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Interviews with Authors
What’s the one place you would recommend to people coming to visit the UK?
I would have to say Devon’s beaches because that’s where I grew up and where I live now. I spent my childhood bumming around on the beach, and some of Devon has beaches that will easily beat those abroad.
Wow, just one? I’m really not sure I could choose just a single place. There are so many incredible places to go—and I haven’t even managed to visit them all myself, yet! I think I’m going to cheat and suggest the Peak District—it’s a huge area to cover, but there are so many amazing sights within the area that lovers of the countryside won’t want to miss out.
London, of course, but plenty of people are tempted by that already. I’d also recommend Brighton, where you can have sea, shopping and entertainment – and the Royal Pavilion! – in one easy-to-navigate area. Oh … and I was born there LOL.
As much as I adore London — and I do think everyone should see it — there’s no place I would recommend more highly than the Lake District.
Yorkshire, definitely! Millions of people around the world saw the best of this region back in the summer when Le Tour was here. Le Grand Depart of the Tour de France cycle race showcased the county like nothing else ever has before I think, not even the Brontes.
This will maybe sound weird, but I haven’t travelled much in the UK so there aren’t many places I could recommend. For me, Oxford is boring, yet to someone else, all the university buildings etc. might seem fab. I went to Warwick Castle once. That was good.
London is very obvious, but after that Stratford-upon-Avon on a lovely summer’s day. Wandering around the quaint town and exploring Shakespeare’s history is really special. http://www.visitstratforduponavon.co.uk
Much as I love Bath, I think I’d have to recommend nearby Bristol as it has so many different things going for it. As well as the gorgeous Georgian terraces of Clifton there’s the fantastic maritime history; Brunel’s stunning Clifton Suspension Bridge; a wealth of museums; excellent pubs, clubs and restaurants; and of course, it’s the home of Banksy and the legions of street artists he’s inspired to paint the city in glorious technicolour.
EXCERPT (from Bodywork by Ashe Barker):
Graham’s bedroom is unfussy, but with just enough in the way of creature comforts to escape being utilitarian. A solid teak bed—very sturdy, with a matching double wardrobe and drawers. He has a huge television screen mounted on the wall facing the bed, and a door leads to the en suite bathroom. That’s all the detail I manage to take in before we come together in a frenzy of kissing and shedding of clothes. We roll across the bed, kicking off shoes, unfastening shirts. I tug my work T-shirt over my head at the same time as Graham unzips my jeans. He reaches for my cock, now fully erect, and squeezes it in his fist.
“Oh, God. Oh, fucking hell.” I let out the low moan as he draws his hand along the length of my dick, slow at first, then pumping faster. I manage to wriggle out of my jeans and shorts without causing him to break contact, and somehow toe off my socks as well.
Now I’m naked, but Graham is still wearing his trousers. Not good. Nowhere near good enough. I grab the waistband and pop the button.
Graham chuckles. “Wait, not so fast.”
“Yes, so fast.” I don’t want to seem over eager, but shit…!
“In my jeans.” I’m not given to bouts of religious fervour but I offer up thanks to any deity who might be listening that I am blessed with an innate sense of responsibility and self-preservation, which means I am never unprepared. Well, not entirely. I hope Graham can lay his hands on some lubricant, although I’m not against a little improvisation. I roll to the edge of the bed and rummage among my discarded clothes to retrieve three foil packets. Should be enough. I hope. For now.
“Give.” Graham holds out his free hand.
I’m grateful that he hasn’t seen fit to release his grip on my cock. I drop the condoms into his palm and return to my task of relieving him of his pants.
Graham glances at the condoms. His grin is lust-filled. I suspect my optimism is not misplaced. He tosses the sachets onto the pillow.
Moments later we are both naked. His tackle is in my hand, swelling, solid, seriously impressive. I clench my arse in anticipation. This is going to be one hell of a tight fit, but I like it like that. I cup his balls with my other hand. They feel heavy and I squeeze. He twitches in my hands, and groans.
“Christ, Alex. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
The thought never entered my head. Graham’s fist is still stroking up and down my dick but the pace has become more leisurely now as my work on his cock grabs his undivided attention. I don’t mind that, don’t care. There’s time, and I want to please him, to give him as much pleasure as I’m able.
I shift into a kneeling position beside him and lean over to lick the head of his cock. The slit is already opening to leak droplets of clear, slick pre-cum. It tastes salty, the tang familiar yet unique, a flavour that is just Graham. I open my lips to take in the head and as much of his length as I can manage. I start by using the pocket of my inner cheek, but I’m soon shifting position again, now kneeling between his legs to draw the whole of his dick into my mouth and throat.
Graham’s fingers are in my hair, holding my head, but he doesn’t try to force the pace. It wouldn’t bother me if he did, I don’t mind things getting a bit rough. Even so, I appreciate his restraint, his good manners.
I suck on his cock, using my hands to massage his balls. Graham is writhing under me, his low moans and breathy, guttural curses telling me in no uncertain terms that I’m on the right track. I speed up, ramp up the pressure. I press harder, squeeze a little more, digging my fingers into the rough skin of his scrotum. I scrape my teeth along the wide, swollen head, then swipe my tongue over the smooth curves. The trickle of pre-cum builds, delicious, both sweet and tart at the same time. My saliva mingles with it as I bob my head up and down to take as much of him as I possibly can.
“Alex, I’m close…”
I ignore the warning, tightening my grip on his nuts as his orgasm builds and boils within him. He stiffens in my hands, poised in those final few moments. I continue to work him hard and fast. With a muffled obscenity his cock leaps in my mouth and the hot flood of semen hits the back of my throat. I was expecting it, but still I have to work to swallow, to keep my airway clear. The jizz continues to flow, his balls pumping the warm fluid into my mouth as fast as I can swallow it.
I don’t lose a drop. Not one. When Graham finally stops coming I remain in place to clean every last smear from his dick before raising my head. I lick my lips as I admire his expression of contentment, He’s an attractive man—I’d thought that the moment I’d set eyes on him. In this moment, relaxed, sated, he is utterly beautiful.
I flop back down alongside him. He turns to me and cups my cheek.
“Thank you. It’s been a while…”
“Yeah?” I find that something of a surprise but make no further comment as Graham props himself up on one elbow to lean over me.
His kiss is more gentle now, less demanding. Exploring, tasting, sharing the exquisite flavour of his release, the residue still lingering in my mouth.
“God, that’s so sexy. So fucking hot.” He murmurs the words against my neck and reaches for my dick again. His caress is still firm, just the way I like it.
I can get off like this, but I really prefer…
“Fuck me.” I can hear the growl in my voice—being randy as a tomcat will do that for me every time.
“Sure. Love to.”
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Bodywork By Ashe Barker
Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park – literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.
Breaking the Marine By M.K. Elliott
Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?
Love on Location By Lucy Felthouse
When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?
Landscapes By K D Grace
Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?
The Chase By Lily Harlem
Steve’s killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.
Dish of the Day By Clare London
Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.
E2 By Sarah Masters
When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it’s all mapped out in the stars. Now all he’s got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.
Locked Out By Josephine Myles
Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine’s Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he’s stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn’t help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he’d been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business…
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