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9
things readers may not know about me (or my writing).
1.
I hated Brussel sprouts my entire
life because, when served them as a child, my mother boiled them to death. That
was until my partner introduced me to them halved and sautéed in olive
oil with a little garlic. Now I can’t get enough of them. He cooks them
whenever they’re in season. Sometimes, if I make them, I add a little balsamic
vinegar.
2.
Personally, I love details about food on the
table, the recipes for it, and how it’s prepared whenever I read a story. Since
I was advised by one of my copy editors that I include too many details about
food in my novels, I’ve cut back significantly on what I revealed. Through
Roscoe’s Eyes is the first novel in which I included only the bare minimum
of descriptions.
3.
I hate liver in all forms, except liverwurst. I
relish it, particularly Braunschweiger.
4.
In Through Roscoe’s Eyes, Roscoe is based
on my last dog family member, and Cinders is based on a kitten born from a cat
from my childhood.
5.
I love to pickle vegetables. My most recent
pickling adventure included two of my grandmother’s recipes, the first for
beets with hardboiled eggs and red onions, and the other for three bean salad.
I also created a new recipe for sliced miniature sweet peppers.
6.
I tend to write in marathons lasting several
days where I get very little sleep. I’m also a pantser (someone who writes by
the seat of their pants) for the most part as opposed to someone who plots out
their story (plotter) before they write a word. Often I don’t go to bed until
just before the sun begins to rise. I’ll sleep for four or so hours and then
get up and begin to write again. I also subsist on little more than coffee
during these sessions, but occasionally, if my partner is cooking something
that fills the house with mouthwatering aromas, I can’t help but stop and eat.
This usually breaks the writing cycle for a week or more. (I think he does it
on purpose because he doesn’t want to see me get sick.)
7.
I love soup of all kinds, but my favorite
homemade recipes are chicken vegetable, tomato with basil, lentil with hotdog
slices (that’s how my mother made it when I was a child), and split pea with
ham. Lentil and split pea always include one sliced carrot, two diced potatoes,
and a bay leaf or two. My favorite hot dogs are the cheapest kind, a
combination of chicken, pork, and beef. I’ve never liked all beef hotdogs.
8.
If I could, I’d stay up every night until 3 AM
and then sleep ’til 11 AM. Unfortunately, I can only do this regularly in the
winter and only when there isn’t reflected sunlight from snow on the ground.
9.
I don’t like exotic meats. I’m a chicken, beef,
and pork and a few types of fish kind of guy. I’ve cut back significantly on
beef and pork, so when I have them, it’s a real treat. I also love most
shellfish, but I detest mussels. Whatever is yellow inside them grosses me out.
My favorite seafood recently is deep fried calamari with fresh lemon juice
drizzled over top and then dipped in marinara sauce, but it has to be hot. If
it gets cold, I can’t eat it.
Through Roscoe’s Eyes
Overview:
When Reggie sets out to continue his mother’s mission to feed the
homeless, he never anticipated how much a chance encounter with an injured man,
his small, gaunt dog, Roscoe, and sick, young cat, Cinders, would change the
course of his life. With a winter storm approaching, Reggie makes a snap
decision and brings the wary trio to his estate home to be cared for and nursed
back to health.
Reggie learns the man’s name is Calvin, he was a quartermaster in the
army, and he was dishonorably discharged prior to the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t
Tell”. Taking pity on the man and in need of someone to help him run his mother’s
foundation, Reggie offers Calvin a job. With few prospects in sight to find
shelter for his small family during the peak of winter, Calvin reluctantly
accepts Reggie’s offer on a trial basis, but it is only one of many trials both
men will face.
Eventually, yearnings Reggie and Calvin had buried deep inside begin to
fan the nearly extinguished embers of passion in both men. With Calvin drawing
emotional support from Roscoe and Cinders, and Reggie discovering an ally in
his beloved housekeeper, both men explore their newfound attraction, edging
them toward the precipice of an ecstasy neither could have imagined.
Will the discovery of a past connection between the two men’s families
be enough to bring them together? Or will sinister, outside forces and an
unexpected loss of life shatter the bonds between both families and both men
for good?
Teaser:
Reggie
nodded and smiled as he closed the door behind them and then led Calvin to the
foot of his bed. Placing both of his hands behind Calvin’s neck, he pulled him
in and tenderly kissed his mouth. His hands slid down until he reached the top of
Calvin’s shirt. He drew the shirttails from his pants and began to unbutton it.
“You’ll
go slow, right?” Calvin asked as he pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Whatever
you want, Calvin. We don’t have to push this. We can just talk if you like.”
Calvin’s
eyes began to twinkle. “Hell no,” he said, seductively. “The time fer talkin’s
over. I want the full treatment.” Then his face turned impish. “If you please,
sir.”
Reggie
laughed out loud. “Well you certainly don’t have any difficulty making your
wishes known.”
“That
ain’t never been one of my problems. I said it, ‘coz, well, you know, I ain’t
had it in a while.”
“I’ll
be very gentle,” Reggie assured him, “It’s been a while for me as well, but you
have had sex before, anal sex I mean, right?
“Oh,
hell yeah, but it’s been more ’n a couple o’ years. Things likely t’ have
un-stretched if’n ya know what I means.”
“I do,
and I hope you’ll not be the only one to be re-stretched tonight, if you know
what I mean.”
“I’ll
do my best.” Calvin reached for Reggie’s shirt, but Reggie stopped him when he
cupped his chin with his right hand and drew him toward him by the shoulder
with his left. Calvin’s arms fell to his sides as a moan escaped his mouth when
Reggie ran his tongue up his neck and ended behind his ear.
“God,
you smell good,” Reggie whispered. “You taste even better, but there’s
something I’ve wanted to taste even more for days now.” Reggie dropped to his
knees and frantically yanked at Calvin’s belt. He undid the top button, and
slid down the fly of his pants, then pulled them to the floor in one fell
swoop. Immediately his mouth was upon the thick, seven-inch, hard shaft,
drawing it into his mouth through the boxers’ fabric.
As
Calvin’s legs began to tremble, he grasped Reggie’s head, steadying himself. “You’re
gonna make me buckle over if’n you keep that up.”
“Mmm,” Reggie
moaned.
When he
slipped the mushroomed head through the boxers’ fly and sucked down the
liquid-gold pre-cum oozing from the tip, Calvin grunted. “Damn, boy, you know
what to do with a mouth!”
Spurred
on by Calvin’s words, Reggie began to bob his head up and down, sucking extra
hard as his lips passed over the head’s flange. He drew the shaft in further
until his face bounced off Calvin’s belly when it reached the back of his
throat.
Calvin
could feel himself being brought closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as his
prostate began to shudder. “No, Reggie! Wait! Please slow down.” He began to
pant. “I want the first … first time I come … come with you to be … to be with
you inside me.”
“So
good … you taste so good,” Reggie moaned between breaths, not slowing down in
the least.
“Reggie!”
Calvin cried out as he stumbled forward.
As he
fell toward the floor, Reggie’s grip was broken as Calvin caught himself
against the footboard of the bed. “Damn, boy, I nearly came. You got yourself
one hell of an appetite there!”
“And
then some,” Reggie said, with a leer.
Calvin
sat down on the floor and held his hands out in front of him. “Please, can we
slow this down a smidge? We got all night.”
“Yeah,
we do,” Reggie answered with lust in his voice. “And I’m planning to dine on
you several times before morning.”
“Then
let’s do this right.” How ‘bout a shower, or a bath first?”
“Even
better. Then we’ll be all slick and slippery.”
“This
here’s a different side of you I ain’t never seen, fer sure. I think I like it,
Reggie, but it’s gonna take some gettin’ used t’.”
“Sorry,”
Reggie said anxiously. “I’m just so worked up right now. I can’t believe this
is really happening, not to me, not now, and I don’t want it to slip by.”
Calvin
caressed Reggie’s face. “Me neither.”
“I was
so sure I wasn’t going to let it happen. I was determined to not allow my
desire for you to ruin the friendship that began to develop between us. And
besides, you’re my employee.”
Calvin
leaned forward and reached out to caress Reggie’s face. “I ain’t makin’ light
of it, but I sure am glad you decided otherwise, ‘coz I’m gonna need help with
this,” he said as he gazed into Reggie’s eyes and drew his hand to his
pulsating shaft. Then he lowered his eyes to Reggie’s groin. “And I think you’re
gonna need help, too.”
Calvin
pushed Reggie back up and rose to his knees as he began to unfasten Reggie’s
pants. As the belt came free, and Reggie helped to shimmy them and his briefs
down, his eight inches of manhood sprang free. It was so thick, Calvin’s
fingertips barely met when he wrapped his hand around it. So engorged with
blood, its purpled veins contorted and seethed, begging for release, as the
shaft swelled and bounced with each heartbeat.
Reggie
moaned as Calvin caressed its length with his fingertips. “There’s only one
thing that will relieve it, Calvin.”
“I
know.” Calvin answered as he licked his lips and leaned forward. “And I’m gonna
help you out with that right now, as best I can.”
The
moment he pressed his lips to the swollen, purpled head, Calvin began to suck
greedily, drawing in the briny nectar that oozed through the slit at the tip.
He licked his thumb and index finger and formed them into a ring, then wrapped
them around the sensitive spot behind the ridge, extending the pressure his
lips exerted and gently milked back and forth across the sensitive glans. As
saliva slid down the shaft, it lubricated his grip even more, sending shivers
up Reggie’s spine.
“Oh,
fuck!” Reggie cried out. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Yeah, baby, just like that!”
“So
good … tastes so good,” Calvin moaned in response. “Gawd, it’s been so long … so
damn long.”
Reggie
began to slowly thrust his hips forward, advancing his cock until it pushed
through Calvin’s stretched lips. He continued to thrust until it reached the
back of Calvin’s mouth, nearly dislocating his jaw with its girth. Calvin
gagged and his eyes watered, but he pressed on and swallowed as the head passed
his tonsils, drawing the tip down his throat. Reggie shuddered as pleasure
waves spread from his loins and out through his body when the thickened saliva
that formed at the back of Calvin’s throat slicked the path his cock followed. “Baby,
you’re bringing me close. You’re going to make me come.”
Calvin
slid off his cock, choking as it left his throat. “Ain’t that the idea?” he
said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
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