to behave himself.