Thursday, 13 May 2010

Excerpt Day - Necking Anthology – Dreamspinner Press


Getting a Filling by JL Merrow

As Ivo walked into the surgery, the smell hit him. A mix of antiseptic and that horrid pink stuff they made you rinse your mouth out with after they'd finished their sadistic little round of torture. And a faint whiff of mint. Uniquely dentist, it transported Ivo back to his childhood and his mother's harassed voice, promising him a whole box of Smarties if he'd only, please, just try to be good at the dentist's this time.

"Ivo, you're hurting my hand," Colin hissed in his ear. Ivo let go hurriedly.

And then he looked at the dentist, and all his anxiety seemed to drain away. Right along with most of the blood in the upper portions of his body. That seemed to be heading south so fast Ivo was vaguely surprised he didn't keel straight over on the floor, leaving just his dick standing up and waving enthusiastically. The dentist was absolutely bloody gorgeous.

Well, what could be seen of him was, at any rate. Green eyes twinkled above his surgical mask, and dark, almost black curls poked out from under his cap. The whole effect was Pan, gone middle-class professional. Ivo found himself wondering if there might be two tiny horns nestling in those curls under the cap. And as for the rest of him… His tight white tunic (and how come Ivo had never realised just how sexy a tunic could be?) seemed to strain to contain his muscular chest, and his trousers clung lovingly to rock-hard thighs.

Ivo heard Colin's sharp intake of breath and knew his lover was just as affected by the sight as he was. It was one of the many reasons he felt so lucky having Colin; they had very similar tastes in men.

"Ah, Mr Eccles? If you'd like to take a seat." The dentist waved politely at the chair, which looked more like a couch in its present semi-reclined state. Really, you could get up to all sorts of things in a chair like that…

"Ivo," Ivo told him as he moved forward, drawn by the lure of that mellow voice. "Please, call me Ivo."

The green eyes crinkled up at the corners. "Ivo, then. And you'd better call me Ted." As Ivo sat down, Ted set the chair in motion, reclining it even further. Ivo swallowed, feeling a sudden urge to cover his groin with his hands just in case he might be, ah, showing his appreciation a little inappropriately. "Now, have we had any particular problems, Ivo?"

Firmly pushing aside all thoughts of one particular problem in his trousers, Ivo nodded, the motion a little awkward from his recumbent position. "Yes. Back right, at the top—there's a tooth that's been bothering me lately." He felt himself blushing, and reflected that at least that meant not all of his blood was collected where it shouldn't be. "I'm afraid I haven't been to the dentist for about a decade."

Black eyebrows drew together in reproach. "Well, you should realise that might mean there'll be a fair bit of work to do. But let's take a look, shall we?"

He leaned over Ivo, the heat of his body a tangible thing. "Open wide, please."

Oh, I'd love to open wide for you, Ted, Ivo thought. Green eyes widened, and in the corner Colin made a sort of spluttering sound. Ivo felt a sudden chill. "Did I say that aloud?"


An American in Seville by Lenore Black

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.

Bacon Bits by G.S. Wiley

My story involves a nameless narrator, a bicycle courier in New York City, his Wall Street boyfriend and his longtime best friend, visiting from California…

Before Patrick, I was always a “fuck-em-and-leave-em” kind of guy. I figured I was young, I liked sex, why would I tie myself in knots by bringing “emotions” into it like some sappy old queen? Then Patrick Keenan waltzed into my life—or, rather, I bicycled into his—and suddenly I was thinking about shared apartments and joint bank accounts and a nice, tasteful upstate wedding with rainbow flag centerpieces and matching cufflinks. It was a hell of a shock. There were times when it almost sent me running in the opposite direction, but every time I got close to it, Patrick looked at me with those puppy eyes and I was rooted to the spot.

As soon as he heard Alex was going to be in town, he told me to invite him over.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Patrick said, coming up behind me as I looked out the window. He smelled like Old Spice, something I’d always associated with grandfathers until I met Patrick. “I’m sure we’ll get along great.” I wished I had his optimism. Before I could worry myself any sicker over it, the buzzer buzzed. Patrick kissed me on the cheek and released me, and I got up to answer the door.

“Hey, baby!” Alex threw his arms around me. He was wearing a pair of painted-on jeans and a shiny red shirt, more suitable for an eighteen-year-old at a rave than a thirty-year-old having dinner with friends. He kissed me wetly on the lips and turned to look at Patrick. “And you must be Prince Charming.”

“Most people call me Patrick,” Patrick said. He put out a hand.

Alex shook it. “I’m not most people, honey.”


Homecoming by Emily Moreton

Outside, Matt’s not hard to find: he’s sitting on their porch swing, wrapped in a green blanket over what look like Raul’s pajamas, legs curled up, Jess huddled into the curve of his body, his face barely lit by the glowing end of the cigarette in his right hand. He doesn’t look away from contemplating the darkness of their garden until Ben sits next to him, nudging the swing into swaying gently.

“Thought you quit,” Ben says softly. It still sounds loud in the near total silence that speaks to a much later hour than it actually is.

“I did,” Matt says, bringing the cigarette to his lips, the end flaring bright. “This is just habit.”

“That’s different from not quitting?”

“Yeah. I’m not doing it for the nicotine, I’m doing it for the ritual. I won’t want it in a couple of days.”

It’s an unusual opening, made more so by Matt turning back to look at the garden, his and Raul’s space, in the summer at least, the two of them looking like something out of a domestic porn movie while Ben pretends to work and enjoys the show. Matt’s free hand absently pets Jess, who seems to have fallen asleep, Raul’s kitten all the way after he rescued her from the side of the road and brought her home, dancing around the idea that they could use something other than each other to take care of.

“You just needed it for this case?” Ben asks.

Matt makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Something like that. Good excuse to get out.”

“You never said much about it, while you were away,” Ben prompts, reaching over to pet Jess mostly as an excuse to lean into Matt and offer some comfort.

“I didn’t want to think about it when I was talking to you guys,” Matt says. “I still don’t. It was pretty rough.”

Ben thinks that he should respect Matt’s right not to have them know, but also that he’ll Google the case anyway, because there’s a difference between what Matt doesn’t want them to know and what Matt doesn’t want to tell them, and he’s pretty sure this is the latter. Even if it’s not, he can understand that Matt needs them to be careful of his edges right now, and the only way they can do that is if they know where these are.

“Is it over?” he asks.

Matt sighs, drops the cigarette and uncurls enough to grind it out with his heel, wincing slightly at the movement. “My part is, until the trial.”

They fall into silence broken only by the slight creak of the swing as it gradually loses momentum, until Matt says, “I’m seeing the departmental psychologist Monday. It’ll be better after that.”

“Okay.” Ben shifts until he can kiss Matt’s cheek, but stops Matt before he can turn it into a kiss on the mouth. “Not till you brush your teeth.”

“Charming,” Matt says, laughing a little.

“House rules,” Ben says firmly. “You hungry? I was thinking about an omelet.”

Matt tilts his head to one side then the other, considering. “I could eat,” he says finally, and he sounds relaxed, for once, soothed by domestic normality.

“Me too,” Ben says. “All that exercise on an empty stomach.”

Matt laughs. “You can talk, you only came in at the end.”

“And what an end,” Ben agrees.



Neighbors by Day, Naughty by Night by Devon Rhodes

Dawn gave way to morning, gradually and imperceptibly lightening the room. Jason rolled blindly toward still-sleeping Kevin to spoon up behind him, pressing his morning wood up against that perfect, unbelievably rounded ass as he ran a hand slowly down Kevin's smooth flank. Kevin shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, arching back against Jason with a sexy subconscious rub. Jason stifled a groan as the counter-pressure had him bucking forward, his lassitude instantly evaporating. Feeling a slight prick of guilt for waking his night owl partner so early, he justified the green light to himself: since it was the weekend, they could go back to sleep afterwards.
He slid his hand around to search for Kevin's cock. But instead of that gorgeous, stiff prick he was expecting to find, his hand hit....
Jason's eyes flew open as adrenaline jolted through him.
Another ass?
What the fuck?


His name being hissed urgently and way too loudly in his ear brought Kevin swimming up into a semblance of awareness.
He attempted to respond but only managed to make a slightly inquiring noise buried in the back of his throat.
He must've drifted right back to sleep again, because an increasingly pissed sounding, "Kevin, wake the fuck up right now," speared through an amazingly vivid dream he couldnt quite remember, something about a truck....
"Kev, the phone. If we go skiing..."
"Mmm hmm. Go to sleep, Marty."
Marty wiggled and settled back into sleep in front of him, but behind him, Jase wasn't being nearly as cooperative, puffing and panting like the bull on that Bugs Bunny matador episode, and sending off palpable waves of upset. He really needed to relax. Chill out, babe. Sleeping here.
Jason's voice was taut as a bow string. "Chill out?" Oops, must've said that out loud. Jason's next whisper was just this side of a shout. "What is Marty doing in our bed?"
"Sleeping." Duh. Kevin had a dreamy smile curving his lips, thoroughly enjoying finally being the melty stuff in the middle of a Marty/Jason sandwich. Seriously hot thought, that. Marty should put it on the menu, it'd be an instant best-seller. If only Jase would just settle down and let him savor it....
"Okay, that's it."
Tidal waves of jerky movement behind him finally brought Kevin up to speed. Oh shit, I forgot to warn him. "Jase, babe. Shoot." He scrambled to get the necessary information across. "I forgot to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Jase was already yanking on discarded jeans from last night, forgoing the whispers as he continued at normal volume. "I can't wait to hear this one."
"Shhh!" Kevin stage-whispered. "You'll wake him up."
Jason froze with his pants just below his crotch, and his jaw literally dropped. It wouldve been a comical look on him if Kevin didn't know how upset Jase was right now. Mental snapshot for later. He could see how damning it looked to have Marty in their bed, but it was a truly blameless situation.
"You did not just tell me to shhh..."


Necking anthology

Edited by Julianne Bentley

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Just close your eyes and feel: soft, warm lips skimming from your shoulder to your ear, your skin prickling and tickling. Then add another set, echoing the first, layer upon layer of sensation as two sets of hands join the game, stroking, sliding, ratcheting up the heat. And when your lips part and the tip of your tongue darts out, it's met by two more in a luscious, messy, three-way kiss. This is necking, pure and hot, sending shivers of arousal down your spine. In these stories, the men come in threes: triple the pleasure, triple the love.

Getting a Filling by JL Merrow

Nervous about his dentist appointment, Ivo takes his lover, Colin, along for moral support. But Ivo starts to regret it when the innuendo flies between Colin and the gorgeous dentist, Ted. Then a few weeks later, Ivo and Colin meet Ted by chance—and Ivo ends up back in the dentist’s chair—but this time it’s a lot more fun!

Down the Middle by Heidi Cullinan

Parker and Robbie’s relationship is slowly heading toward disaster until Parker gets drunk at a party, spills his mimosa on a handsome young man, and ends up fondling him in a public restroom. When Robbie walks in on them, it should have been the end they’d both been dreading —but somehow it’s the beginning of an erotic adventure that might just be what Parker and Robbie need.

Skunk, Bryan, Spoon (and a Badger) by Aundrea Singer

After Skunk’s anger-management issues nearly cause a collision during a pilot training exercise, his billet-mate Bryan has to get Skunk to calm down fast. With life and limb at stake, Bryan takes courage in hand and tells Skunk he needs to relax, and surprisingly, Skunk agrees… provided the “relaxation” comes in the form of sex. They’ve barely started when Bryan realizes someone’s really into the free show—none other than James Spoon, the recruit who goaded Skunk in the first place—and now Bryan just might have another kind of fight on his hands.

Snowbound by Jana Denardo

All demon hunters Caleb, Temple, and Agni want to do is get home. Instead they find themselves embroiled in another demon attack and then holed up in a safe house in the middle of a blizzard. Figuring the day will pass slowly with nothing but books to read and maybe a little hand-to-hand training, Temple takes advantage of a practice session and tries to convince them that sex, especially sex with all three of them, would be the perfect way to spend their stolen day off.

Unwrapped: The Birthday Gift by Josephine Myles

It’s Dave’s twenty-fifth birthday, and he wants a threesome to celebrate, despite worries about a previous bad experience and jealousy over sharing his lover, Mark. But then they pick up an American stranger, an older man named Pedro, who is very happy to help Dave with his birthday wish….

An American in Seville by Lenore Black

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.

The Thank You Note by Jamie Freeman

Although Army and Roddy are still very much in love, the seven-year itch is making Roddy restless. Rather than step out on the love of his life, he convinces Army they should celebrate their impending anniversary by bringing a third man into their bedroom. They place an online personal ad and meet Aidan, a good ol’ boy from Georgia who more than fits the bill… but then what comes next?

Bacon Bits by G.S. Wiley

I’ve got two men in my life: my Wall Street businessman boyfriend Patrick, whom I met and fell for after a mix-up in a flower delivery, and my best friend Alex, a West Coast free spirit I’ve known since high school. I really don’t think Patrick and Alex will have much in common, and I’m nervous that they won’t get along. But what if they do?

Breaking the Habit by Heidi Champa

How did I ever let Cam and Joel talk me into something like this? Five days ago, my roommates had the crazy idea to quit smoking together. Now I need something to do with my hands, and they’re going to help me out….

1+1+1 Is 3 by Evan Gilbert

Shy, lonely Tavian desperately needs a little spice in his life. It takes his friend Margaret kicking him out of the house, and somehow he finds that heat… times two?

Homecoming by Emily Moreton

Ben, one-third of a stable threesome, comes home to find his lover Raul in bed with another man…their third partner, Matt, finally home after months working away. What should be a happy reunion mostly is—but Matt’s had a rough time while away on his job, trying to get into the head of a serial killer. He needs to reconnect with his lovers, and what better way to do so than in bed between his partners? Sex, though, doesn’t fix everything….

Beautiful Friend by Dar Mavison

Madison Emerson and Tex Bellamy are former elite soldiers whose partnership reaches back to basic training and into the future. They are “equal partners in a relationship that more than tolerates intruders,” and Emerson has a plan to make a beautiful medic, Gabriel, their next conquest.

Perform for Me by Lori Toland

Corey is a successful thirty-five-year old doctor who lives with his partner of seven years, Justin. And Corey likes to watch. He enjoys it so much that he decided to join a sex club, not to participate, but to sit in the shadows and observe. When his favorite couple decides to invite him to join, can he take the risk of becoming part of show?

Not Just a Piece of Meat by Zahra Owens

Karl has been working at an up-market butcher shop slash caterer since he left school over twelve years ago. Although far from stupid, it took him forever to realize that his boss Shawn and right-hand man Peter were an item—and ever since then he’s envied their rock-steady relationship. Then one alcohol-clouded night changes his perception of the couple as they seduce him into joining them in their bed.

Neighbors by Day, Naughty by Night by Devon Rhodes

Normally, finding the hot neighbor in bed with your boyfriend would be the end, not the beginning of a wonderful relationship. Jason wakes up to find Marty in their bed, and it makes him wonder whether he’s made a big mistake in committing to Kevin. Marty’s mortified; he’s loved Jason from afar for years, but never had the courage to act on it. And Kevin is plotting something naughty that will give all three men what they’ve wanted all along.

For more excerpt jump onto the Dreamspinners Blog HERE



7 Speak To Me:

Lily on 13 May 2010 at 19:02 said...

I've got this one on my TBB already. Sounds good.

Tracy on 13 May 2010 at 20:10 said...

Oh very nice excerpts indeed. I love the first one in the dentist office. Too Funny.

btw - I left you an award on my blog. :)

Chris on 13 May 2010 at 21:15 said...

Too many bodies involved. :)

Janna on 13 May 2010 at 21:18 said...

Nice excerpts! I was just eyeing this antho over at Dreamspinner's after reading about it at Devon's place. I think I'm going to hit the buy button! :)

Tam on 14 May 2010 at 16:30 said...

I was looking at this one but wasn't sure, but now that I've read the excerpts I'll probably get it. I do enjoy m/m/m so I'll be interested to see how it works here.

Erotic Horizon on 16 May 2010 at 10:27 said...


I couldn't resist this one - A whole book full of couples of three's ... Yummm


Yes - I had a chuckle at that one myself..

Thanks for the award -I am coming to get it..


Let us have our fun - we'll tell you all the gory detail after we read it..


Erotic Horizon on 16 May 2010 at 10:29 said...


That where I saw it first and I knew I had to get it.
Lots of new authors for me to try out..

I do enjoy m/m/m so I'll be interested to see how it works here.

I am always keen to see how each other do their thing..