Hello, and welcome to Day 9 of the Out in the Rockies m/m Blog Tour. We are eight Colorado-based authors of gay romance, teaming up to bring you two weeks worth of fun and prizes. Every comment you leave along the way enters you into our grand prize drawing for a $120 gift card for either Amazon or All Romance Ebooks (winner’s choice).
June 11: Marie Sexton
June 12: Coffee and Porn in the Morning
June 13: Cryselle’s Bookshelf
June 14: Edward Kendrick
June 15: Cryselle’s Bookshelf, redux
June 16: P.D. Singer
June 17: Caitlin Ricci
June 18: Michelle L. Montgomery
June 19: Amara’s Place
June 20: Brannan Black
June 21: Joyfully Jay
June 22: George Seaton
June 23: Live Your Life, Buy the Book
June 24: Carter Quinn
June 25: Top 2 Bottom Reviews
Today, we’re keeping things simple, offering an excerpt and a giveaway. We’d also like to invite you to check back over our previous entries. You can still enter to win a copy of Carter Quinn’s book here.
George Seaton is sharing an excerpt from his book, The Palisade.
Excerpt – “The Palisade” by George Seaton
David, the writer’s lover of mere months, sits behind him, his arms draped over the writer’s shoulders, his lips periodically pressed to the writer’s neck. Buck continues his carousing, centered within the circle of queers who have gathered to celebrate… What? Spring? The turning of their collective fancy to thoughts sultry upon the cusp of yet another season of promised couplings?
They all want Buck. Oh, they do indeed want Buck; except, perhaps, for David. David is so new to this. He is only twenty-two, twelve years younger than the writer. And the writer suspects—experiencing an uncomfortable arousal, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his dick seeking space where there is none within the tight clutch of his ten-year-old Levi’s—as Buck takes a precious moment to slightly spread his cheeks with his fingers, exposing (Oh, this boy knows his stuff!) the slightest hint of his particular rearmost treasure; yes, the writer suspects David’s hold on him, his mouth against his neck, speaks of an insecurity well-suited to his youth, his newness to all this…queer stuff. David needn’t worry. The writer places his hand upon David’s that grasps his shoulder, squeezing.
This evening gathering of the residents of The Palisade, this rite of spring—although the equinox has passed, and the solstice has yet to arrive—this delightful camaraderie they’ve established is enhanced by booze and finger food, chips and salsa, the heavy beat of disco. They chatter and hoot as Buck sweats and thrusts his thinly-veiled cock and exposed ass inches from the upturned faces of those sitting on the floor at the core of the circle. Buck smiles with each dollar stuffed into his pouch, worked into his ass-cheeks.
Yes, as you see, they are indubitably queer in the early spring of 1981.
Today, we’re giving away a copy of The Palisade, as well as a book by Marie Sexton (winner’s choice from her backlist). Just leave a comment to enter.
Follow along for more chances to win. Tomorrow we’ll be on Brannan Black’s blog. Thanks for stopping by!