May/December
Romances in Bloom
Sharita
Lira
Greetings
readers. Thanks for stopping by today and listening to me babble. Everyone
knows love doesn’t discriminate right? Older people can fall in love just like
the young ones. Okay, sorry, mature people. Baby boomers even, people who are
in their forties on up. Why do people think they can’t find willing partners?
Not sure, but in my world they can!
Love sees
no color, gender, or age in my opinion and my three latest stories reflect my
feelings. In my book True Meaning of Love 2: The Complete Portrait by Michael
Mandrake, my main character London Davies is a night club owner looking to turn
in his bachelor card. He’s searching for a younger man to nuture and love since
he’s always the one in charge.
Rawiya’s
story Sugar Daddy is an interracial May/Dec romance starring Antwon Bantu who
is searching for a lover as well but he has a little problem: A wife. How will
he be able to get around that? In addition, he’s a successful barrister in the
London Courts and he feels he will lose the respect of his peers if he comes
out.
Lastly, my
story for the next IRM anthology On Valentines Day, Mario Decosta is the
younger man who is looking for another partner to replace the one who has left
him. When he meets Cooper Delaney, sparks fly immediately but Mario’s friend is
not impressed. Will he let this bother him? You’ll have to read to find out.
In those
three stories, I believe I’ve brought out what actually happens in a
May/December relationship. All 3 older men are insecure about the man they end
up dating. Not only that the younger men are all looking for older men to be
their prospective lovers. Despite the people around them who try to discredit
their relationships, the couples attempt to maintain a successful relationship.
I really
enjoyed writing these stories and I’m sure there are more May/Dec stories
lingering around that I’d love to write.
Thanks for
listening to me today and let me know about some of your favorites!
Sugar
Daddy click here
for a blurb and excerpt
True
Meaning of Love 2
Blurb: Over fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love
London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of
his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make
him turn in his bachelor badge.
Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his
life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he
hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of
his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy
inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of
different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
Here is an Excerpt!
Brandon and London sat on the couch
together as the artist spoke at length about the methods he’d used during the
creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object of his desire seemed very
interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he didn’t bore him with his
babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man tire of him too
quickly.
London poured some more of the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the
flute back to Brandon. They’d finished half the bottle but for whatever reason,
Brandon still felt nervous. He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his
hand trembling slightly. “Um thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.
“You’re welcome.” London lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love,
chill out, yeah? We’re here just having drinks. Relax.”
Brandon nodded and lay back against the cushions. How could he relax
knowing he sat beside the man of his dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly
scent. A mixture of cologne and after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When
it infiltrated his nostrils, he felt himself hardening under the slacks. The
goose bumps became rocks on his flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his
desired one wouldn’t notice. “I’m tryin’, it’s just...” Brandon bit his lip and
set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for
such a long time, London, and I... This is really a thrill for me.”
London chuckled and moved closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm
into his. “I get that, but I’m just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on
water. No second coming here, love.”
To Brandon McFerry, he did. London had captivated him for years and now
his dreams about being on this sofa with him in private had come true. Deep down
he wished he could take London into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d
envisioned a moment like that too, but he refrained. They had just met. “I
know,” he sighed and placed a hand on top of London’s. “Tell me. You really
like the painting?”
“I do.” London placed an arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “In
fact, it resembles a work of art I have at home. I’d love to take you there to
see it tonight.”
Brandon looked at the owner with widened eyes.
Did he just say...?
Brandon thought he just heard London say he wanted him to see a painting
he had back at his house.
Could it be? Could the man he’d seemingly desired forever be in
possession of a work of art that belonged to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard.
“You want me to accompany you home, tonight?”
London held onto him a little tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too
forward, it’s just... I really do like you and I’d love to see if that painting
is yours. Forgive me for moving too quickly but...”
“No, no, not at all I’m just a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go,
though.”
“Good. Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest
of the evening. If it weren’t opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to
take over but, since it’s a big event…”
“Yes, yes, I understand. I have no issue with staying here late with
you.”
He really didn’t. There was nowhere he’d rather be than here with London
and to him, the owner wasn’t moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.
“Great, now.” London poured the last two glasses of the expensive beverage.
“Let’s finish this off, shall we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”
Damn.
Seeing London pour yet another glass of the champagne made Brandon
wince. Truthfully, he’d already felt the effects after two glasses coming on
quickly and he wished he didn’t have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if
he refused London would that upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very
much.”
“And thank you again for the painting as well as your presence this
night.” London toasted with Brandon, clinking their glasses together, before he
drank the contents.
The painter nodded and did the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for
the duration of this evening.
I have to make a good impression on him if I want a chance at being part
of his life.
Once they’d finished drinking the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon
by the hand, back out to the main area. The hold London had on Brandon made his
head swim, along with the wine.
He just couldn’t believe this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of
London Davies, powerful businessman and owner of the new club, Fantasia. Many of his friends,
especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in this man, but how
could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man, he’d long ago
fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London expressed some
interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his dream of meeting
him.
Where to Find the author:
Michael Mandrake - http://tabooindeed.blogspot.
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Rawiya - http://rawiyaerotica.
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TY for having me Dawn!
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