What I'm Grateful For
Hello! I hope you enjoyed your holiday season. It's always in the beginning of the year that I look back on all the things I'm grateful for. My family, of course. I have a terrific husband and two grown, fabulous children in college. Also, some dear friends and co-workers.
But this year I find myself being most grateful for my online friends. Being a gay erotic romance writer, I don't have a lot in common with the other writers who live in my area. Sure, I've tried different writing groups, but most of them have gone the self-publishing route. Not that there's anything wrong with that! But it is different. We can't discuss contracts and deadlines and the difference between a good and bad editor. At least not in the same context.
But since I've been published, I have met some of the most wonderful, friendly people online! Mostly other authors with the same publishing houses I'm with. But also readers who've made a connection to my various characters. I can rely on their suggestions and writing tips and finding new outlets to promote my work.
But mostly it's the close friendships that I've made within the writing community that I treasure. We're in this together! Triumphs and failures, good and bad reviews. I can always depend on them to bring me up during a trying day, and they know that I'll do my best to do the same.
We share release day parties and blog tours and Birthday greetings. Also, we have our writing in common, and it is so nice to discuss the nuances and intricacies of erotic romance with people who understand where I'm coming from and can give me practical and often hilarious advice.
I realize not everyone agrees that 'online' friends are real, but to me, when I can contact them with a problem and they drop everything to help and support me, well, isn't that what friends do?
If you'd like to be one of my online friends, you can contact me here:
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Shelton's a man who fell in love with his friend and roommate. Here's an excerpt from Merry Christmas Shelton.
Merry Christmas Shelton
Can Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard, a baby, and one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?
Shelton snuggled into the soft quilts, safe and warm while the wind howled against the thick walls of the cabin. A stray gust blew down the chimney, causing the flames to dance and crackle behind the screen. Firelight flickered on the ceiling and Shelton watched it mingle with the blue and green reflections from the Christmas tree in the corner.
The clock on the mantle chimed midnight and he smiled. Christmas Eve. Nevil snorted and moved restlessly and Shelton rolled to his side, spooning up against the sleek body that even after two and a half years together could still drive him crazy with need. His darling sighed and settled back into sleep, and Shelton nuzzled his neck, pleasantly sore and sated from their earlier love-making.
His face heated as he recalled the things his lover had done with him. Shelton pressed his eyes into his darling's shoulder blade, slightly embarrassed even though Nevil slept and didn't see him. They'd spent the day cross-country skiing, then returned to the cabin and warmed up in the shower. Afterward, they sipped a bottle of wine in front of the fireplace.
Nevil had stolen a candy cane from the tree. "Desert," he explained, settling into the quilts with an arm across Shelton's bare shoulders. Shelton watched the red and white stripes disappear between his lover's perfect lips and his dick thickened. Nevil caught his rapt gaze, leaned over, and gave him a peppermint kiss.
"Taste?" he asked and held the candy to Shelton's lips. Shelton caught the cane between his teeth and his darling gasped slightly as he sucked with purpose on the sweet end. "Oh, lord," Nevil said, sounding breathless, and pushed Shelton down and straddled him. His hard cock pushed against Shelton's stomach when he stretched across him and licked at the cane still caught in his lips.
Removing the candy, Nevil gave him a deep, lingering kiss, then pulled back, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "I know somewhere else I'd like to stick this," he confessed and gave the candy a provocative lick.
Shelton blinked, though he shouldn't have been surprised by anything Nevil's wicked imagination suggested. "I'm not sure..."
His sweetheart chuckled, but his voice was a caress when he bent to Shelton's ear and whispered, "Let me pleasure you, love."