It’s that time of year again… The Hop Against Homophobia!!
I can’t wait for the day when these hops aren’t necessary, but until then, I plan to do my part in supporting my friends and loved ones within the LGBT community. It is my hope that writing more stories that gay, lesbian, and transgender people can relate to, and stories which prove that love is love, no matter the gender, is a small step in the right direction to opening minds and hearts.
Be sure to visit all the blogs and websites participating in the hop and show your support, too!
Here’s a short snippet from my first M/M book as Tyler Robbins, Beyond Honor. Jared Prophet had a lot to deal with, and it’s my hope that this character’s pain of living in the proverbial closet, will someday be a thing of the past.
Army Medic, Private Michael Crest, is quite content in his life with the exception of one thing—he’s in need of a good man and has his sights set on another medic, Specialist Jared Prophet.
The problem? Jared’s in deep denial about his sexuality.
After an unexpected, erotic exchange, Jared decides his only recourse is to distance himself from Michael and plans a trip to his family’s lake-house with friends, which would have worked, if one of his friends hadn’t invited Michael to tag along.
As a tropical storm hits the Texas Gulf Coast, the two men give into unbridled passion. But more than the weather gets rough when the storm passes and Jared learns his parents are among the missing.
Can the lovers endure the fallout or will unearthed truths prove more devastating than any natural disaster?
After all, just because they aren’t gonna ask, doesn’t mean they want you to tell…
Jared Prophet tried his best not to show Private Crest his true self. He’d safely tucked away those dark feelings for years. He’d never allow some guy to come along and change his decision to keep his secret desires in check.
Growing up in a small, conservative southern community on the outskirts of Houston, Jared would be shunned as though he had leprosy and his parents would disown him if they knew his true nature. He’d fought a life-long battle, nothing less than a curse, within himself, and he’d be damned if he’d act on it now. He had too much to lose.
“Thanks again for the smokes. I owe ya’ one.”
Michael smiled and chuckled. “Actually you owe me two, but who’s counting?”
Jared clutched the small Marlboro box still in his hand, remembering the one remaining cigarette left in the pack. “Two then.”
“No problem.” Michael turned on his heel and disappeared through the bathroom door leaving Jared behind.
Jared breathed a sigh of relief and headed straight to the sink to splash cold water on his face. He hadn’t spoken much to the young private before the all too brief encounter, but Jared had noticed him the first day Michael arrived on base.
He recalled the deep dimples digging into Michael’s cheeks when he smiled. The baritone timber of his voice, as smooth and steady as the man himself and one of the first things about Michael to snag Jared’s attention. Michael exuded confidence. Confidence one possessed from being comfortable in his own skin, sure of who he was and not at all afraid to show it. If only Jared were able to be as free with his own feelings.
As he raised his head, Jared caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks reddened, and his heart boomed in his chest at the thought of how attractive he found the other man. What the fuck?
“Stop it,” he growled under his breath.
Jared smoothed a shaky hand over the side of his head, slicking down his crew-cut to make sure he looked every bit the soldier he’d striven to be: proud, strong, and every inch a red-blooded American man. The man his father wanted him to be, the man he needed to be to survive.
Now how about something yummy:
ADULT Excerpt #2
“Okay, well you two get settled, and then we’ll start this party.” Jared grabbed his duffel bag and returned to his parents’ bedroom.
As he entered, he noticed the bathroom door ajar and saw Michael standing on the other side, pulling his shirt up over his head. White tape wrapped around his upper torso on one side, and Michael winced as he unfastened his jeans.
His ribs were definitely bruised.
Jared swallowed hard, standing there, watching, unable to look away. No matter how badly he wanted to leave, his feet wouldn’t budge.
Michael lowered his jeans and then his boxers, causing Jared’s cock to throb. Michael was gorgeous, with tanned skin, a tapered waist and an ass that curved perfectly, firm and supple.
Jared couldn’t help it. He rubbed his dick through his tightening jeans. He’d never seen anything so appealing.
When Michael turned around, his rather large cock dangled between his legs, and Jared instantly wondered what it would feel like hard and in his hand. His pubic area was well groomed and trimmed very neatly, and his thighs were muscular and strong.
Michael looked up, and the two men made eye contact.
Jared squirmed and quickly removed his hand from his crotch. His face burned as hot as a bonfire. Shit! He turned to go, but as he made it to the door, Michael rushed from the bathroom then reached out and grabbed his arm.
“You don’t have to go.”
Jared jerked back and licked his lips. He struggled not to look down. If he did, he wasn’t sure what would happen, but he was sure it wouldn’t be good. “Mike, I-I should leave.”
The desperation in Michael’s tone tugged at his heart.
Jared backed against the door and stared into Michael’s eyes. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Michael pressed his lips together and inched closer. “Don’t make you admit that you’re attracted to me?”
Jared shook his head as Michael leaned into him.
“Don’t tell you that you’re all I think about?”
Hot breath spilled over Jared’s neck as Michael quickly invaded his personal space. A warm hand gently took his, and in seconds, Jared held Michael’s cock in his hand.
Michael caressed the back of Jared’s fingers, prompting him to stroke his shaft. “See, it’s only flesh and blood, just like yours.”
Jared held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as the softness of Michael’s dick began to take on a different shape by hardening in his hand. He felt powerful. Strong. To know the effect his touch had on Michael excited him in a way he’d never been thrilled before.
All on his own, Jared continued to stroke it.
Michael leaned in and began to kiss Jared’s neck. Soft moans vibrated against the tender skin on his throat, encouraging Jared to stroke faster.
Clicking sounds echoed throughout the room as his hand became slippery by the juices spilling from Michael’s cock. Jared didn’t have to look down to know instinctively what was occurring. He’d jacked off thousands of times. He’d know that sound anywhere.
Michael flattened his hand on the door beside Jared’s head, keeping his body far enough away so as not to interrupt the event. He ran his tongue up Jared’s jaw-line and toward his lips, then plunged it deep inside Jared’s mouth.
His taste was as sweet as it had been that morning, maybe even more so. “Fuck.”
Michael kissed him again and then pulled back, panting hard in Jared’s ear. “I’m gonna come.”
Jared’s heart pounded. He’d never pleasured a man to the point of explosion, and the feeling of complete and utter supremacy flooded over his whole body. He opened his eyes and looked down as Michael’s swollen cock pulsed in his hand. The tip dripped with satiny, clear pre-cum. Excited, Jared’s fist slid up and down even faster.
Michael sucked air through his teeth. “Fuck yes.”
Jared licked his lips, savoring the way Michael reacted to his touch.
Michael moaned, and then all of a sudden, he came.
One sweet burst after another of hot milky fluid spurted onto Jared’s fingers. In that instant, Jared felt like a god.
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