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SOME PLACE ONLY WE KNOW – m/m contemporary adult R

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Some Place Only We Know
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-450-1 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SomePlaceOnlyWeKnow.html

BLURB:

Adam Carstairs and Domenic Morton are both trapped in the closet. Adam because he’s never found the courage to do more than wonder whether or not he’s gay, and Domenic because he fears being disowned by his family.

The pair first meet at a local hospital where Adam is a volunteer, and Domenic is visiting his older brother who has been badly injured in an auto accident. The day Domenic learns his brother is unlikely to recover, he and Adam go for a walk on the Niagara Escarpment. The weather closes in and when they’re caught in a freak snowstorm, they shelter in an abandoned cottage where they take the opportunity to explore their feelings for one another. However, when Adam awakens the following morning to find Domenic gone and a note about Domenic’s brother having taken a turn for the worse, Adam figures Domenic used his brother’s condition as an excuse to disappear. Adam feels used and abused and hopes never to see Domenic again. But when Domenic turns up at Adam’s bookstore and explains what happened, can the men pick up where they left off? off?

EXCERPT:
…After going to the makeshift metal sink, Adam turned on the tap and was rewarded with a steady stream of water. Last time he was here, he’d filled a glass and checked it for clarity and taste. He’d suffered no ill effects, so he was prepared to risk it a second time. “Want a glass of water?”
Domenic shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “I’d rather have something warm, like a coffee or hot chocolate.”
Adam tossed him one of the blankets, and turned back to pick up the other for himself. “If I we had some logs and a lighter, I’d cross my fingers the chimney is in working condition and start a fire. But we don’t, so we’ll have to make do with these.”
“How about a little body heat instead, bro?”
Domenic’s hands slipped around Adam’s waist from behind, pulling Adam against his hard body. Adam first reaction was to simply freeze. Instead, he closed his eyes and kept perfectly still, almost afraid to breathe. However, Domenic did nothing more than just hold him and, after a moment or two, Adam started to relax.
How long they stood there like that, Adam didn’t know. He felt warm and secure, content to spend forever inside a magical moment that had never before existed beyond the bounds of his imagination. When he finally opened his eyes, the room was in virtual darkness. All he could hear was the soft tenor of Domenic’s breathing. All he could feel or think about was the heat of Domenic’s body. And all he could see beyond the cottage was a world full of whirling, white snowflakes.
He wanted so much to say or do something to let Domenic know this what he wanted, that this what he’d been waiting a lifetime to experience, but he remained where he was, silent and unmoving, reluctant to do anything for fear of breaking the spell. But then Domenic took the initiative, turning him around until they were face to face, and he felt the soft touch of the other man’s lips against his own.
He could smell Domenic’s own special scent–a strange mixture of toothpaste, coffee, the fabric softener from his clothing, male sweat and sex. Scents that managed to combine and blot out the unused, musty aroma of the abandoned cottage and its decrepit furnishings; scents that transported him to another world while indelibly imprinting themselves in the furthermost corners of his mind. This was who he was. And this was the first step on a journey he’d been so afraid of taking, until now.
The tip of Domenic’s tongue found its way between his slightly parted lips, and he welcomed the intrusion, opening his mouth to experience what he’d only read and dreamed about in the privacy of his room. Adam knew this first kiss was supposed to be something special, and it was all that and more. He’d been aware of Domenic from the first time they met, except what he’d felt back then wasn’t even lukewarm to what he was feeling now. From the instant Domenic touched him and his whisker-rough cheek brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck, those initial feelings had intensified ten-fold, rushing through his body like a fast-acting drug. Now, as their tongues tangled and the evidence of Domenic’s arousal pressed hard against his own, his body was on fire with needs that turned his blood to fire and his thoughts to a raging inferno of questions only Domenic could answer.
Adam held his breath as Domenic opened his jacket, unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, and slid the zipper down as far as it would go. Tugging both his jeans and his underpants down to his knees, Domenic wrapped a hand around Adam’s cock and began to tease the tip with the pad of his thumb.
Then, before he could even guess what he had in mind, Domenic knelt down on the filthy floor, slipped a condom over Adam’s dick and took him into his mouth. Adam had never experienced anything quite so exquisite in his whole life. Just the thought of Domenic’s soft, velvety mouth sucking him like this made him want to orgasm. To actually have it happen and luxuriate in the feeling firsthand was like a tiny slice of heaven. Determined to hold on to the moment for as long as possible, Adam closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath and threaded his fingers through Domenic’s hair. But then Domenic used his free hand to caress Adam’s balls. And for Adam it was game over.

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med_HappyChristmasEndingA Happy Christmas Ending
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-525-7 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HappyChristmasEnding.html
The sequel to the Amber Allure best-seller Raindrops And Roses…
When Drew and Michael first met, they spent every minute of their free time together, making love, dreaming, planning and generally behaving like they lived on their own private planet. Now, almost three months later, they’re still together, but only just. Michael’s been gradually distancing himself from Drew and he’s not returning Drew’s calls. They’re supposed to be spending Christmas with Michael’s family, so Drew forces a meeting. If Michael has met someone else, he wants to know, and he wants to know now.
Will the holiday turn into a disaster, or will the men have a happy Christmas ending?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
Excerpt…
…I waited until after dinner to call Michael. He answered on the third ring.
I didn’t want to come across as pushy or make it sound as if I was checking up on him, so I said, “Hi, it’s Drew. How’s things?”
“Can I call you back?”
It was the same thing he’d said the two other times I’d called and I was still waiting for a call back. Three times in a row was way too much. My internal radar was flashing red alert and I wasn’t about to get brushed off. “Why? You busy or something?”
“I am kind of. Is this important?”
I sighed loudly in the hope he’d hear me. “You mean you have company?”
“No. I umm… Look, Drew. I’m busy. I have a headache, and I really don’t feel like chatting.”
“What’s wrong, Michael? And please don’t say nothing. I’m not stupid or thick, so I know damn well there is. If we’re done, please say so. Otherwise, an explanation would be nice.”
“Okay! So I’m tired, overworked, and I really do have a headache. Satisfied?”
“No, I’m not satisfied. Far from it. You’ve been pulling this overworked and overtired shit on me for weeks. It’s getting old. You don’t want to talk, you don’t want to go anywhere, and now you don’t even return my calls. All of which I take to mean you don’t want to see me. If this is your way of saying we’re over, then spit it out. I’m a big boy, Michael. I can take it. What I can’t take is living in limbo like this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Drew. I don’t want us to break up. That’s the absolute last thing I want. If I did, I would have said.”
“Then prove it. I haven’t seen you in ages. Let’s get together for a drink. Either here at Jasper’s or I can come over there to you.”
“Sure, but can we please do it some other night?” I heard him suck in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me. I have a few problems. Things I need to deal with. I wouldn’t be very good company.”
“So what? I thought we were a couple.”
“We are.”
“Well, for your information, couples are supposed to share things—the good times, the bad times, and especially the problems. Or didn’t you read the memo?”…
Either here at
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A HAPPY CHRISTMAS ENDING – m/m contem porary adult R

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A Happy Christmas Ending
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-525-7 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HappyChristmasEnding.html
The sequel to the Amber Allure best-seller Raindrops And Roses…

Blurb:
When Michael and Drew first met, they spent every minute of their free time together, making love, dreaming, planning and generally behaving like they lived on their own private planet. Three months later they’re still together, but only just. Michael’s been gradually distancing himself from Drew and he’s not returning Drew’s calls. They’re supposed to be spending Christmas with Michael’s family, so Drew forces a meeting. If Michael has met someone else he wants to know. And he wants to know now.

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Excerpt – INDEPENDENCE DAY 2 – m/m contemporary – Adult R

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Independence Day
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-645-1 (Electronic)

http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/IndependenceDay.html

The perfect plan for success, or a guaranteed recipe for disaster?
It sounded like such a simple, mutually beneficial arrangement when the idea was hatched over drinks in a bar late one night. A little short-term pain for long-term gain, or so Nick’s ambitious boyfriend, Al, believed. If Nick would take a back seat while Al played the doting husband to Missy, daughter of the town’s leading lawyer for a couple of months, Al’s lifelong dream of a partnership with Hilldale & Partners would finally be achieved. In return, Missy would be out from under her daddy’s thumb, free to follow her own alternative lifestyle. And then, after a short interval, Nick and Al could pick up where they left off, and everyone would live happily ever after.
As far as spur-of-the-moment plans went, this one sounded perfect.
What could possibly go wrong?
NOTE: Don’t miss the sequel, Independence Day II, available April 2010!
EXCERPT:
Al closed his eyes, all the better to absorb Nick’s nearness, along with his taste and his smell. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed Nick. Or how downright boring his life had become without Nick there to love and motivate him. If Nick had been patient and waited just a little while longer until Al was able to straighten out a few things and be offered the partnership at Hilldale’s he’d always dreamed of, anything would have been possible. Despite Al’s requests, however, Nick had refused to even try to understand how fragile these things were. How loyalty and ambition were the measure of a man at Hilldale. And how everything Al had spent this past year working his ass off to achieve could be lost by nothing more complicated than being seen even briefly in the company of the wrong person.
As Nick’s eager tongue tangled with his, Al gripped Nick’s butt cheeks, rubbing his aroused cock against Nick’s burgeoning shaft. For weeks now, Al had gotten hard just thinking about Nick. In fact, it had been so bad on the plane coming down to Vegas, he’d had to go to the bathroom twice and jerk off like an over-sexed teenager. Now he was hard again, aching with the need to lose himself in Nick’s heat.
He ran a finger down Nick’s crack. Damn, but this felt so fucking good. What had Nick been thinking about, taking off without as much as a single word? Nick knew Al’s marriage was nothing more than a joke, a convenient and temporary arrangement for all concerned—a way around a major obstacle on the road to success. It was a means to an end and nothing more.
He opened the zipper on Nick’s pants and slipped a hand inside, his breath catching with excitement as his fingers encountered the kind of heat and hardness that made his belly cramp and his heart beat faster. He wanted Nick’s cock in his mouth. He wanted to suck him, and then he wanted Nick to do the same thing to him and more. He wanted to feel Nick’s big rod, ramming up his ass. He wanted…
Al’s hands were shaking with a combination of frustration and long-suppressed need, but somehow he managed to unsnap Nick’s pants and push them down, along with his boxers. For a brief second, he hesitated. In the old days, they’d never bothered with condoms, but now, after all these months apart? Did he dare take a chance? Refusing to think about what Nick might or might not have been doing, he removed one of the tiny packages he’d put in his pocket before leaving his room, knelt down and quickly sheathed Nick’s arousal with the protective covering.
He took a deep breath, wrapped his lips around Nick’s cock, and began stroking the tip with his tongue the way he knew Nick liked. Then, as he began to suck, a shudder ran through Nick’s body and he began pushing hard against Al’s mouth. Once he had Nick all the way in, Al began to caress Nick’s balls with one hand while he probed the entrance to his hole with the forefinger of the other.
Nick pushed again, and Al began to suck harder. Much as he enjoyed leisurely lovemaking, this was not the time. He knew Nick was on the verge of coming, and from the way his own cock was straining against the confinement of his clothing, Al knew it wasn’t far off for himself either. Continuing to keep Nick in his mouth, he undid his own pants, feeling a rush of excitement as his engorged penis sprang free and he was able to cradle its heat and hardness in his hands. He began to caress himself lightly from root to tip. Then, as he felt Nick’s whole body stiffen and he heard him groan, he began sucking Nick harder and rubbing himself faster, until suddenly it was like the whole world was exploding around him. He felt dizzy with relief, and delirious with happiness. And here he’d been afraid Nick had taken off because he no longer loved or wanted him.

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Excerpt – INDEPENDENCE DAY – m/m/ contemporary Adult R

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By Christiane France

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/IndependenceDay.html

Nick Gregorio took a stand against his ambitious ex-lover’s plans for a reunion. If Al wants them to get back together, then he has to give up the double life he’s been living and move to Vegas.

In INDEPENDENCE DAY 2
By Christiane France

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/IndependenceDay2.html

Nick Gregorio is at a crossroads in his life. When his former lover, Al Martinsen, came to Vegas wanting to make up, Nick was prepared to listen. For Nick, however, returning to their hometown to resume playing second fiddle to Al’s ambitions was not an option, and he suggested Al move to Vegas permanently.
Six weeks have passed with no word from Al, and Nick doesn’t know what to think. Is Al still considering moving to Vegas, or does his silence say it all? When Nick finally receives news about Al, it sends him reeling with shock, anger and total despair. He knew Al had allowed ambition to dominate his life, but even he found it hard to believe Al would go so far as to commit the ultimate betrayal. There’s no going back for either of them now.
In desperation, Nick looks for temporary oblivion in the form of a night out that turns nasty and violent. Fortunately for Nick, his new friend and boss, Trip Browning, comes to his aid. With Trip’s support, Nick is able to resume work planning the gala opening of The Neapolitan’s newest restaurant. That is, until Trip delivers a surprise of his own and sends Nick’s world spinning in a whole different direction…

Excerpt:

Nick had been literally holding his breath, praying for Silvia’s approval. If she’d given thumbs down on all or any of the three dishes, he’d have been hard-pressed to come up with replacements at this late stage. Instead, to his relief, she’d loved them all!
As the door closed behind Silvia, Nick let out his breath in a rush, grabbed Trip and waltzed him around the room. “She liked them. In fact, I think she loved them. This is so totally fantastic because I was terrified she would hate them all, and in that case I would have been totally screwed because I—”
Nick’s flow of words ceased abruptly as Trip’s arms tightened around his body and then the hot, moist heat of Trip’s mouth brushed softly against his lips. Unable to move, Nick closed his eyes, savoring the magic of Trip’s embrace. He could feel his heart thudding against his ribs and the blood pulsing in his veins. He could also feel Trip’s heat and smell his scent, but he didn’t know what to do or even what to think. Okay, so it was something he’d secretly wondered about and hoped for. Now, it appeared what he’d suspected about Trip was true.
But why hadn’t Trip made a move before now? Nick tried to pull free to ask, but Trip held firm, one hand cupping the back of Nick’s head, while his tongue slipped into Nick’s mouth, gently at first, seeking, exploring. As the kiss became more passionate, Nick knew he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted—
As suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. Trip released his hold on Nick and stepped back, his face flushed and his expression confused. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I had no right. It’s too soon. You need time to recover, time to heal and put the past behind you. Forgive me, I—”
Before Nick could collect his thoughts and say he didn’t want or need an apology, Trip had abruptly stopped speaking, wrenched opened the door and rushed out, leaving Nick on his own.
Nick took a deep breath and touched his mouth with the tips of his fingers. He let the breath out slowly. Oh, man! Trip had kissed him. A real, honest-to-goodness, lots of tongue involved, French kiss. It had been so damned good, he hadn’t wanted it to end. He’d wanted it to continue on all the way to its natural conclusion. He’d been ready to rip off his clothes, go down on his knees…
Trouble was it had all happened too fast, and ended much too quickly. Now, he could hardly believe it had happened at all. But it had. Trip had kissed him. It hadn’t been a dream or his imagination. It had happened. He closed his eyes, trying to relive the moment. He wanted to chase after Trip, ask him why he’d rushed off like that. He wanted to feel Trip’s arms around him again. He wanted to feel his mouth, his hands…
Damn!
He hit Trip’s desk with his closed fist. The best thing that had happened to him in months and then to have it snatched away like that. He wondered where Trip was and what his chances were of finding him. Except Nick knew, wherever Trip had gone, chasing after him was the worst possible idea. Trip had mostly likely acted in the heat of the moment, and now he needed a little time and space to get his head together. He’d be back when he was ready.
The good thing was even before that kiss, he and Trip were close. Trip had interviewed him for a job at The Neapolitan within a few days of Nick arriving in Vegas, and they’d clicked right away. In fact, Nick knew he wouldn’t have settled into his new life as easily without Trip’s help. Still, there were limits beyond which he couldn’t go. Until now, he hadn’t been quite sure of Trip’s sexual orientation, and perhaps Trip hadn’t been either. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could just come out and ask.
For all Nick knew, Trip was one of those guys who’d been teetering on the edge all his life, unwilling or unable to declare himself. But then Nick’s moment of triumph had given him the shot of courage he’d needed to just close his eyes and jump. And ended up scaring the hell out of himself?
Whatever the reason behind that kiss, Nick knew it had left Trip feeling confused and embarrassed. He wanted to go to him, hold him and tell him everything was okay, but right now, he knew Trip needed to be left alone to work things out for himself. He didn’t need Nick hounding him for answers he most likely didn’t have, or probing for motives of which he was unsure.
When Trip was ready to talk, he’d be back in touch. Nick glanced at his watch and made a mental note of the time. If that didn’t happen within the next few hours, then it would be up to him to make the next move…
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Excerpt – REINCARNATION – m/m contemporary – adult R

Reincarnation

This is another story from he series, IT HAPPENED IN LAS VEGAS:

Reincarnation
by Christiane France

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ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-585-0 (Electronic)

When past and present collide, it’s difficult to know what’s real and what’s not…
When Lee Stanger and Reno Jackson meet in a Las Vegas bar, they feel an instant and mutual attraction, plus the feeling they’ve met somewhere before. But they couldn’t have met previously, since Lee has never been to the west coast, and Reno has never been farther east than Denver. And both men have good reason not to go digging up the past in the hope of figuring it out.
Over the course of the evening, however, Lee has a series of fragmented and puzzling flashbacks about an event from his past that includes a man who looks like Reno. Or could he be confusing two unrelated incidents, and if so, are they connected in some way?
Until now, Lee has chosen to ignore medical advice and allow an unpleasant experience that happened eight years ago to remain a blank in his mind. But with details starting to resurface and a burning need to remember exactly what happened, he can no longer afford to suppress the memories, no matter how painful or traumatic. Whether he wants to or not, he knows it’s time to fill in the blanks…
EXCERPT:
The garage told Lee his car wouldn’t be ready for pick up until after lunch, so he took a taxi over to the men’s boutique in the Neapolitan Hotel. Since Reno was busy with a customer when he arrived, Lee browsed through a few of the items on the sale rack. Smiling to himself, he felt his nerves tighten with anticipation while he waited for Reno to go through the time-honored salesman’s patter of telling the guy it had been a pleasure to be of service and to be sure and come back and see him the next time he was in Vegas.
Finally, the customer disappeared out the door, and Reno came over to Lee and punched him lightly on the arm. “Yes, sir, is there something I can do for you? A new business suit, perhaps? Or are you looking for something casual? We’ve just received a shipment of lightweight linen jeans by that new L.A. designer who’s such a big hit with all the celebrities. Perfect for Vegas weather at this time of year.”
There was something so innately sexy about the professional sales pitch, combined with the knowing grin and the heat he could see in Reno’s dark eyes, Lee immediately felt dry-mouthed and weak at the knees. He wanted Reno, and he wanted him now. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “Why don’t you just lock the damn door and put out the lights? I assume you have a fitting room somewhere in back.”
Reno’s grin widened as he ran the back of his hand down Lee’s chest, stopping a scant inch above Lee’s quickly hardening cock. “Well, sir, I’d love to oblige, but as you can see, I’m the only one here at the moment. Of course, if you’d care to wait for a few minutes until one of our other sales’ associates returns from his break…”
Suddenly, the wanting and the needing were so acute Lee’s chest tightened to the point he could hardly breathe. “And what happens then?”
“Then we can go to one of the fitting rooms where I’ll take your measurements. And after that, I’ll see what we have in your size.”
“You’re my size, Reno. You’re all—”
Just then two smartly dressed guys came into the store—one in his mid-twenties, the other who looked to be pushing fifty. “We’re baaack,” the younger man announced.
“Perfect timing,” Reno said. “My customer here needs some help. He’s having a little trouble finding the proper fit.” Reaching out, Reno snatched a few items off the nearest rack with one hand and then used the other to shepherd Lee to the back of the store. “If you’ll just come with me, sir, I’ll double-check your measurements,” he added in a loud voice. “I’m sure we must have something in your size.”
Instead of tiny cubicles fitted with half-doors like those found in a lot of stores, Lee was relieved to see the half-dozen or so fitting rooms here were all a decent size with full doors. They even boasted chairs and a small table complete with pins, chalk, tape measure and whatever else might be needed to ensure complete customer satisfaction. Lee followed Reno inside the last cubicle at the end of the row, smiling as he closed and locked the door.
“Alone at last,” he murmured.
Dropping the clothes he’d brought with him on the nearest chair, Reno slipped an arm around Lee’s waist and pushed him back against the wall. “I’ve been thinking about you, me and last night non-stop the whole morning,” he whispered against Lee’s lips. “And wondering if you’d show up, or if it was just a one-night stand. I even thought about taking an emergency break and coming back to your place with the excuse I’d left something behind.”
“If you had, I wouldn’t have let you get away a second time.” Reno smelled of sex and coffee, and Lee’s hands were shaking with the need for closer contact. He unsnapped Reno’s jeans and slid the zipper down. “How much time do we have?”
“Five minutes, give or a take a few seconds.”
“Just enough time for a quickie,” Lee murmured as began to caress Reno’s shaft, loving the way it quickly hardened and pushed eagerly against his hand. The time constraint and the risk of being interrupted made Lee’s heart beat faster and added excitement to the moment. His fingers tangled in the hair around the root before moving up the hot, silky length to catch a dribble of pre-cum at the tip. Reno’s tongue found its way into his mouth, and Lee’s tongue moved to greet it, while his fingers moved faster.
Then it was Lee’s turn for a little loving. Without breaking the kiss, Reno opened Lee’s pants and Reno’s cool hand took possession of his cock, squeezing and caressing. Lee wanted to hold back and make the moment last for a while, but this wasn’t the kind of relaxed, easy lovemaking they’d enjoyed last night. This was raw, unbridled sex, a now or never super quickie. Reno’s movements were insistent and urgent, bordering on rough, and exactly what Lee needed. He was up and over the top within seconds, and Reno was right behind him.
“Wow!” Lee breathed as Reno grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the table and pushed them into his hand. “What was that? The four-minute mile in ten seconds?”

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Excerpt – I’M SORRY – m/m contemporary adult R

This is the first story in my IT HAPPENED IN LAS VEGAS series:
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I’M SORRY
By Christiane France
Publisher: Amber Quill Press/AmberAllure

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ImSorry.html

Blurb:
Misinformation and misunderstandings drove Chad and Reese apart and shattered their dream of a new life together.
Ten years later, they meet again in Las Vegas, and try to figure out what went wrong. However, Reese tells a completely different story to the one Chad heard back in New York, and now he’s convinced what he heard was true and Reese is lying. Problem is, he still loves Reese, and Reese says he feels the same way. But can love overcome all the hurt and the pain and give them a second chance at happiness?

Excerpt:

Chad Varaday leaned against the lobby wall of the Neapolitan Hotel in Las Vegas, waiting for what seemed like forever for an elevator to take him up to his room. Finally, a car arrived. The doors opened and as the passengers exited, one of them, a dark-haired man in his late thirties, snagged Chad’s attention. His heart skipped a beat.
Reese Harmer? Impossible! He watched, frowning as the man took off in the opposite direction, turned a corner and disappeared.
The guy bore a strong resemblance to a man from his past who Chad remembered all too well. But ten years was a long time, and as people got older, their looks changed and memory couldn’t always be relied on. Chad knew he didn’t look the same as he had ten years ago. He’d lost his boyish looks, along with his illusions, and each week seemed to bring a few more lines and grey hairs.
Another car arrived, closed its doors and left, but Chad continued to stare down the now empty hallway. He knew it couldn’t have been Reese…yet there’d been something. Maybe it was the way the guy carried himself or something about the way he walked that reminded him of the man he’d once loved. Chad shook his head. Not Reese, but enough of a likeness to stir up a sack full of painful old memories of times and places best forgotten.
When the next car slid to a stop and opened its doors, Chad picked up his overnight bag, got on and pressed the button for his floor. Tall, slim, dark-haired handsome men were a dime a dozen in Vegas, nevertheless he’d found the likeness strong enough to be more than a little disturbing. A ghost from the past…
Ten years ago, Chad had had it all. As the youngest son of an influential family, and fresh out of school with his master’s degree in business, he’d spent the winters in town, living the life at his own bachelor apartment in New York, and summer weekends either at his parents’ place in the Hamptons, or at a friend’s summer home at the Cape. He’d had everything he wanted and his future had been there before him like a bright shiny bubble.
And then he’d met Reese at a charity function. Reese had said he was married, but he and his wife were separated and had been for several years. They just hadn’t got around to talking to a lawyer and filing for divorce. Whether Reese had married to hide the fact he was gay or in an effort to deny it, Chad had never quite figured out. And since it was none of his business, he’d never asked. But it had been pretty much love at first sight for him and Reese. They’d spent that summer and fall keeping their affair under wraps by inventing business trips and meeting in out of the way places. Until one snowy winter day when the bright shiny bubble had burst and life, as he’d known it back then, had ceased to exist.
“Can you hold the door, please!”
As Chad stuck his foot out to stop the door from closing, the same dark-haired man bounded back into the elevator.
Almost nose-to-nose, they stared at one another, and everything around Chad vanished except the here, the now, and the one face he’d never expected to see ever again.
“Chad?”
Chad held his breath. His heart was beating too fast, and his stomach was doing a great imitation of a ship on stormy seas. Ten years ago, he’d gone through all the gut-wrenching aftermath of a bad breakup. The crying jags, the inability to eat or sleep properly for weeks. The deep depression when he’d shut himself away from the world and everyone in it, including his own family.
He could not go through all that again. Maybe, if he just ignored this ghost from the past, pretended he hadn’t heard…
“Hey, Chad? It’s me, Reese. Reese Harmer.”
The elevator stopped. Chad glanced at the indicator board, realized it was his floor, and with a muttered, “Excuse me, please,” pushed his way past the ghost and out of the car.
He’d taken no more than two or three steps along the hallway when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Chad! Hold it! Please don’t do this. I know it’s you.”
Chad stopped, gritted his teeth and turned. “Get your hands off me. Now!”
Reese removed his hand and took a cautious step backward. “Hey, you were the one who was supposed to call me back, remember? At least that’s the way I heard it.”
“Wherever you heard that, then you heard wrong.”
Reese frowned. “Okay, I heard wrong. I guess my roommate must’ve misunderstood what you said.” He paused. “I have no idea what you’re so angry about. But…but whatever it is, ten years is one helluva long time. Can’t we at least talk?”
“Talk about what? How you made promises you broke because you had no real intention of keeping them in the first place? How you let me build all those wonderful mind pictures of the two of us moving to the west coast where we’d start fabulous new lives and have our own fantastic business? And how, at the very last minute, you did a complete one-eighty and blew it all away without one single fucking word of apology, explanation, or even two little words like, ‘I’m sorry.’ That the kinda shit you want to talk about?”
Reese flinched like Chad had hit him, and, for a second, that’s exactly what Chad wanted to do…grind Reese’s once-beloved face into the carpet with the heel of his boot, and then…just walk away.
If only he could walk away.

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ONE PERFECT NIGHT – Excerpt #2 – m/m contemporary adult R

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One Perfect Night
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-502-8 (Electronic)

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/OnePerfectNight.html

Blurb:
Paul knew Nico was special the moment they exchanged that first glance at Termini station in Rome late one hot summer afternoon. And when it was announced their train had been cancelled and travel suspended until further notice, they explored their feelings over dinner and spent one perfect night of passion in a nearby hotel.
Early next morning, when Nico found a flight cancellation and took off, all Paul knew was his first name.
Two years later, Paul hasn’t forgotten Nico, and now when they meet again at another train station in London, the chemistry is still there. Nico believes Fate brought them together, and is ready to close his eyes and jump into a relationship. Paul, however, believes they need to be sensible, to first check the water and then take it one step at a time.

NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.

Read a short excerpt…
The room was small but clean, and there was a toilet, a sink and a lock on the door. Before I could take in anything else, Nico had turned the key in the lock, his arms were around me and his tongue halfway down my throat. We kissed as if our lives depended on it, and at that moment I knew they did. He tasted and smelled exactly the same. It was this intimate contact I’d craved for so long. What I knew I had to have if I hoped to hang on to my sanity.
Nico gentled his assault on my mouth and drew back. “God! I’ve thought about kissing you like this for so long. Nights when I couldn’t sleep for thinking about you, I’d—”
I rubbed the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, feeling it tremble in response. “Do what? Hug your pillow and pretend?”
“How did you know?”
“Lucky guess?”
He smiled and held my gaze as he took hold of my thumb and sucked it slowly into his mouth. What he was doing was sexy, erotic and I forgot it was only my thumb he’d wrapped his tongue around. He had me so close to the edge. My balls ached I was so ready to come. But then he stopped, took off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.”
Still holding my gaze, he undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. He then took possession of my cock, gently rubbing the tip and squeezing my balls. Again, I held my breath. I wanted to yell at him to stop teasing and get down to business. But he knew exactly how far to push me and still keep control. I could see it in his eyes and I could read it in the faint smile that played over his lips as he quit what he was doing and guided my hands to his waist.
“Touch me,” he said softly. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
Without breaking eye contact, I lowered his zipper, slipped my hand inside and encountered body heat and a dick as hard and as needy as mine. He hadn’t bothered with underwear either and I liked that. It was sexy, slutty as hell, and a huge turn on even though neither one of us needed the encouragement.
While I stroked him, he slid his tongue along my lips. After a couple of passes, I tried to grab it with my teeth but he was too fast. He disengaged my hand, dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers around my cock. He licked the head and a shudder ran through me. But before taking me into his mouth, he pulled a foil packet from his pocket and quickly suited me up.
He began to suck me into his mouth, and I closed my eyes, clenched my hands into fists and leaned against the wall for support. I knew it wouldn’t take much. I was so close to coming and too excited to do anything to slow it down. The feeling of being stretched like a piece of elastic started slowly, gradually building the harder Nico sucked. I hovered on the brink, trying to hold back. Then it happened. The explosion, the feeling I’d been blown into a million tiny fragments, then the slow slide down the other side as the moment passed and my world returned to normal.

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Wilhelmine’s Halloween Banquet – Day 7

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by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-081-8 (Electronic)

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Cain Carpenter has it all—looks, money, a beautiful home, and a successful business. What he doesn’t have is someone to share it with, someone he loves and who loves him in return.
In spite of the belief that if Cain kisses enough frogs he’ll eventually find the prince of his dreams, the search is proving far from simple. As owner and manager of The Peony, the town’s classiest restaurant, Cain doesn’t have much time for a social life. He’s tried all the usual avenues for meeting people, including a dating agency, and he’s about given up…
But then Cain accepts an invitation to a singles masquerade party and meets a masked man in an elaborate headdress of black feathers who sends his thoughts and senses reeling with excitement. The stranger invites Cain to dance, and from the instant they touch, Cain truly believes, at long last, that this is the special man he’s been waiting for.
A few minutes later, however, the man answers a phone call, mutters something about an emergency and disappears, leaving Cain in a complete panic. The rules of the masquerade include no removal of masks and no exchange of names. If you can’t somehow figure out the identity of the person who sparked your interest, you lose. And Cain doesn’t want to lose, but without the man’s name and no idea what he looks like, he feels hopeless. All he knows about “Black Feathers” is that he’s a little taller and heavier than himself, but that could describe half the town’s male population.
Will Cain be able to track down the alluring stranger in order to determine if they’re truly destined for a future?
Excerpt:
…One of the guests, who was dressed as a pirate and standing right next to Cain, said, “I take it you’ve never been to one of these singles masquerades before tonight?”
Cain laughed. “I didn’t even know there were such things. I thought with a costume ball you’re supposed to try to figure out who the other people are, but at some point in the evening, everyone’s identity will be revealed. Is the not telling part something new?”
“No, I understand it’s the way these things first started. The whole point of a masquerade is to pose as something or someone you are not and this, in turn, creates the magical feeling of mystery and romance. In my opinion, any telling of names destroys the magic completely.”
“You’d rather be kept guessing?” Cain hazarded.
“Of course. And it’s almost certainly the reason why masquerade parties are gaining in popularity on the singles’ scene. It’s bad enough being footloose and fancy free, but attending those boring get-togethers where you sit around the host’s pool or living room and watch people hook up, then wonder if it’s just for tonight or forever, has definitely passed its sell-by date. These parties are a much better idea.”
“In what way? Say, you’d like to get to know someone better. It would be impossible if you don’t know their name.”
“Ah, but that’s where the mystery and romance comes in. You don’t know them, and they don’t know you, but think of all the fun you’ll have trying to figure out who the person was who caught your attention. Or perhaps it was you who caught theirs. Maybe you talked for a few moments, or even better, you danced together, but whatever happened, it was enough to set sparks flying or work up a little chemistry. You can even be a little outrageous if you wish. After all, who’s to know?”
“Oh right, thanks.” Cain hadn’t thought about the mystery angle; he’d been too concerned about opening his mouth and putting his foot in it. Now he realized it worked both ways. Both parties were at a disadvantage when it came to figuring out who said what to whom.
Just then, the band began to play another set. Cain felt someone touch his arm, and a voice said softly, “Would you care to dance?”
Something about the honey-on-velvet voice, which he thought might be a man’s but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure, caught Cain by surprise. It was rather like being touched without warning in a sensitive spot, and Cain’s body reacted accordingly.
He turned toward the speaker, someone a little taller and at least a few pounds heavier than himself, who wore an enormous headdress composed entirely of long black feathers. A gold half mask surrounded by a fringe of small black and white spotted feathers covered the eyes and forehead, while the lower half of the face was painted chalk white. A black velvet jacket and knee britches, white stockings and black, buckled shoes completed the outfit. The area between the chin and the collar of the jacket was swathed in purple chiffon patterned in silver.
“Well?” The voice pressed a little louder, confirming the speaker was a man.
At that precise moment, everything the other man had said about the mystery and romance of masquerade took over Cain’s imagination. “Yes, of course. Absolutely. I’d love to,” he replied before the stranger got the idea he wasn’t interested and moved on. “Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me,” he continued as the man took his hand and led him onto the floor, “but your headdress is quite amazing. How on earth do you manage to keep it in place?”
“It weighs less than a pound,” his partner replied, “so it’s really no problem. I barely remember I have it on.”
As they began to dance, he brought Cain just close enough so their bodies were touching from knee to chin in a hold that was light yet struck Cain as possessive. It was clear the man was a good dancer, and while there was nothing overtly sexual about his movements or the way he held Cain, there was something so sexy about the man himself it made Cain’s pulse race and sent his imagination into overdrive. He was having difficulty with his breathing. He was also highly aroused, and since his partner’s stiff cock was pressing hard against his thigh, he knew the reaction was mutual.
Cain had no idea if the anonymity afforded by the mask was responsible for his physical reaction, or if it was the result of the whole mystery-romance thing the other partygoer had explained. Whatever the reason, he was beginning to appreciate the appeal of a masquerade. It felt like the start of something exciting; quite what, however, he had no idea. Something he just knew would be both wonderful and different. Something he wished could last forever…
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