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J. lives close to the Northern Sea. She likes books, baked goods, plants, art and tentacled things. She's been writing mostly queer fiction for years (a lot of it is free on the internet under various pen-names) but only recently started publishing her original stories.
She likes to give away review copies of her books like candy, so don’t be shy to ask for one.
Like Neil Gaiman she has no social media, but you can follower her on bookbub.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Once he fought his way through the paparazzi, he opened the door and stared for a moment. The house was beautiful. It was an older home, one of the few left in this neighborhood, and it had been decorated tastefully. It had that European old-world charm. Kai was sure that the chair in the entry hall, where Nigel threw his jacket casually over it, cost more than Kai’s car had. His bedroom had dark green walls and a metal frame bed and the softest, best mattress he had ever had the pleasure of sleeping on.
“You’re letting the bugs in,” Nigel said from the archway to the living room. He seemed amused and Kai wondered how long he had been standing there, watching Kai being a total creep.
He closed the door as he felt his face heat. “Sorry. I just…”
“You were staring at the chair. Or my jacket? Is there a fetish you want to share? Want to roll around on it naked?”
He was clearly teasing, but Kai’s dick kind of didn’t get that memo. “Is that an option? I mean, I’ll ruin it if I do that.”
Nigel’s eyes flashed with something, and he was in Kai’s personal space a moment later. His eyes were so fucking blue, like the ocean, deep and dangerous. But at that moment, he didn’t care if he drowned. Nigel was so close Kai could smell him. Expensive aftershave with notes of citrus and something that reminded him of lakes in winter. He had to look up, because Nigel was taller, but that had always been a turn on for him. His mind flashed to their last encounter and to the kiss this morning, and his dick perked up.
“Could it be that you have a bit of an exhibitionist streak?” Nigel asked.
“Why? I said nothing about anyone watching me roll around on your jacket.” Kai’s voice sounded foreign to his own ears. What was it about Nigel Holmen that made him so… well, wanton? And bold.
“But you were imaging someone watching you do it.” Nigel’s lips were so fucking close, Kai was sure he was going to die if Nigel didn’t kiss him soon.
“Would that someone be you?” He asked. “Do you have a voyeuristic streak?”
“I didn’t think so before, but the idea of you getting off while rolling around on my jacket has a certain appeal.”
Fuck it. Kai grabbed Nigel by the shirt. Nigel’s lips were soft but firm upon his and Kai only fought him for dominance for a second before he surrendered. He was pushed against the nearest wall. The wood paneling was cool against his bare arms. His knee was pressing just right against Kai’s cock. He moaned his approval into Nigel’s hot mouth. This kiss was different from the one this morning in Nigel’s car. Kai grabbed Nigel’s shirt in handfuls and pulled him even closer, so he could feel him everywhere while he was riding Nigel’s thigh. He slipped one hand down and under Nigel’s shirt to get to the pale warm skin of his back. Nigel bit his lip gently, and Kai’s cock jerked in his pants. He tore his mouth away, panting against Nigel’s neck. One of Nigel’s hands was down Kai’s pants and kneading his ass. He wanted to be naked, at least from the waist down.
“Hmm, precious boy.” He tapped his finger over Kai’s hole. His whole body heated. “Whatever will I do with you?”