Please welcome my guest blogger today, Tyler Robbins with her newest release, HEAVEN'S JUST A SIN AWAY.
Blurb:
Having
just lost his mother to cancer, eighteen year old, Blueford “Blue” Mason
returned to their hometown of Danville, Texas
to live with his reticent grandmother, Alma. The two struggle to bond while
Blue undergoes a metamorphosis into manhood, discovering new things about
himself, his sexuality, life, love and even heartbreak.
After
leaving his former fire department due to intolerance of his sexuality,
twenty-three year old, Jack West moved to Danville
to work as an EMT for his uncle’s small fire
department. He’d resigned himself to living a quiet life alone until Blue came
along and turned his world upside-down.
Will the
young lovers find acceptance in Danville
or will shameful secrets from the distant past set this town ablaze when the
people around them are forced to face their own shortcomings?
Heaven’s
just a sin away for everyone, especially when every sin is created equally.
Excerpt:
Blue
drew in a deep breath and gripped the strong hand holding his. He peered into
Jack’s dark brown eyes as they darted back and forth.
“Fuck.”
Jack stepped back and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know—”
“Don’t
know what?” Blue had to know. He had to hear the rest of the sentence. If he
didn’t, he was certain he would explode.
“I don’t
know what I was thinking just then.” Jack gestured to the space between them
now. “I didn’t mean to cross any lines, man.”
Blue
shook his head. “You didn’t.” He really hadn’t. In fact, Jack hadn’t even come
close to crossing lines. Not like Blue wanted him to, anyway.
“Oh,
shit!” Jack charged past Blue and reached for the now crackling frying pan with
the steaks. Smoke and steam billowed from the top. “Damn. I think I burned
them.” He set the pan aside and examined the steaks by lifting the edge of one
with a fork. “Crap. There went dinner.”
Blue
laughed. “You can save babies from burning cars, but you can’t cook up a couple
of steaks?”
“Hey, I
was dealing with an emergency. You nearly cut your finger off.”
They
both laughed as Blue glanced down at his finger. “It’s not even bleeding
anymore.” As their laughter quieted, Blue couldn’t help himself. He had to say
something. “You’re not, you know.”
Jack’s
brows pinched with apparent confusion. “Not what?”
Blue
swallowed hard, his knees trembling so badly he wasn’t sure how he’d managed to
remain standing. “You’re not crossing lines.”
Jack ran
a shaky hand through his thick, dark locks. “Blue.”
“I’m an
adult.”
“I
know.” His Adam’s apple worked up and down as his gaze dropped from Blue’s eyes
to his mouth.
“Just
because I’m younger than you, doesn’t mean I’m too young.” It wasn’t
everything he’d wanted to say, but it was good start.
Jack’s
gaze felt heavier somehow, like the thoughts behind his gorgeous eyes were at
odds. “I don’t know if...”
A
million words could have ended the sentence, but nothing Jack said would have
changed the way Blue felt. Right now, he only wanted to feel Jack’s lips. Taste
him. Touch him. The way he’d done in every dream he’d had since he first met
him.
“Nothing
you say can change this.”
“Look,
Blue.” Jack stepped closer. “I’ve had a rough year, and I don’t want my baggage
to spill onto you.”
Blue
scoffed, trying to thwart the ball of air stuck in the back of his throat
threatening to strangle him. “You’ve had a rough year?”
Was it
petty to compare? He instantly regretted the snide, selfish comment.
Jack’s
eyes widened. “Shit, Blue. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Nah,
man. It’s okay.”
“No.”
Jack placed his hand on Blue’s shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. “It’s
not.”
The
second Jack looked him in the eye, Blue knew. He knew beyond a shadow of a
doubt that if he didn’t make a move, he might never have the courage again.
Blue
rushed toward him and instantly captured Jack’s bottom lip between his own lips
and teeth.
Much to
Blue’s relief, Jack didn’t pull away. Instead, he pinned Blue against the
counter, huffing hot breaths as he pried Blue’s lips apart and slipped his
tongue inside.
Blue
sucked him in deeper, swirling his tongue around Jack’s. His body trembled, and
Jack hugged him close, their mouths still fused together, kissing, suckling,
tasting.
Their
teeth clanked between kisses, and a wave of energy Blue only experienced when
he jerked off, surged through him. Holy fuck! Had he busted a nut
already? He pushed the mortifying thought out of his head and eagerly followed
as Jack guided them toward the sofa.
Jack
laid Blue back onto the cushions and gazed down at him with a hungry look in
his eyes. Between laboring breaths, Jack whispered, “Jesus, Blue. What the hell
have you done?”
Adult Excerpt:
Goddamn.
What the hell am I doing? Despite his first inclination to get up and leave
the room as fast as his legs could carry him, Jack gave into Blue’s persistent
movement. “Goddamn, Blue.” He was huge. Even through clothes, Jack could feel
every inch of the thick, stiff shaft. He wanted so badly to unzip Blue’s pants
and suck out every drop of cum he had to offer. He couldn’t though. Not like
this. Not so soon.
Jack
shook off the dizzying argument complicating his thoughts.
The way
Blue looked up at him, Jack couldn’t ignore the desperate plea darkening those
fucking bottomless sapphire-blue orbs. “What is it?” Concern nipped at the
nerves along the base of Jack’s skull.
“I’ve
never…” He pressed his lips together, his gaze cutting away.
What?
He’s never… Jack’s mind instantly blanked as the revelation sank in. Holy
shit. He’d suspected, but—Damn.
Despite
knowing better, Jack moved his hand up and down, kneading Blue’s cock through
his pants. He’d become even hotter in some twisted, erotic way. “Never?”
Blue
slowly shook his head. “Never even been kissed until now.”
Jack had
absolutely lost his mind. Nothing was more exhilarating or more dangerous than
being someone’s first. But being someone’s first kiss, first jerk-off and
possibly first everything else all in one fell swoop was riskier than running
into an exploding high-rise inferno. Someone would definitely get burned before
this was over. Jack knew it deep in his gut.
Blue put
his hand on top of Jack’s and pushed down, encouraging him. “Don’t stop.” He
jammed the back of his head into the sofa cushion with a deep, sensual moan as
his body shuddered beneath Jack’s touch.
Jack
couldn’t help it. He ground his groin into Blue’s thigh. He had to know. He had
to feel each tremor, each twitch. Nothing else mattered in that moment other
than witnessing this thing of beauty unravel under his touch.
Blue
bucked upward, and that was it. That was all it took.
Jack
rubbed harder, faster. “God, you’re fucking killing me here.” He memorized the
blue-green veins protruding from the strained muscles in Blue’s neck and the
bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. The subtle way his lips puckered and
the way his brow hardened from what Jack knew was that erotic ache that takes
over when on the brink of orgasm. “Give it to me.” He’d never wanted anything
more.
Blue bit
his bottom lip and grimaced, prompting Jack to forget all about his own pending
explosion and focus on what Blue was about to experience. Jack searched Blue’s
eyes. “You want this bad, don’t you?”
Blue
nodded, his brows creasing even deeper until he squeezed his eyelids shut.
Jack
kissed and suckled the curve of Blue’s neck then whispered in his ear, “Come
for me.”
Blue
thrust his groin upward and arched his back, lifting himself off the couch and
up against Jack’s body. “Oh fuck.”
His body
jerked, and Jack instantly felt the heat from inside Blue’s still buttoned
khakis.
“Ung.”
Blue gripped Jack tightly around the neck and fell back onto the cushions,
dragging Jack with him.
Almost
there, Jack only needed a few seconds more. He continued to grind into Blue’s
leg, but Blue nudged him back and cupped Jack’s cock through his jeans. They
both looked down and watched as Jack fucked the concave curve of Blue’s open
hand.
Blue’s
persistence surprised Jack. Maybe he had more experience than he’d led Jack to
believe. Blue rubbed up and down, and Jack held his breath until—his balls drew
up and a delicious tremor zinged across his body like a tiny earthquake,
intensified by the young man beneath him and the way Blue so eagerly finished
him off.
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Bio:
After
years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers
for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen
years suddenly passed away in 2006. With no particular skills to speak of,
Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion
for writing into the publishing world.
A fan of
paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a
plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether mainstream
and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s
LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and
relatable.
Adversity
is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair
is simply God’s graffiti.
Thanks for stopping by, Tyler. :)
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