Friday, May 31, 2013

Welcome Backlist Hoppers!

Hello everyone! Welcome to the Backlist Blog Hop!

For those who have never been here before I am Jaxx Steele, author of erotic gay romance. I would like to share with you one of my earlier best sellers, Papa Knows Best. It is a story that is close to my heart. So much so that the main characters Dominick (Papa) and Brad have made cameo appearances in a few other May-December type books I have written. 

I enjoyed doing this book and I think its success was due to the over all feel that age doesn't matter among consisting adults. Once you get to know a person you fall for the person not their age. In some cases the age of the person is a factor, but only f you make it so. As the author of many books, my personal opinion has slipped into a character from time to time, but that is not my usual policy. My characters have gone against me and have expressed opinions of their own that are very different from anything that I feel, but in Papa knows Best that is not the case. 

Though there are situations where your age may matter in your relationship, I do not think it should make or break it. Common ground needs to be found on which you can build trust and then a relationship can grow from there. This is the very thought of the aggressor in this tale when he sets out to get his man. 
My hope is that new light is shed on Papa knows Best from this hop giving you another book to enjoy. It will always be a favorite of mine.

Dominick “Papa” Pappas was a handsome, young photography teacher at Indiana University given to impulsive behavior and an overwhelming passion for his craft.
             Professor Bradley Louis taught philosophy at the college and had the reputation of being the sternest and most unsocial of all the teachers on campus.
            When Papa first laid eyes on Professor Louis it was love at first sight. Professor Louis was handsome, intelligent and twenty years his senior. Papa approached him, but the professor turned away from his advances claiming they had nothing in common and belonged to two different generations. Because of that he didn’t think they had a chance to survive as a couple. 
Can Papa convince him of otherwise or will Professor Louis’ theory on May-December relationships prevail?   

Here's a peek at Papa and Brad's first meeting.


"Just a few more seconds...almost in position...”
“Papa, what the hell are you doing? You can’t just take pictures of people without their consent,”came an urgent whisper out of nowhere.
Startled by the voice, Dominick jerked the camera to the side. “Damn it, Ben. You made me lose the shot.” He sat up and flipped through pictures on the camera.
“I told you before, man, you can’t do that. This isn’t that small college you used to work at. Everyone knew each other there and didn’t mind when you walked around snapping pictures. They knew eventually it would end up in the paper somewhere and they would have their fifteen minutes of fame.”
Pleased with the latest shot on his camera, he greeted his friend. “I’m having a great day, Ben. How are you today?”
“Papa, are you listening to me? Seriously, you have to stop snapping pictures of people you don’t know, especially that guy. You don’t want to be messing with him. Do you know who that is?”
Ben’s uneasiness brought Dominick away from his camera again. “No, do you?” 

The waitress reappeared with her pad in her hand. “Hello, Ben, can I get you something?”
“Yeah, whatever the special is today will be fine with a large Dr. Pepper. Thanks, Deb.” When she was out of earshot, he answered his friend. “That’s Professor Louis, he teaches psychology. He’s been here forever.”
Papa put the camera on the table and sent a glance over to Professor Louis. He was still sipping his tea and reading the paper.
“Psychology, huh, what else do you know about him?” Papa asked as Ben reached over to take his Coke.
“Well, I hear he’s a very good teacher. He’s brilliant and he really knows his stuff, but he has the reputation of being the grumpiest professor on campus and he isn’t very social, either. He’s never been seen at any faculty functions, big or small,” he said with a chuckle, then took a gulp from the glass.
Papa chuckled, too. “Really? What else do you know?”
“What,” he said, putting the glass down. “Uh-uh, I know that tone.”
“What tone?”
“That ‘I want to get to know him, so tell me everything you know’ tone.”
“Come on, man, I’m not using a tone. I’m just asking a question.”
“Papa, that man is old enough to be your father, shit, your grandfather!” Ben said in an astonished whisper.
Papa sat back in his chair. “Geez, Ben, I just wondered what else you knew about the man. It’s not like I asked if you knew if he was gay or not, or if he had a lover or even where he lived.” Papa sent another quick look over to the professor and then leaned back on the table and added, “Unless you know any of that stuff and want to tell me.”
Stunned anew, Ben looked at him wide-eyed and then laughed. “Uh-uh, no way.”
“Come on, Ben, I just want to meet him.”
“No, I’m not getting into that. Do you know how much trouble you could get into? It’s not good practice for teachers to be fooling around with one another. Well, unless you were married or already fooling around before you got here. This school is bigger than the last one you taught at, but it’s not big enough to hide a scandal of two male teachers getting caught fooling around.”
“What the hell do you think we’re going to do? Sneak kisses in his office or walk around campus holding hands like two giddy school kids? Get real, Ben.”
Dominick glared at him. Ben held up his hands. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to say you don’t know how to be professional. I’m just trying to look out for you. When you and Rick were first together it was kinda like that, all carefree and unconcerned about what anyone else thought.”
“That was a long time ago, and there is a time and a place for that. Rick was all about PDA and breaking rules. I wouldn’t put mine or Professor Louis’ career in jeopardy like that.”
“You’re right. I'm sorry. I know you better than that.”
“Look, think about it like this, you’ll just be introducing two fellow teachers. This is my first year here. He could show me around campus and tell me where the good eating spots are. Besides, he teaches psychology, maybe he could teach me something,” he added, giving him a laughing grin.
That familiar disbelieving look appeared on Ben’s face, telling Papa once more that he was full of shit. He had seen it many times over the years. He and Ben met in college when Papa was a freshman and he a sophomore. They were in the same photography club. Ben liked taking pictures, and Papa had a gift. Their teacher helped get him a job as a freelance photographer to help pay his way through school. With his friend being an education major, the teacher thought it was a good idea if Papa took his gift and shared it by teaching others, and thus he followed his friend into teaching.
With two other Dominicks in their group of friends, it was Ben who started calling him Papa as a play on his last name. It had been twelve years since he graduated from college to pursue his teaching career behind his friend. They were the only ones in their group who stayed in touch and became as close as brothers, leaving Ben the only one to still call him Papa.
“You don’t even know if he’s gay, Papa. You go over there and approach Professor Louis like that and he’s not gay, that’s going to freak him out.”
“Yes, yes, I know, but one knows his own, Ben. I got a good feeling about him.”
Ben glanced conspiratorially at the professor. “I don’t know, Papa. Even if he is gay, you know how those old schools are. They grew up in a different time. Most of their generation isn’t very tolerant of ours.”
Papa sighed. “I know, Ben, but there’s just something about him. Look, I’m not going to do anything crazy. I just want to meet him, that’s all. Can you introduce us?”
Ben sighed and picked up Papa’s Coke again. “All right, all right, I’ll see what I can do. My freshman English class is down the hall from his office.”
“Thanks, man.”
The waitress returned with Ben’s lunch and they ate quietly. Papa continued to look over at Professor Louis to keep up with his progress. When Papa finished the half burger and the few cold fries that were left on his plate, he wiped his mouth and stood up abruptly.
“Where are you going?” Ben asked with his mouth full.
He picked up his camera. “I’m going to ask permission to use the pictures I took of Professor Louis, like you said. He’s almost done and I have a class in half an hour. So it’s now or never, right?”
Papa walked away before Ben could swallow and talk him out of the move he now deemed stupid as he stood in front of the man trying to find his voice.
Professor Louis looked up at Papa over his glasses. Papa continued to stand there mute for several long seconds until Professor Louis leaned back in his chair, wiped his mouth, and held out his hands gesturing toward him.
“Well, are you just going to stand there watching me eat or did you actually have a reason for coming over here?”
Papa’s lips moved, but no words came out, then suddenly the audio connection to his brain returned. “My pictures!” he blurted out.
Professor Louis raised an eyebrow. “Eh? How’s that again?”
Papa cleared his throat and tried again. “Mind if I sit?” he asked as he pulled out the chair and sat down.
A smirk showed on Professor Louis’ lips and his eyes glistened with amusement. “Obviously not. What can I do for you? Are you a student?”
“What? No, no, I’m not a student. I’m a teacher.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, my name is Dominick Pappas. I teach photography here,” he said and held out his hand. “I came from another school and…”
Professor Louis shook his hand and leaned on the table, cutting him off. “Yes, yes, that’s quite the tale. What does all that have to do with me?”
“Oh, yes, well, as a photographer I take lots of pictures, you know.”
“Really?” Professor Louis said with false astonishment, muffling a laugh. “One would never have guessed.”
Papa paused, staring at the professor for a moment, then sent a look to his friend, who was peeking at them from behind the menu Papa had earlier. He took a breath before addressing the professor again.
“Yes, well, I did have a reason for coming over here. I took a few pictures of you and I wanted--"
Professor Louis’ face no longer appeared amused. He straightened up in his chair. The stern look he landed on Papa held him in place and stopped his words. 

“You did what? When?” he asked crisply.
“I, uh, well, while you were eating,” Papa answered in almost a whisper.
Professor Louis pressed his lips into a thin line and then pushed his chair back abruptly. “You did what?” His voice still held its crispness. “You had no permission to do so. I don’t know you and I don’t like my picture taken. That’s three reasons for not doing what you did. You will erase those pictures from your camera immediately, and I don’t want to see them anywhere. Is that understood?” He snatched his jacket off the chair and his ticket from the table. “Good day to you, photography teacher,” he said ending their conversation, and walked away.
Papa watched him as he paid for his meal at the register and left the restaurant without making even the smallest backward glance. He left the chair and returned to the table with Ben.
“Well, that went well.” 

Papa knows Best is available now at Phaze
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop s here!

Welcome Hoppers!
I am Jaxx Steele, author of gay erotic romance. I will be sharing an except of  my cowboy story Part of the Posse. They have lots of Hot Summer Nights but here is the first they shared during a stormy summer night.

Les Browning traveled with his trusted group of men for years. As the company made a cattle run from Texas to Kansas Les met Colt, a young cook looking to find his way in the world. They hit it off immediately, but Les couldn’t get too close to Colt until the men in his party gave the okay for Colt to travel with them. Can Colt ultimately prove himself worthy to be a part of their clique so that he and Les could be together?

Colt’s deft fingers gripped Les’s cock and stroked with knowledge and purpose. Colt alternated between stroking the full length and sucking on the head. Les moaned again, enjoying Colt’s bold touch. It felt good when he stroked his own rod, but having someone else handle his cock felt incredible. It had been a while since he had lain with another man. Colt continued kissing his body and sucking his dick until Les was breathless and in danger of spilling his seed prematurely. Les abruptly shoved Colt onto the hay. 
“Stop! Take them wet clothes off so I can fuck you.”
 If Colt took offense at the gruffness of his words or the manhandling, he showed no sign. Colt rose to his feet quickly to honor Les’s request, giving him a full view of his body. His light- bronzed complexion reminded Les of the expensive rum he had splurged on once in Galveston. Smooth and delicious, the best hooch he ever had. Les almost smiled wondering if Colt would be the best he ever had. Everywhere he looked, taut lean muscles. His body, hairless except for the patch of loose curls at the top of an erection lifting proudly toward the ceiling. Perfection. 
What’s a boy as young Colt doing with a big, thick cock like that? Les mused.
 His desire to know if Colt could wield such a tool made his dick jump with anticipation. When his gaze reached Colt’s face, he smiled eagerly. 
“Now you do the same. I want to see you.” 
Les hesitated, averting his eyes. He figured himself to be Colt’s senior by at least ten years, maybe more. Although he had no potbelly, his limbs and torso were not as tight as they once had been. When Les looked back, Colt’s gaze was impatient. Les stood and removed his shirt then pushed his pants and drawers off at the same time. Now Colt openly ogled him, and his cock throbbed under the intense scrutiny. 
“Nice,” Colt said finally. “Now let’s see what it can do.” 
Colt rushed at him again, plundering his mouth insistently. Les let the young man take the lead. Usually he took control with a lover, but he liked how this boy showed no restraint in wanting him. Colt’s hands gripped Les’s cock enthusiastically. His firm stroking made Les harder than he had ever been.
Breathing hard, he pulled himself out of Colt’s arms and reached to the ground for his saddlebag. He withdrew a small bottle of oil. Colt laughed.
“Are you always prepared?” 
“I’m a man that travels without companionship. This stuff makes it easier during my one on one time,” Les explained with a grin.
“Smart. I like that quality in a man.” 
Les smacked Colt’s hip playfully. “Turn over. I want to see that tight ass in the air.”
Colt lowered himself to the hay and rolled over, raising his bottom. Les glided his hand over the roundness of his firm butt cheeks before he poured a stream of oil down the crack between them. Watching the stream disappear made his cock pulse. 
After tossing the container toward his bag, Les slipped his finger between the brown muscles. He located the hole within and directed the slickness to it. His middle finger slid back and forth several times before penetrating the opening. Colt moved readily, backing into the motion. Les’s mouth went dry at the sight of the rotating hips. He licked his lips watching Colt move his lithe body erotically to increase his own pleasure. Colt’s moans rose into the air as thunder boomed outside, as if trying to drown out his cries. Lightning flashed and lit up the loft.
Colt’s heavy breathing and adamant grinding turned Les on. He found himself torn between continuing to finger fuck him and burying his staff inside the hole. 
“As—As good as this feels, ahh—” Colt paused, panting. “I want to feel your cock in me instead of your finger.” 
Les gasped. Colt’s breathless plea broke his self-control, making up his mind for him. He withdrew his finger, positioned himself directly behind Colt and− with one well-placed thrust− buried his pole deep inside Colt’s willing tunnel. Colt groaned when Les was fully seated. Les savored the shudder gliding over him from Colt’s body. Long moments passed before he could move within the slick passage. Colt’s ass was the sweetest he’d had in a long time. He had hoped to make the encounter last, but already that delicious feeling tightened his balls, warning him of an imminent climax. Colt worked his hips in a deliberate circular motion, drawing Les’s pleasure from him. Les pumped faster, harder, driving inside the younger man, angling his hips to bring the most pleasure. The sound of their flesh slapping together, mixed along with the heavy scent of sex in the air, drove Les crazy. When Colt’s accommodating movements and satisfied groans increased, it was his undoing. 
“Shit!” Les yelled as his orgasm took over. Les wavered, dizzy from the strength of his release. He leaned forward onto Colt’s back, letting his cock slip from his lover’s body. 
Colt eased them onto the hay, allowing Les to roll off him. Les lay motionless as he tried to catch his breath. So far, his notion had been right. No one had made him feel so good or come so fast before. Les rose onto his elbows, turning to his new lover. Colt lay resting with his eyes closed, his half-hard cock lolled on his left thigh. 
Over the years, Les had taken pleasure in noticing the differences in his lovers, especially their dicks. They all basically looked the same to him, much like his own—some longer, some shorter—but that wasn’t the case with Colt’s. Its golden brown color was beautiful, like none he had ever seen before not even Juan. Les couldn’t help but wonder if it would taste different too. His mouth watered at the prospect of finding out. 
After staring at Colt’s cock for a few more deciding moments, he nudged Colt in the ribs. Colt turned questioning eyes to him. 
“Stand up,” Les said.

Les and Colt's story continues in Part of the Posse, now available at Secret Craving Publishing.

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