Virtual Release Party for Necking Anthology
Wow, I sort of blipped off the map there for a while, huh? Life, why are you so time-consuming? *g*
Anyway, I'm excited to say that there's a virtual release party for the new Necking anthology going on over at the Dreamspinner Press blog.
In this anthology, it's all threesomes all the time! Today, authors will be posting excerpts from their stories, as well as thoughts on the challenges in writing a three-way relationship. There are some great stories by fantastic authors. Check it out if you're in the mood for some man-on-man-on-man action! The anthology will be released in paperback and ebook formats on Monday.
Here's some info on my story, An American in Seville:
Tony arrives in Spain on business weighed down by a job he hates, a boss who treats him like he’s twelve, and a lingering case of heartbreak over his divorce. Somewhere along the line his life went off the rails and he feels hopelessly stuck, like nothing in his life will ever change. But then his boss drags him out to a flamenco club on their last night in Seville, and after seeing Alejandro, the gorgeous, charismatic dancer, and Javier, the sweet-faced guitarist, Tony wonders if his life might be taking a turn for the better.
Alejandro plunks down next to Tony, his arm sliding along the back of the cushions, connecting them, until the world feels as small as this one piece of furniture. “I see you take Javier more seriously than you do me.” He holds up a hand to forestall protest. “No, no, that is how it should be.” He smiles at Javier, who has gone to the kitchen to fetch drinks.
Javier shakes his head, his expression a mix of what am I going to do with you? and fondness. He brings back a bottle and glasses. Alejandro and Javier tip back their drinks in one, smooth shot. Tony sputters when the liquor hits the back of his throat. His eyes water, and he swears he can feel the burn all the way down to his knees.
“I hope it is not too strong for you?” Alejandro raises an eyebrow inquiringly. “It is what we drink here in Seville, those of us who are traditionalists, anyway.”
Javier laughs, the sound light and musical as wind chimes. “Yes, you are such a conventional man, mi amor.”
Alejandro widens his eyes at Tony in mock consternation. “You see how he makes fun of me? But that is all right. I forgive him. So, you must tell us more about yourself. What do you do when you are back in America? Have you traveled to Europe before? Tell us everything we should know about you.”
Tony fumbles for something to say, but fear of disappointing battles it out with a sort of bleak resignation. He shakes his head. “I haven’t really done much of anything.”
Alejandro smiles. “Ah, well. There is an easy cure for that, no?”
It’s more matter-of-fact than suggestive, but that doesn’t stop Tony’s mind from splashing up pictures, naked and acrobatic. He glances away sharply, heat creeping up his cheeks.
Alejandro gently changes the subject. “Javier has been to America. There was a show in New York, a Broadway show. They wanted the best Flamenco guitarist they could find, so naturally they chose Javier. Tell him how they clapped for you every night, mi vida.”
Javier shakes his head. “The show was not on Broadway, but I cannot convince Alejandro of this.”
Tony swipes his palms on his pants, trying not to be too obvious about it, trying to ignore the fluttering in his belly. He’s suddenly nervous, suddenly too aware that his clothes hang on his body like a lie and make him feel wrong in his skin. “I-” He can hear his own heart pounding, and he’s not sure why. “I’ve never been to New York. Well, except to change planes.”
Alejandro tilts his head, considering, and then he leans in, deliberately enough that Tony could turn away if he wanted, and he brushes their lips together. Quick and soft, but it leaves Tony feeling as if he’s underwater, a roar in his ears, his lungs burning. “There. Now that’s out of the way. No more wondering when it will happen.”
Tony darts an anxious glance at Javier, an apology poised on his lips, but Javier smiles softly, his eyes warm. Inviting.
God. Tony is being invited. His belly clenches with want. His cock starts to take an interest. Or more of an interest, anyway.
A big thank you goes to my friend barely_bean who inspired this story with the anecdote she shared from her vacation in Spain of a beautiful flamenco dancer and the bowled over American tourist who couldn't stop staring at him.
ETA: Forgot to say that there's contest over at the virtual release party to get a free copy of the book. So head over and enter to win!
Anyway, I'm excited to say that there's a virtual release party for the new Necking anthology going on over at the Dreamspinner Press blog.
In this anthology, it's all threesomes all the time! Today, authors will be posting excerpts from their stories, as well as thoughts on the challenges in writing a three-way relationship. There are some great stories by fantastic authors. Check it out if you're in the mood for some man-on-man-on-man action! The anthology will be released in paperback and ebook formats on Monday.
Here's some info on my story, An American in Seville:
Tony arrives in Spain on business weighed down by a job he hates, a boss who treats him like he’s twelve, and a lingering case of heartbreak over his divorce. Somewhere along the line his life went off the rails and he feels hopelessly stuck, like nothing in his life will ever change. But then his boss drags him out to a flamenco club on their last night in Seville, and after seeing Alejandro, the gorgeous, charismatic dancer, and Javier, the sweet-faced guitarist, Tony wonders if his life might be taking a turn for the better.
Alejandro plunks down next to Tony, his arm sliding along the back of the cushions, connecting them, until the world feels as small as this one piece of furniture. “I see you take Javier more seriously than you do me.” He holds up a hand to forestall protest. “No, no, that is how it should be.” He smiles at Javier, who has gone to the kitchen to fetch drinks.
Javier shakes his head, his expression a mix of what am I going to do with you? and fondness. He brings back a bottle and glasses. Alejandro and Javier tip back their drinks in one, smooth shot. Tony sputters when the liquor hits the back of his throat. His eyes water, and he swears he can feel the burn all the way down to his knees.
“I hope it is not too strong for you?” Alejandro raises an eyebrow inquiringly. “It is what we drink here in Seville, those of us who are traditionalists, anyway.”
Javier laughs, the sound light and musical as wind chimes. “Yes, you are such a conventional man, mi amor.”
Alejandro widens his eyes at Tony in mock consternation. “You see how he makes fun of me? But that is all right. I forgive him. So, you must tell us more about yourself. What do you do when you are back in America? Have you traveled to Europe before? Tell us everything we should know about you.”
Tony fumbles for something to say, but fear of disappointing battles it out with a sort of bleak resignation. He shakes his head. “I haven’t really done much of anything.”
Alejandro smiles. “Ah, well. There is an easy cure for that, no?”
It’s more matter-of-fact than suggestive, but that doesn’t stop Tony’s mind from splashing up pictures, naked and acrobatic. He glances away sharply, heat creeping up his cheeks.
Alejandro gently changes the subject. “Javier has been to America. There was a show in New York, a Broadway show. They wanted the best Flamenco guitarist they could find, so naturally they chose Javier. Tell him how they clapped for you every night, mi vida.”
Javier shakes his head. “The show was not on Broadway, but I cannot convince Alejandro of this.”
Tony swipes his palms on his pants, trying not to be too obvious about it, trying to ignore the fluttering in his belly. He’s suddenly nervous, suddenly too aware that his clothes hang on his body like a lie and make him feel wrong in his skin. “I-” He can hear his own heart pounding, and he’s not sure why. “I’ve never been to New York. Well, except to change planes.”
Alejandro tilts his head, considering, and then he leans in, deliberately enough that Tony could turn away if he wanted, and he brushes their lips together. Quick and soft, but it leaves Tony feeling as if he’s underwater, a roar in his ears, his lungs burning. “There. Now that’s out of the way. No more wondering when it will happen.”
Tony darts an anxious glance at Javier, an apology poised on his lips, but Javier smiles softly, his eyes warm. Inviting.
God. Tony is being invited. His belly clenches with want. His cock starts to take an interest. Or more of an interest, anyway.
A big thank you goes to my friend barely_bean who inspired this story with the anecdote she shared from her vacation in Spain of a beautiful flamenco dancer and the bowled over American tourist who couldn't stop staring at him.
ETA: Forgot to say that there's contest over at the virtual release party to get a free copy of the book. So head over and enter to win!