Welcome to my blog, and to another crop of WIP It Up Wednesday snippets. This is the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress, and we are blessed with a new co-author to help keep this fun blog hop hopping. Welcome Meredith O’Reilly – we all appreciate your help.
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Fans of MM might remember the Brit Boys : On Boys anthology from last year, a collection of sizzling short stories from British erotic authors, all featuring seriously hot men. Well a year on, and the Brit Boys are back, this time with a few kinky toys to raise the heat level that bit more. No definite release date yet, but it will be out around Christmas time.
My story in the collection is called Hard Riders, and here’s a little taster from it.
“Fuck me, what a beauty!” Liam paused, did a double take, let out a long, low whistle.
“Whoa, look out, knobhead!”
The snarl of rubber on the gravel behind him brought Liam whirling around. The motorcyclist wrestling to keep his monstrous machine upright, not two inches from Liam’s heels, gave the impression of being about ready to tear his head off. Liam couldn’t clearly discern the man’s features under the black helmet and full-face visor, but he got the general drift. He’d narrowly escaped being impaled on the front forks, and the rider did not appreciate the close encounter.
“Sorry, sorry, mate.” Liam waved a conciliatory arm at the furious motorcyclist and scuttled around the front wheel to regain the relative safety of the pavement. The other man was still growling at him as Liam backed away, muttering more apologies and finding no grounds to take issue with his adversary’s assessment that he was indeed the biggest dickhead in the hemisphere. Bar none.
The irate biker disappeared along the road toward the ancient Devil’s Bridge, his 320cc Yamaha twin-cylinder engine joining in the chorus of disgust. Liam took a few suitably contrite moments to watch the receding dust, then returned his attention to the object of his adoration. A Ducati Panigale R, in a stunning shade of pillarbox red. A glorious machine, and worth every penny of the thirty or so grand some fortunate biker had paid for the privilege of serving this miracle of engineering. It was all Liam could do not to kneel and worship at its front tyre.
His near-death experience with the Yamaha paled into distant memory as he approached the super bike gracing the assembly of two-wheeled sexiness gathered at the end of the bridge. Oblivious to the rest of the machines on display, he circled the Ducati, taking in the details. Gleaming bodywork, ultra-light suspension: a bike built for the track rather than the road, it was one delicious shot of racing adrenaline and Liam shuddered with unadulterated lust.. Christ, the joy of owning a machine like this.
His own Honda touring bike was none too shabby, a sleek road-eating monster, and his pride and joy. But this, this gorgeous machine was sex on wheels, an orgasm waiting to happen. There was a serious possibility he might shoot his load right here and now, just looking at it.
He tucked his helmet under his arm and crouched to inspect the shimmering, finely tuned engine, the aluminium chassis, the titanium and stainless steel exhaust. He was probably drooling but didn’t care. He couldn’t recall ever seeing anything quite so perfect in his entire life.
“You all right there, mate?”
The soft, low voice behind him caused Liam to swivel on his heels and almost overbalance. He righted himself, then peered up at a pair of knees. He raised his gaze further to take in the muscular thighs, and followed the line up over a similarly impressive chest, the whole sublime vision displayed to perfection in supple black leather. His perusal finally stopped at the face.
He was wrong. The Ducati was a work of art, certainly, but real and absolute beauty stood before him. And it was smiling.
From the back cover…
If there’s one thing Liam loves more than a scorching hot lust-on-wheels superbike, it’s the gorgeous sexy guy who owns such a dream machine. When Jackson finds him all but drooling over his tyres and offers him a ride Liam takes no persuading at all. Soon they discover that their mutual fascination with boys’ toys is not limited to the two-wheeled variety, so it’s just as well that Jackson owns his own sex shop and Liam’s job leaves plenty of scope for dressing up.
But real life is much more than just a few kinky games, and has an unfortunate habit of getting in the way.