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I am Jaxx Steele author of gay romance. All of my books have happy endings thus you are in the right place! Today I would like to share my first love story, And then there was Anthony.

This is not my first romance of course, but it is my first real love story. 

Love story...Romance...aren't they the same thing?

I’m glad you asked the question, wonderful follower of the Happy Endings Hop. I don’t know if there is a standard text book difference between the two or anything, but here is Jaxx Steele’s idea of what the difference is.

Love Story:

Has the intenseness of the chase with seduction and romance galore. Throughout the story the relationship builds in crescendo until it is culminated by the couple getting together in a serious stress relieving love making scene thus ending the soy on a high note.

 Erotic Romance:

The ‘story’ is about them overcoming said disaster so that they can be together in the end. The book has the intenseness of the chase with the seduction and romance, too, but the aggressor catches his intended lover. All is well for a time and then some catastrophe comes to try to break them up.

Now, like I said, I don’t know if that is how it is commonly done, but that is the definition that I use when I write. Anthony, of course fits under the love story umbrella. I really liked doing it. I loved how Luke came to the realization that he didn’t have to be alone. Anthony won his trust and then got the man he wanted. A happy ending is always a good thing. I love them and I do them.

Here is a peek at And then there was Anthony. 

 

 After the death of his lover, Luke Finley took dating off his list of things to do. When he met Anthony Dixon, Luke found it difficult to keep the handsome man safely on the friend list. Will Luke to let the ghosts from his past prevent him from having love in his future?

 

Excerpt:

Twisting the last ball of dough into a braided donut, he shoved the tray into the oven and turned the timer. Stepping on the pedal at the sink, he washed his hands and left the kitchen. Luke sat heavily in the chair in his office and picked up the phone.
“This is Luke Finley. How can I help you?” he asked tucking the receiver between his shoulder and ear.
“Luke, what the hell! Where are you?”
Luke recognized the panic stricken voice of his friend immediately. He chuckled pulling the towel from his other shoulder and dried his hands.
“What do you mean where am I? Duh! I’m at the store. You just called me, Nick.”
Nick sputtered. “I know that, man, but you’re not supposed to be at the bakery you’re supposed to be here with me at Dixon Web Designs,” he said in an urgent whisper.
Luke’s brows scrunched in confusion. “What? Why?”
Nick groaned in his ear. “Dude, tell me you didn’t forget.”
“Uhh…”
“Luke…the meeting.”
Luke’s confusion kept him silent.
“The meeting, man…with Anthony Dixon, the computer guy.”
More silence.
“For the website!”
“Oh!” Luke exclaimed as comprehension dawned. “Yeah, I remember that, but why are you there now? That meeting isn’t until the twenty-second.”
“Today is the twenty-second, Luke. You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
Luke’s eyes widened. He swiveled in his chair to face the calendar on the wall. There were scribbles in the twenty-second’s box. On closer inspection he saw it was his handwriting reminding him of said appointment. The event clearly had slipped his mind. He couldn’t even remember the last time he looked at the calendar.
“Shit! Is he still there? I can come right now.”
“Yeah, man, you’re good, just get your butt down here.”
“All right. Stall for me. I’ll be there soon as I can.”
Luke hung the phone up and jerked from the chair. “Sandy, I need a sunrise basket quick,” he ordered rushing pass her. “I’ll be back for it.”
“Okay,” came her reply.
Luke was never so glad to live so close to his store. He had walked on many occasions when the weather permitted. It took him mere minutes to drive home. Rushing through his door he snatched a burgundy button down from his closet and tossed it into the dryer then changed from his jeans into a pair of khaki’s. Luke was changed, back at the store and heading down the block in just over half an hour.
Dixon Web Designs was located in a strip mall about five miles down the road from his establishment. Luke spotted his friend sitting at a table in the back of the small office with another man who had his back to the door. Nick saw him at the door and waved him over. Luke smiled, smoothed his shirt, took a deep breath and approached.
The man sitting with Nick turned around and Luke stopped in his tracks. He managed to keep his mouth from dropping opening but could not swallow the gasp that escaped. The computer guy had the brightest, most sparkling brown eyes Luke had ever seen. It was like looking into a cup of freshly poured Coca Cola sitting in the sunlight. The man landed a deliberate gaze on him. It felt like a physical touch gliding over Luke’s skin.
He and Nick stood to greet him. Looking at the stranger’s masculine features, everything around Luke seemed to fade. There was no hair on his strong looking, square jaw or around his fill lips. It made the dimple in his chin prominent when he smiled. Most men were taller than Luke’s five foot six inches, but this Anthony Dixon was massive. Nick stood six foot two and even he had to look up to the man. His broad shoulders and muscular stature could not be hidden beneath the expensive looking suit he wore. The jet black material over the beige shirt fitted him too well to be off the rack and complimented his caramel skin tone beautifully. Luke swallowed to wet his suddenly dry mouth then attempted to gather his wits before he continued across the room.  
“Luke, I’m glad you made it, man,” Nick greeted patting him on the shoulder. “Luke Finley, this is Anthony Dixon, owner of Dixon Web Designs” he added extending his hand to the stranger.
Luke took the stranger’s out stretched hand. Anthony’s grip was warm and firm. The skin on skin contact sent tingles up Luke’s arm as Anthony jerked it up and down.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luke.”
Anthony’s voice was smooth and baritone. It vibrated over Luke’s skin sending an erotic pulse to his groin and lightening strikes of pleasure to his nipples. The realization of that surprised him. No one’s voice had ever turned him on before.
“I– I apologize for the delay. Thank you for waiting for me, Mr. Dixon.”
“It was no problem and please, call me Anthony. I think that’s okay if we’re going to be working together,” Anthony mentioned offering him a seat. “Any friend of Nick’s is a friend of mine.”
The three men sat down and Luke put the basket in the center of the table.
“I brought a peace offering. Is it alright that we eat as we talk?” 
“Of course. This doesn’t have to be a formal meeting if you’re not comfortable with that kind of scene. I want to make this as easy for you as possible.”
“Thanks. I must admit that I’m very techy at all that’s why I asked Nick to find me someone to help. He knows all about that kind of stuff.”
Anthony crooned his head looking into the basket. “Are these from Morning Glory down on Eighth Street?” he asked removing a danish.
“Yes, that’s my shop.”
Anthony’s face lit up. His eyes danced happily and an exuberant grin spread across his face. Luke’s heart fluttered at the sight.
“Really? I love that place. Making a website for you will be easier than I thought,” he muttered opening his laptop.
“Nick didn’t tell you I owned Morning Glory?” Luke asked turning an accusing eye to his friend.
“When I set up the meeting I just gave Anthony the basics. I had a friend that wanted a website for his business and that you were in the food industry,” Nick supplied with a shrug.
Luke nodded then turned back to Anthony. He held the cheese danish between his lips as he typed. Taking a bite he used one hand to finish what he was doing.
“Mmm, these are so good, my favorite actually. I used to stop by your place on the way to work to get one every morning.”
Luke’s eyes widened. “Really? When was that? I never saw you. I wouldn’t have missed someone like you in my store.”
Anthony’s eyes shifted toward him. A rush of heat quickly filled Luke’s cheeks. He made the attempt to fumble out a retraction.
“No!” he said shaking his hand. “I just mean I wouldn’t have missed a man as big you.” 
An amused smile touched Anthony’s lips as he turned to fully face Luke.
“Wait! That’s not what I wanted to say,” Luke rushed out. “I’m just trying to say that I usually notice when good looking men come into my store,” he expressed more slowly.
Luke gasped then pressed his lips together and groaned. His eyes closed as he sighed.
Just shoot me.

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Candy Kink with Hosting for the Holidays

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Jaxx Steele back atcha wishing you Happy Holidays once more and to share with you my love for older men! This blog will focus on Hosting for the Holidays!

I have always adored older men. You know the ones I’m talking about. The men that are aging like fine wine. Getting sexier as time passes. The Sean Connerys, Mark Harmons, Samuel Jacksons, Denzel Washingtons, Antonio Banderas’ and one of my favorites, the late Ricardo Montalbans in the world.

Disclaimer: These are the personal opinions of Jaxx Steele and not necessarily shared by the good people at Close Encounters with the Night Kind!

There! Now, that the legalities have been observed….

The physical beauty of a young man is surely one of his prize possessions. I mean, who doesn't walk along the beach just to see those lovely hard bodies, burned to a golden glow by the sun, glistening with a sheen of perspiration, flexing beautifully in the bright July heat?

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Sorry about that. I got lost in the visual of all that and lost my train of thought. Now where was I? Oh yes…as I was saying. That's all good, but it takes more than a pretty face, doesn’t it? I am not trying to bash younger men, but if physical beauty fades with time and that’s all you have, well…

An older man who is healthy in mind and conscience of his physical health can be just as visually beautiful! Father Time has been kind to his body because he remains active. He may not possess that six pack he used to at twenty five, but as he hovers around fifty he is in good shape and shows appreciation for your six pack! And Lordy! Let’s not forget there are still a few out there who do have the body they had at twenty five! He appreciates the days he has and lives them to the fullest. His graying hair looks distinguished on him and ups his sexiness tenfold.

I also love the fact that he is confident about who he is. Educated, intelligent and worldly is a major turn on! He has no problem teaching you what he knows and welcomes the challenge of learning new things from you. Ahhh, yes, what can I say? I love them.

Hosting for the Holidays starts at Christmas and ends New Years night. It is a May-December romance that celebrates the beauty of the older man. Though Chad calls his lover Daddy, it is a term of endearment not a designation.  Here’s a peek. Enjoy!

 

Hector had chosen the Christmas time for his young lover, Chad, to meet his best friends for the first time. Christmas Eve dinner went well and Chad felt he had made a group of new friends. To celebrate New Year's Eve Chad made special plans for him and Hector, but will the impromptu appearance by their friends threatened to ruin his big surprise?

Excerpt:

“So Santa, do you have enough time to hang around and play with my sweet little Chad?”

Santa’s laugh was far from his famously known ‘ho-ho-ho’, but it did have joy in it. “If I can stay up all night delivering Christmas gifts to good little children around the world, surely I have enough time and strength to fuck the both of you.”

Santa’s voice was deep and silky sending waves of sensual vibrations down Chad’s back. Santa kicked his boots off and removed the pants before he reached down to yank the glittery white cloth from underneath the tree. He walked to the fireplace wearing only his hat and jacket as the lights from the tree flickered teasingly across his tight muscular butt. Lowering himself onto the carpet, he spread out the cloth and discarded his red velvet coat.

“Have you been a good boy, Chad?” he asked stroking his cock.

Chad swallowed loudly. “Yes, Santa, I have been very good.”

“Are you a good lay, too?”

The carnal question made Chad’s cock bob in his hand and a shudder run down his back. He looked up at Hector and his love smiled approvingly at him.

“Oh yes, I am very good,” he answered, turning his attention back to Santa.

Santa lay back on top of the tree skirt in front of the roaring fire. The light of the dancing flames made his dark skin glow like polished copper. His impressive piece was full as his hand twisted and turned over the gleaming chocolate head. Hundreds of Christmas cards with Santa, Kris Kringle, St. Nick and a slew of other renditions of the same man flashed through Chad’s mind. None could hold a candle to how good this dark, delicious man looked stretched out leisurely before their fireplace.

“Then come ride Santa’s cock with that tight little ass of yours.”

Chad didn’t hesitate to answer his call. He wanted more than anything to ride Santa’s big dick and so did his daddy. He straddled Santa’s lap pressing his hands to his broad shoulders for leverage. Leaning forward he let Santa position his staff in place, and then he pressed down until it disappeared inside of him.

His eyes closed as he planted his knees on the carpet and rocked slowly back and forth over the bulging head. Chad pressed his lips together to muffle a moan. His face twisted in obvious pleasure. Still gripping Santa’s shoulders, Chad bounced his ass over the thick organ, arching his back with rhythmic thrusts of his hips, to bring them both optimal pleasure. Santa grasped Chad’s hips, slamming onto his cock.

“Shit! He works you like this every night, Old School?” Santa asked Hector.

Hector let out a lusty laugh and came closer to them. “Not every night, but as often as I let him.”

It took Santa let a few groans slip out before he spoke again. “No offense, dude, but aren’t you a little old for a sweet young thang like this to be fucking you with such gusto?”

Hector laughed again as he ran his fingers lovingly through Chad’s hair as he continued to work Santa into frenzy.

“None taken and you’re probably right, but what better way to go, eh?”

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Greetings Readers!

Jaxx Steele here to wish you Happy Holidays and to share another one of my Christmas stories with you: The Gift That Keeps on Giving!

This is one of my favorites. Like most authors My books are kind of like my children. I know you’re not supposed to have favs among your children, but even though you love them all the same there has to be a time when you like one more than the other. Come on, where are all the parents? You guys know I know what I’m talking about. 

The Johnston family is not so different from the ones we may know or even your own. Lovell comes home every holiday to spend time with his sister and mom even though they drive him crazy. They have their traditions and yearly fights over the same things and depart a loving family until next time.

Lovell Johnston is gun shy of relationships because of a personal defect. His job as owner of an internet website that hooks up other people enables that because he has lots of online friends, but none in the real world. He comes home every Christmas to get away from the hustle and bustle the season brings to a big city to have a little peace in a quiet suburb. 

This story is meant to remind us all that sometimes—just sometimes—the people who know you best really do know what’s best for you. Enjoy!

Lovell Johnston was home for the holidays when he met Avery Lockhart. He had made up his mind a long time ago that when he got into another relationship it was going to last. Avery was perfect for him everything he could ask for in a man. He was handsome, educated, sexy, available and totally interested in him. The only thing was Lovell lived in the city and Avery lived in his home town. Would the distance and fear of being a holiday booty call be enough to keep them apart when all they wanted to do was be together?

 Excerpt:

“You know, if you spent more time with live people your manners would be better.”

He looked up at her as he chewed, but didn’t reply. They ate silently for a few moments before she spoke again.

“So, I heard that you met Avery over at the store.”

“Uh-huh,” he said between bites of chicken.

She picked up her mug. “So what did you think?”

He blew the steam off the top of his own mug before taking a long gulp. “He was nice.”

“Uh-huh, well I think he’s a cutie. Don’t you think so?”

Hell yeah!

“He’s alright.”

“Good, I’m glad you approve. I was thinking of asking him out.”

Lovell almost choked on his last bite of food. “You were what? No, no, Andie, I-- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Well, why not? He’s single, handsome, has a job and he’s an educated man. That makes him prime eligible bachelor material. A woman doesn’t run across a good man like that every day, you know.”

Hmm, neither does a man.

“Don’t you think I should nab him before someone else does?”

“I-- I, well, Andie,” he paused not knowing what to say. “What if you’re not his type?” he blurted out.

His sister laughed. “Believe me, honey, I can be whatever type he will need. That will not be an issue.”

“Oh.”

She stood and took their plates to the sink and used the small pot on the stove to refill his mug.

“Lovell, will you be up for a while?”

He nodded blowing and then sipping from his mug again. “Mmm hmm.”

“Well, I have secret Santa gifts for my co-workers and all the gifts for the children on the burn unit to wrap still. I knew I wouldn’t have time to pick up some more wrapping paper from the store so I asked Avery to deliver them here.”

He put his mug down with a thud. Avery is coming here? 

“I have to go to work in a bit so I can’t wait.”

She didn’t just say Avery was coming here…did she?

“Maybe you can put in the good word for me while he’s here.”

Lovell picked up his mug and emptied it in one gulp to wet his dry mouth ignoring the heat. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just go pick those things up for you, Andie, instead of him coming here?”

“It’s too late for that now, Lovell. I called this morning while you were asleep and he said he’d be here after Mr. Brent returned from his lunch break.” She looked at her watch. “I have to go. There are some leftovers in there if you get hungry again.” She kissed the top of his head and left him alone.

He wanted to see Avery again more than anything, but his sister was interested in him, too. What if he really wasn’t interested in Lovell? He could have just read the signs wrong and Avery was just being nice to him. If Avery was really interested in Andie and not him, well… Well, it didn’t matter. He lived in the city and his sister was here in town. If it worked out between her and Avery, well, then good for her. She deserved a good guy like Avery and she was right. He was handsome, and nice, and sexy, and he had a good job…nice butt…and a bulge in front of his pants looked more than adequate. Who didn’t want a man like that? He sighed looking at the clock over the stove and then headed for his room.

He hoped a long hot shower would wash away all the crazy ideas floating in his head. The water felt good. He stood beneath it for what seemed like hours and it almost worked. All thoughts went down the drain save one: I wonder what Avery would look like with this water washing over him? He shook his head hard to dislodge the lone thought and then turned the water off. Stepping out he wrapped a towel around his waist and heard the banging at the door.

“Shit!”

He ran from the bathroom to the living room and swung open the door.

“Well, now that’s the type of greeting worth waiting in the cold for.”

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Let the Candy Cane Kink hopping begin!

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Welcome to Candy Cane Kink! I love this time of year. Everyone wants peace and love for their fellow man, cookies are freely passed around (I love cookies) and no other time do strangers say hello and great you well wishes for the new year. I enjoy Christmas time so much I have written 3 Christmas stories with several more to come. I will share a different one with you during this hop.  Leave your comments below and be entered into the pot to win one of my Christmas stories. Commentors choice! So come back on the 17th and the 21st for a greater chance at winning.

It was Christmas time again and Evan was celebrating the same ole way. Not hanging with the fellas or enjoying a secret Santa exchange at a party, but back at his sister's house. This year, however, would be a little different for Evan. This year he would learn that being a Good Samaritan had tangible benefits as well.

Excerpt:

“Holy shit!” Evan said in a shushed whisper as his cup made a thud on the counter. “That’s Mimi’s boyfriend? Hell! Ray wasn’t even that cute.” He opened the cabinet and shifted the contents about until he found one that resembled his own. “She said she was going to see him tonight, so why would she leave before he even got here?” He snatched a paper towel from the nearby spool to remove any water spots. “What the hell am I supposed to do with him until she gets back?”

Evan moved to the freezer and dropped two ice cubes into the glass.

He grabbed the other ingredients from the refrigerator to make the man’s drink and retrieved a fresh bottle of cognac from an adjacent cupboard to finish it off. Before leaving the kitchen, Evan refilled his cup and gulped down the amber liquor, then poured more. The swing door leading to the living room was only partially open when Evan reversed and went back to the counter. He put the drinks down and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“You have reached Mariah. I can’t get to the phone, but if you leave your name and a brief message—”

“Great.”

Evan closed his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket before the message finished. He shook his head and left with the drinks. “Sorry it took so long, Nikolai. I had to find something to mix your drink with. I hope eggnog is all right. I even added some extra cinnamon to it to boost the flavor,” Evan explained handing him one of the snifters.

“Yeah, nog is fine. Thank you.”

Nikolai sat in the other high backed chair. He had taken off his coat, and seemed relaxed with his right boot resting on his left knee. Nikolai’s position gave Evan a good view of his the bulge in front of his jeans. The blue button down shirt he wore tucked neatly into the waist was separated by a large belt buckle with a Batman symbol on it. Small tuffs of blond curls peeked out the top of the collar. The same blond hair covered his head in a short neat cut that gave him a sweet boyish look. Evan turned away from him and returned to his chair.

“This is really good. Thanks, uhh...”

“I’m sorry, Nikolai. My name is Evan. I’m Mariah’s brother.”

Evan leaned forward and the tingle in his hand intensified when Nikolai grasped it in a firm handshake. He looked up from their hands and Nikolai’s gaze locked onto his. Nikolai’s eyes were blue and extremely intense. They bore into his core, pulling on something very primal deep inside of him.

“Nice to meet you, Evan. I didn’t even know Mariah had a brother.”

“Well she just told me about you, so she probably just hasn’t had the chance to mention me.”

“Yes, I guess so. But you know,” he paused to pull Evan closer to him, “now that you’ve said something I do see a family resemblance.”

“Really? Most people who knew our parents said Mariah looked more like our father and I resembled our mother.”

“Well I don’t know about that, but I do see that you guys have the same beautiful eyes. Whose feature is that?”

“Uh, well, that would be my father. He was the one with the dark eyes.”

“Dark? I’d say that was an understatement.” He ogled Evan further.

“Your eyes are as dark as the night sky. They even sparkle when you speak, as if there were stars there.”

Evan looked down at his hand. Nikolai had squeezed it gently as he spoke. The pressure sent a shock to his loins awakening them immediately. Slowly he pulled his hand out of Nikolai’s and sat back in his chair. Evan reluctantly took a closer look of the man out the corner of his eye. Nikolai had leaned forward to rest on his knees as he indulged in his drink.

The fire lit the room enough for him to get a good look at him. The man was fine as hell and the crackling light emphasized his handsome features. Red, blue and green Christmas lights flashed on and off over his white skin accentuating his strong Russian nose, angular jaw line and slender lips. Flames danced invitingly in his gaze. Evan could have sworn he saw a spark of lust in those brilliant blue eyes that focused on him. He hid a disbelieving snicker in his glass.

Must be the liquor talking to me. Why would Mariah’s new boyfriend be looking at me with interest in his eyes?

Evan cleared his throat and tore his eyes away. He sipped from his glass then gestured toward him. “So Nikolai, tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well, I just recently moved to this pleasant little town of yours, and I think I like it. It’s big change from Chicago, but I’m getting used to it. I’m thirty-three years old, six foot two and a hundred and eighty-five pounds. My favorite color is brown, my favorite food is homemade macaroni and cheese with bacon bits in it and I’m a Leo. Did I leave anything out?” Nikolai asked with a laughing grin.

Evan chuckled in his cup before taking a drink. “That’s funny, but I meant stuff like, where did you and my sister meet or what do you guys like to do together. You know, stuff like that about you.”

“Oh. Well, when you ask me a question you need to be more specific and less sexy. It distracted me.”

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