Sunday, February 8, 2015

Lynn Townsend`s Blues

I am so excited to have Lynn here today. Not only is she one of the best writers I know, I'm honored to call her a friend. Today she`s sharing some info, and one scorching hot scene, from Blues, the second book in the Rainbow Connection series. This excerpt contains some smoking man on man love, so it is not suitable for work. If this offends, skip on over to the next blog. Lynn and I will not be greatly hurt, I promise. 

Now that we have that taken care of, let`s get to two of my favorite college students, Vin and Beau! 


Rising sophomore Beau Watkins gave up everything to be with his boyfriend, Vin. Beau is disowned by his father, tormented by his brother, is rapidly running out of money, and suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. On top of that, his boyfriend seems to see Beau as little more than a live-in maid. Troubled by word of his missing father and fighting nightmares of his own, Vin Reyes turns to alcohol to drown his pain. What's worse, a handsome transfer student is a little too interested in Beau. Vin throws away everything that's made him happy with both hands, terrified of his own feelings of inadequacy.

When Vin and Beau's happily-ever-after turns into a train wreck of drinking problems, resentment, insecurity, jealousy, and violence, they both try to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. Their mutual friends, Hector and Ann-Marie, try to help the two young men as best they can, but neither want to listen. Beau accepts a morally questionable job offer to pad his finances and Vin starts a downward spiral of self-destructive behavior that sends him right for rock bottom. Can Vin and Beau win through doubt and guilt, jealousy and recklessness, to find their place in the world? 


Sometimes finding yourself means losing everything else...


Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, octopuses, and movies with more FX than plot.

NSFW Excerpt
Vin slid his finger under the elastic of Beau's suspender-strap, using the tension to rub along Beau's chest. He lightly flicked over one nipple, then up to the collarbone. Beau closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, throat working as he breathed. Vin leaned in, traced the line against the strap with his tongue, skimming butterfly kisses against the sensitive skin near Beau's belly. Beau sucked in a gasp, raised his hips, arching his back, pushing himself at Vin's mouth. Vin took advantage, bracketed his arms under Beau's thighs, holding Beau captive to his desire. He licked across the tender skin, then stuck his tongue into Beau's navel, grinned when Beau shuddered and cursed violently, his hands coming up to twine in Vin's hair.

"God, that feels good." Beau said.

Vin loosened his grip, kissed up Beau's lean chest. He found one nipple, suckled at the hard little bud. He pulled back the suspender strap, blew cool air on the puckered nipple, then shifted, letting the suspender snap back into place.

Beau yelped, his eyes popping open. "Jesus, Vin!" He rubbed fitfully at skin already turning brilliant red, his lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout.

Vin smirked, returned his attention to Beau's chest, nipping the other nipple, rolling his tongue over it.

"You are a cruel, cruel man," Beau protested. He inhaled, shivering all over with anticipation for the next stinging snap, his eyes fluttering closed.

"And you like it," Vin stated. Beau didn't respond, his whole body tensed up at the promised sensation. Vin cocked his head, studied Beau's face, the curve of his luscious mouth, the dreamy longing in his expression. At that point, he almost had to do it; he let the suspender go, the sharp smacking sound against flesh sent a jolt of wanting down Vin's spine.

"Yes," Beau hissed. Whatever restraint Beau had broke free. He lunged forward from the chair, knocking them both to the floor. He pressed his body hard against Vin's supine form, catching his hands and pinning them over Vin's head. He ravaged Vin's mouth, bruising, aching kisses. "You have too many damn clothes on."

"So, do something about it," Vin invited. He snuggled himself against Beau, felt the rub of carpet against his lower back, totally relaxing into Beau's care.

Beau squeezed Vin's wrists, then released him, working the buttons down Vin's shirt. Vin lay there, watching him with content, slitted eyes, not moving, not helping. Enjoying every burning touch, luxuriating in pleasure. "Sit up a minute, idjit," Beau scolded him, then tugged the undershirt over Vin's head when he didn't move. Beau squirmed around, sat on Vin's thighs, gazed down at him. "If you get rug burn, it's your own damn fault."

"You are so beautiful when you're worried about me," Vin said. He snagged the suspender straps again, pulled them way back --

"Don't you even!" Beau shrugged out of the straps hurriedly, the gap in his trousers more obvious.

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1 comment:

V.L. Locey said...

Thanks so much for dropping by for a visit, Lynn.