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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

THE RULES #Gay #BDSM #MFRWsteam Blog Hop



Welcome to the September Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up your summer a bit more, you’re in the right place. 

The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write more explicit stories. 

Here's an X-cerpt from my MM BDSM story, THE RULES.

The Rules

Scenes from the Underground 1

Blurb

Willis Rice has been a Dom for over ten years, but he has yet to find the perfect submissive to share his dark desires. Maybe he wants too much. He’s looking for the whole package—a partner, a lover, a man who will trust him enough to surrender body and mind.

Wil goes to an underground sex party and finds the submissive man of his wet dreams. His flogging sends Aiden to subspace, but before Wil can bring the boy back, Aiden is taken away, and Wil is escorted out of the club.

Aiden belongs to someone else - the powerful police chief, Arthur Wright. Wil knows he should walk away, but he’s hooked. He can’t get Aiden out of his head, and he’ll do anything to get his hands on the boy again.

Available at:

Amazon: http://myBook.to/TheRules

ARE: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-therules-1760464-340.html

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-rules-by-gale-stanley/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-rules-mm




X-cerpt

Motherfuck! Wil cursed silently, he never liked losing, but in truth, he wasn’t all that upset. The Thai boy would have been fun but Wil wanted more. He wanted to feel… a spark, chemistry, something. When he spotted the right man, he wouldn’t have to think about it, he’d know immediately. But, it looked like tonight would be another bust. Every time Wil went to one of these parties, he started out with high hopes of meeting someone special, but the evening always ended with him settling for something less. Tonight he might end up completely alone.

Suddenly, a spotlight came on, illuminating an empty platform with a Saint Andrew’s cross at one end. Wil made his way over, and stood in the shadows, waiting for the show. The minutes dragged on, allowing the audience to grow and anticipation to build. Finally, a young man climbed onto the platform, but someone much taller than Wil’s six foot two, stepped in front of him. The Goliath, in jeans and a studded harness, completely blocked Wil’s view. Cursing under his breath, Wil squeezed past Goliath, and edged closer to the stage.

The young man on display pulled a tie from his hair, and released a thick auburn mane that matched his flushed cheeks. His hair glowed like fire under the spotlight, making his blue eyes appear cold by comparison. Wil’s breath caught. In his experience, redheads made the most adventurous, passionate, and yes, dangerous lovers. He’d always been a big believer in first impressions. Usually he made up his mind about a new sub within thirty seconds. Tonight it was closer to fifteen.

Young. Smaller than me. Black muscle shirt. Skinny jeans. Short black combat boots.

The overall look screamed ‘submissive boy looking for a Master’, but Wil saw so much more.

Fearful, yet cocky. Savage, yet sweet. Submissive, yet prideful. Untrained, yet intelligent.

Wil was intrigued.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Flashing a fake smile, the boy peeled away his shirt. The dusting of red-gold hair between toned pecs gave Wil a boner. He’d never been a big fan of the shaved look. So far, he liked everything he saw. Even watching the redhead pull his boots off was a turn-on. Wil shifted his stance to give his rapidly growing erection some breathing room.

The boy turned his back and shoved his jeans over slim hips. Wil shuddered, imagining that firm, tight, white ass covered with cum after a good hard fucking. The boy turned again, giving Wil a glimpse of the wild bush at his groin. Perfect. The lack of grooming told Wil the boy was probably new to the scene and not tied to anyone. God, what I could teach him… Wil’s gaze fixed on the redhead with a desperate fascination. He knew if he looked away, the boy would disappear like a mirage.

Happy Reading!

Gale Stanley

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Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Party Animal by Gale Stanley #gay #romance #MFRWsteam

 


Welcome to the February Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up these winter nights, you’re in the right place. 

The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write steamy stories.

Today I'm sharing a delicious teaser from my contemporary romance Party Animal. Enjoy! Then follow the links for more steamy excerpts.

PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

Excerpt

“You’ve drunk too much, Casey. Let me take you outside and I’ll get you a cab.”

“I’m not ready to leave.”

“Then come back to the table and have some coffee.”

“After this dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

“They’re playing a slow one. Just follow me.”

“And then you’ll come sit down?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

Lee sighed with resignation. He reached for the waistband of my jeans. For a second I thought he was going to touch me and my pulse raced. But he very chastely buttoned me up. I grinned at him. “You’re such a gentleman.”

He smiled and moved into my arms. We started to sway to the music. It felt good. Better than I imagined. Lee’s hard dick pressed against my thigh so I knew he wasn’t entirely unaffected by me. I put my hands on the small of his back and pulled him closer. He didn’t protest, so I took it further. I slipped a hand down his pants and under his briefs to squeeze his bare ass. Lee’s body tensed in my arms, but he didn’t say anything. I took that as acceptance and I kept massaging his cheek. Maybe he liked what he saw at the studio the other day.

Lee leaned his head against my shoulder and I whispered in his ear. “You lied to me. You’re a great dancer. ”He gasped when I traced the crease of his ass. My finger teased his hole, and then slid inside. “Stop,” he whispered. “Let’s go sit down.”

“The song isn’t over.” I nipped his earlobe, and licked the tender skin below his ear. I swear I heard him moan. Our bodies swayed as if we were one. He rubbed his groin against me and my head spun. I swear I felt butterfly wings flutter in my chest. If this went on any longer, I feared I might come in my pants. This had never happened to me before. I wanted to dance with him all night. But the music ended and Lee disentangled himself from my arms.

He was breathing a little heavier and he looked flushed. “Come on, Casey. You promised you’d sit down.” He attempted to pull me off the dance floor.

“One more dance.”

“Do you have a hard time keeping your promises?”

“No.” I had promised, but I would have followed him anyway. I wanted to fuck him and I was hoping he’d come home with me tonight. “I always keep my word.”

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Author Bio and Links

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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