Today,
May 17th,
is celebrated around the world as the International Day Against
Homophobia and Transphobia. To be honest, I personally find it hard
to imagine hating or fearing someone just because they happened have
different sexual preferences than I do. I
guess people are afraid of what they don’t understand. That’s a
good reason (but not my only one) for writing LGBTQ romance – to
demonstrate that love is universal, that is doesn’t depend on your
biological gender or your anatomical equipment.
Anyway,
to celebrate IDAHOT, I’ve got an exclusive excerpt from my MM
paranormal erotic romance Necessary
Madness. There’s a lot of love in
this book.... even a marriage! And I’ll give away a free copy to
one person who leaves a comment with his or her email address.
Blurb
Both
power and love can lead to
madness.
Nineteen-year-old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with 'gifted' individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man - an attraction that appears to be mutual.
When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.
Nineteen-year-old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with 'gifted' individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man - an attraction that appears to be mutual.
When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.
Kyle’s
mouth was so dry he couldn’t swallow. His ears rang. Ants crawled
under his skin, creating an internal itch impossible to relieve. He
recognised the side effects of Thorazine. Must have been a heavy
dose. He groped through a fog, straining for consciousness. Anything
was better than the smothering lethargy the drug produced.
He
risked opening his eyes. A yellow halo surrounded the fluorescent
tubes in the ceiling. The brightness made him squint. It was all
familiar.
He
didn’t remember checking himself in. He didn’t remember anything,
really, after leaving Rob’s apartment. His chest ached at that
memory. He’d been so naïve, imagining that Rob might be different.
That he might actually care.
Despair
closed in around him. I wish I’d never
woken up, Kyle mused. I
wish this was all over. He closed his
eyes again, willing the blackness to swallow him, but his mind
remained stubbornly aware.
“Kyle?
Can you hear me?” That voice, soft but strong. What was he doing
here?
Kyle
turned his head, fighting the drug-fuelled tightness in his neck
muscles. It was déjà vu.
Once again, the sandy-haired cop sat at his bedside, fidgeting with
his cap, his face sombre and worried. A tiny flicker of hope kindled
in Kyle’s heart. He extinguished it immediately.
“Go
away.” He rolled to his side, turning his back on the blue-clad
figure.
“Please,
Kyle. Listen to me. I’m so sorry. Really, I was so stupid…”
Resolute,
Kyle closed his ears to Rob’s pleas. No
one is going to hurt me again. Especially not you.
He thought about razor blades and rat poison. Alcohol was too slow.
He’d do what was necessary to escape from the madness, to spare
himself—and Rob—any more pain.
An
image of gleaming steel fluttered through his mind. Gradually the
scene returned, the terrible vision that had sent him screaming into
blind insanity. Enough of the drug lingered in his system that he
could inspect his recollections impassively. The vivid and disturbing
premonition had been atypical, a waking fit in which he personally
experienced the predicted horrors. The patterns of his madness seemed
to be shifting. What did it mean?
All
at once, he remembered the images he had seen when he first met Rob,
the pulse-pounding blow job, the joy of being on his knees serving
the powerful older man. That dream had come true, at least in spirit.
Saliva gathered in his parched mouth as he recalled the weight of
Rob’s cock on his tongue, the solid force of the other man’s
thrusts, the sharp flavour of his ejaculate.
Rob’s
hand clasped his shoulder. Kyle’s cock stirred, defying the
deadening effects of the medication.
“Forgive
me, Kyle. Please. Look at me, baby.”
It
was the endearment that did it, cracked Kyle open and let the pain
and desire flow in. He allowed Rob to roll him onto his back. He
gazed up into the cop’s sky-blue eyes, tears gathering in his own.
“Rob…”
he began.
“I
know. I know. I’m an idiot. I tried to push you away. I lied to
you. Tell me that you forgive me. That you’ll give me another
chance to be with you. To take care of you.”
“Why?”
Kyle struggled to raise himself to a sitting position. Rob grabbed
the thin pillow and tried to help. Kyle noticed the straps hanging
from the chrome rails. Restraints. He must have been really crazy.
“Didn’t you want me? We were so good together.”
“I
was afraid.” Rob sat back in his chair, staring at his shoes.
“Afraid of your powers.”
“Powers?
You mean my visions?” Kyle had a hard time imagining the tough cop
being afraid of anything.
Rob
nodded. “I have to tell you the truth, Kyle. About the train. The
Holden force found a kid on the tracks with a badly broken leg.”
“Just
like in my vision.” Kyle took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“And they saved him?”
“Of
course. The next train was at midnight. If I hadn’t called when you
asked me…”
“But
you did call.”
Rob
half-grinned. “I couldn’t resist you.”
The
pressure in Kyle’s chest lessened. “It didn’t happen. I saw it,
the disaster, but you changed the future.”
“We
did. That wasn’t the first time, either.”
“What?”
“When
I picked you, just before you blacked out, you whispered an address.”
“Yeah,
I remember. I saw it scrawled on a wall.”
“I
sent a man over, thinking it might be your place. He smelt smoke.
There was a fire starting on the roof. They put it out before it
could spread.”
“Oh
my God… That’s wonderful!” Kyle wanted to jump out of bed and
give Rob a hug, but his limbs weren’t quite up to that yet. He
settled for squeezing the other man’s arm. The brief touch hardened
him further. “It’s great! Why were you afraid? Seems like between
the two of us, we’ve managed what I could never do by myself.”
Rob’s
eyebrows gathered into a frown. “It’s personal,” he said. “But
I’ll tell you, later, once we get you out of here and back home.”
Home.
Kyle had never heard so sweet a word.
Necessary
Madness is only 99 cents!
But
do leave me a comment – you could win a copy!
3 comments:
interesting excerpt
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I love exploring the idea of psychic phenomena. Thanks for the lovely excerpt and for the chance to win a copy of the book, it sounds fascinating!
This sounds very intriguing. Thanks fort he chance
debby236 at gmail dot com
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