Hello! I’m so happy to have you all join us as we near the end of the Mystic Month of May Blog Hop, brought to you by the Colorado Romance Writers. Don’t forget that at the end of the tour, we’re giving away a $40 gift certificate to Barnes & Noble. Every comment you leave along the way enters you into the drawing. You can check out my own excerpt on the tour here. You can see the full schedule of our blog stops here.
And now, I’ll turn things over to BJ!
ROMANCE IN THE MYSTIC MONTH OF MAY
Is there a more wonderful time for new romance than the beautiful month of May? Spring is in full swing with leaving trees and blooming flowers. Right around the corner looms glorious summer. As the relationship blossoms, lovers look forward to lying together under the sun, sharing a bottle of chilled dry rosé, and then, maybe a little skinny dipping before making love on the warm grass. Yes, May is definitely the time for new love.
New love finds Dylan where he least expects it — with his fellow biker, Jackson. Oral Invitation is my first foray into male/male romance (my alter ego, Helen Hardt, has published male/female romance since 2008.) Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy.
Dylan Lindstrom has always loved women and always will. At least that’s what he thinks until free spirit Jackson Carter invites him back to his place for a beer. Jackson is athletic, outgoing, good-looking, loves motorcycles—a man’s man—and Dylan feels an instant connection with him. But when Jackson offers him more than a bike ride through Denver, Dylan must decide if he’s ready to accept Jackson’s oral invitation.
“Here it is.” He handed Dylan a brochure. “I’ve done this ride before. We go through Dillon, then over Rabbit Ears Pass through Steamboat to this tiny little town called Murphy where we have dinner and spend the night. Then we head back around the long way.” He pointed to the map inside the brochure. “There’s some great scenery through here, and we ought to glimpse some wildlife. A beautiful canyon. It’s about four hours the first day, five hours home the second. Because it’s short, we don’t have to get up at the buttcrack of dawn.”
Dylan laughed. “That sounds good. I’m not a real morning person. Except when I get up to play racquetball.”
“You play? So do I. We should play sometime.”
“Yeah, sure. I’d like to.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a call.” He pressed the brochure into Dylan’s hand. “You can keep this. I hope you’ll think about going.”
“I sure will. I haven’t had the time for a long ride in a while. I’ve missed it.” He took a long draft of his beer. “I used to ride all summer when I was in college, the years after college, too. I haven’t had time lately. Been too busy building my business. I sure miss the sun and wind on my face, though. So relaxing.”
“I know what you mean,” Jackson said. “There’s something about being on that bike that relaxes me like nothing else.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Well, almost nothing else.”
“Yeah.” Dylan couldn’t help smiling. “I’d take a good blow job over a bike ride any day.”
“Me, too.” Jackson looked straight into Dylan’s eyes. “You want one now?”
Dylan nearly blew beer out his nose. “Excuse me?”
Jackson’s dark eyes penetrated his skin. Dylan closed his own for a moment, but Jackson’s stare still burned him. Like a thousand little fire-laden thorns prickling his entire body.
“I asked if you’d like a blow job.” Jackson’s deep voice was husky, sensual.
“Well…b-by whom?” Dylan stammered.
Jackson’s full lips curled upward into a teasing grin. “By me, fool.”
Dylan swallowed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.”
“Oh my God.”
“You haven’t lived until you’ve had a blow job by a guy. Guys have stronger mouths, and I’ll never complain about my jaw aching, because I’ll enjoy every mind blowing minute of it.”
B.J. Hayes writes gay erotica in the majestic Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Visit her at www.bjhayesauthor.blogspot.com and follow her on Twitter @bjhayesauthor.