Spring Fling Manlove Hop – Day Two

Spring Fling Blog Hop

Hi, everyone!

It’s time for a second post for the Spring Fling Blog Hop!

Our first order of business is a surprise drawing!

From the Day One posts a visitor was selected to receive an e-copy of either

C.C. Williams Busting the Greenhorn

Busting the Greenhorn or Side Effects C.C. Williams Side Effects Cover

And that winner is…. Laura!

(To collect your prize, just reply to my email.)

Click on the covers to read an excerpt.

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I’m giving away more stuff, so following today’s excerpt, there is another opportunity…

This excerpt is from my soon to be released historical novelette, The Greek Room. TGR follows Christos, a recent Greek emigre, as he navigates his new life in an English nobleman’s household:

Christos’ head was swimming.

The suite of rooms was larger than their entire house in Arpos. A sitting room furnished in heavy chintz pieces connected to a bedroom dominated by a four-poster bed; there was even an adjoining bathroom, gleaming with white tile. James set the tiny valise at the foot of the enormous bed. “This is the best bed in this wing.” He brushed at the counterpane. “Care to give it a tumble?”

Christos turned around; James stood close behind him. “Excuse me?”

The Englishman took his hat from his hand and tossed it onto a table. “I asked… if you’d… like… to fuck.” James’ hands settled on his shoulders, neither pushing nor pulling. This close to the servant, Christos realized a spicy scent, like cloves or cinnamon, hung about him.

“Wha—“Christos swallowed with difficulty. “Why would you ask that?”

“Why not? You’re a fine looking fellow. And you are Greek after all, aren’t you?” James’ fingers had found their way under his suit coat and were gliding over his chest. “Nice and solid, too—just like I like.”

Christos’ thoughts spun. Never had anyone approached him so brashly. He was adept at the dance of secret glances and small gestures that was the way of the tavernas; but to have a man—particularly one as handsome as James—offer sex directly sent him into a spiral. Fear and surprise struggled with a desire that had smoldered since he entered the manor house.

Lust won.

Romantic_003Gripping James by the neck, Christos captured those full lips and drove the Englishman backwards towards the bed. Before he had even rumpled the counterpane, James had undone his tie, ripped open his shirt and was pushing Christos’ coat off his shoulders. The Greek youth released his companion just long enough to fling the jacket away and scramble out of his own clothing. James used the respite to shrug out of his braces and kick his trousers aside before lying back on his elbows across the bed and massaging his rising erection. “Oi, mate! You’re bloody fuckin’ gorgeous.”

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Spring Fling Manlove Hop – Day One

Spring Fling Blog Hop

Happy Spring, everybody! Welcome to C.C. Williams Online! Whether you’re a first-time visitor or a long-time reader, I’m glad that you’ve stopped by! We’re going to have a bit of fun, some games, lots of manlove—complete with prizes—so you’ll want to check back throughout the Spring Fling Blog Hop. You don’t know what you might miss if you don’t!

Today I’m sharing a clip from one of my short stories, Robin’s Hood, which appears in Shane Allison’s collection, Big Man on Campus: Fresh Gay Erotica, available from Cleis Press. For the beginning of our blog hop, what better place to start than a first kiss…

Tom sat back against the edge of a picnic table and pulled Patrick to him, enclosing him in the circle of his arms. His eyes searched Patrick’s face.

Romantic_004Patrick’s heart hammered in his chest, and his mouth was dry. He felt the heat of Tom’s body where his arms pressed against the blond man’s chest. Conscious that he wanted to be nearer that heat, Patrick pulled his arms free and held Tom in turn, his hands resting upon slim hips. Taut muscles moved under the clothing beneath his fingers.

Tom cocked his head to the side, one half dark in shadow, one half bright. His eyes glittered in the moonlight.

Patrick could make out the trace of beard that lined Tom’s jaw and lips. He wanted to feel those lips, taste them. He leaned closer. Tom’s hair brushed his forehead; damp with sweat, it smelled of salt and springtime.

Tom closed the distance; their lips met, soft and cautious, as their arms pulled them together. Patrick’s world became the kiss. Supple and luxuriant, Tom’s lips and mouth overwhelmed his awareness; Tom’s tongue joined the melee and Patrick’s answered in kind. He tasted the spicy bite of gin, mixed with citrus. Tom nipped at his tongue, then bit softly into his lower lip as if Patrick were his to consume whole. Patrick gasped. Breathing seemed secondary.

Just as their mouths moved against each other, their bodies sought to be closer still. Hands clawed at fabric, seeking the touch of skin on skin. Turning them around, Tom broke the kiss and pressed Patrick backward until he lay atop the table.

Robin’s Hood also appears in my newest personal collection, Those Grandville Guys. To pick up an e-copy, visit one of these retailers:

Those Grandville Guys

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