By Morticia Knight (Guest Blogger)
Hi
Lisabet, and thank you for having me at your blog today! I know it
seems as though the holidays were just here five minutes ago, but we
are only a month away from Valentine’s Day. I’m able to keep
careful track of these things because the grocery store is kind
enough to change out the cupcakes with plastic Santa Claus’s to the
ones with plastic pink and red hearts.
I’m
curious how important getting away for Valentine’s Day is for you.
This year it falls on a Friday, so it could be a great opportunity
for a romantic weekend trip. I’ve stayed at the beach this time of
the year. You can get better rates and if you get the right room,
there’s nothing like the crash of the surf and the backdrop of a
fireplace to heat up the romance. What would be your idea of the
perfect Valentine’s weekend getaway? Do you prefer the beautiful
and relaxing outdoors, or is a luxurious restaurant or resort more
your style?
Valentine’s
Day fell on a Saturday in 1925, and in the newly released Tarnished
Glitter (Gin
& Jazz 3), Jack
Stone’s older film star lover, Roman Pasquale, plans a romantic
getaway for their first Valentine’s together. The pampered screen
idol is sacrificing his own preferences to take Jack somewhere that
the young actor would enjoy – the Sequoia National Forest. Jack
loves all that nature falderal that Roman doesn’t understand. If it
was left up to him, he would go to a five-star resort. To further add
to Roman’s distaste for the outdoors, Jack warns him that bears can
get into the cabin if they smell food. Despite that, Roman is
determined to enjoy his beautifully sweet lover.
(This
is book 3 of a four part serial best read in order. The series begins
with Hollywood
Bound)
Excerpt
from Tarnished Glitter
(Gin and Jazz 3)
copyright 2013 Morticia Knight
“Are
you all right?”
“Yes,
my dear Jack, but I am freezing my ass off. That would greatly
disrupt our evening’s activities, so I suggest you scoot over and
let me warm myself.”
Roman
bent to sit next to Jack, then straightened up again.
“What?”
Roman sure was acting funny.
Roman
turned and went to where the bed was in the corner of the one room
cabin. He grabbed the pillows, the bedspread and blankets, and
dragged the whole mess over to them.
“Up,
Jack.”
Jack
did as he was told, and watched as Roman laid one blanket over the
rug to completely cover it. He dropped the pillows down, and left
everything else piled between them and the sofa.
“Aw.
I thought the rug felt nice.”
“Jack.
I don’t think I shall be able to properly service you rolling
around on that dead animal. I’d rather not be reminded of the
existence of bears.”
“Oh.”
Jack
plopped back down and watched as Roman took a deep breath, and went
to pour them some champagne. He sat down gracefully next to Jack,
effortlessly balancing both glasses in his hands. Jack was reminded
of just how stunning a man Roman really was. He was really very lucky
to have his love.
After
handing one drink to Jack, he raised his in a toast. “To our first
Valentine’s, one of many.”
Jack
clinked his glass with Roman’s and took a long sip. His stomach was
so much better now that he wouldn’t have minded a gin, but Roman
had kept it away from him ever since that night.
“Since
you wouldn’t allow me to give you a present, I shall give myself to
you instead. Would you like to unwrap me?”
Roman
had the gleam in his eye that would always immediately harden Jack.
He longed to have Roman driving into his ass—it had been days.
There had been plenty of other intimacies, but they had been saving
themselves for a good fuck on their holiday trip.
Jack
sat up on his knees and reached for the front of Roman’s pyjama
top. As he undid each knotted button, the light brush of his knuckles
against Roman’s skin made the hairs on his arm stand up. Even after
hours upon hours of sharing their bodies, just barely touching Roman
still gave him a thrill.
Once
Roman’s top was removed, Jack couldn’t resist latching on to one
of Roman’s dark nipples. Roman hissed in through his teeth, and
arched his back. Jack straddled him, and grasped Roman’s back by
reaching underneath his arms. Roman grabbed Jack’s waist. Jack
licked and nibbled until the brown disc peaked to a hard nub. Then he
switched his attention to the other one, teasing it mercilessly. Jack
was rewarded with the sliding thrust of Roman’s hardness against
his own shaft still shielded by the satin of their pyjama bottoms.
Jack ground into Roman, and they rubbed their erections together in a
frenzy of desire.
Roman
flipped Jack onto the ground so that he faced him, and ripped his
shirt open, shoving the fabric aside. He bit into the crook of Jack’s
neck. Jack first yelped, then moaned. He pumped his hip into Roman’s
thigh. He needed to come, even though they had barely begun. Roman
reached under Jack’s head with one hand to cradle him there and
used the other to grasp and squeeze his backside, pressing them even
closer. Jack responded by wrapping his legs around Roman’s waist.
Roman
continued to bite and lap all around Jack’s neck and throat. He
nipped at an earlobe, and licked his way to Jack’s chin, giving him
a quick nibble there. Still they ground and pushed against one
another, Roman’s hands gripping his ass with more force. They
wouldn’t be able to last. He wouldn’t be able to last.
“Oh,
God, Roman, I…”
“Yes.”
Roman’s whisper was feral against his ear, his hot breath sending
an electrical charge from Jack’s spine to down very low in his
abdomen. “Come.”
Jack
clutched Roman’s shoulders, and they both let go at once. Jack’s
cry was so loud that he shocked himself. Roman’s answering cry was
guttural, like an animal. Their coupling had been quick and frantic.
Despite the deeply satisfying orgasm, he had looked forward to a long
slow night with Roman, as well as the feel of his lover inside of
him.
At
last, Roman’s breathing slowed somewhat, and he propped himself up
on his elbows to look down at Jack. Roman smiled in a contented way
and brushed Jack’s soft waves of hair off his forehead.
“Don’t
look so disappointed, my sweet Jack.”
“I’m
not disappointed. That was wonderful.”
“As
wonderful as my cock filling you? Thrusting inside of you so hard
that you can’t even move?”
Now
he understood Roman’s game. Already it had worked. Roman’s words
combined with his smouldering stare was bringing Jack’s dick back
to life.
“Roman,
please. I want you.”
“And
don’t I always give you what you want?”
“Yes,
Roman.” Jack spoke softly, unable to mask the need in his voice.
****
Tarnished
Glitter is available from Totally Bound here:
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Romance:
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About Morticia
M/M
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale –
after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may
find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi
setting. One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life
on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment.
Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with
doses of humor.
When
not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors,
film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both
hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an
indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S.
college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where
the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England
and Scotland when she was a child.
She
is currently working on the Gin & Jazz series about the glitz and
glamour of 1920’s Hollywood and additional installments of the
Uniform Encounters series.
Find
Morticia here:
@morticiaknight on twitter
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/morticia.knight
2 comments:
Hi, Morticia,
Sorry I wasn't here to welcome you yesterday. I was away on business.
Hot excerpt, and I love the cover. Good luck with the series!
Thank you Lisabet, and for hosting me! ;-)
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