Ghost’s head had slipped onto Steve’s knee, and he eased out from under it. There was a little dark spot on the knee of Steve’s jeans. Ghost’s spit. Ghost’s drunken sleeping spit. Steve rubbed it into the cloth, then absently put his finger in his mouth. A faint taste of whiskey and molasses… and what was he doing sucking someone else’s spit off his finger?
Those few lines made me sit up and pay attention. Steve’s love for Ghost slowly unfolds throughout the book. But Ghost has always loved Steve, and sometimes his melancholy breaks my heart.
He bent, and instead of finding Steve’s eyes, his mouth met Steve’s mouth in a clumsy kiss.
They both grew tense. Ghost thought, No, oh no, that wasn’t what I meant to do, and Steve’s hands came up to push Ghost away.
But somehow his hands were treacherous; instead of shoving Ghost away they slid over Ghost’s shoulders and locked behind his back. Steve was pulling him closer. He nudged Steve’s mouth open just a little at first, then wide, and their tongues met like two beating hearts.
Molasses, he heard from somewhere. You still taste like molasses.
“Mmmm?” said Ghost. “What?” Their mouths untangled briefly, then met again.
Lost Souls was the first book I’d read where two men’s love was handled delicately and sweetly. I was moved by their friendship and the care they took of each other. I decided then that I wanted to write my own love story, using this same feeling of compassion and fondness.
I’ve fallen in love with
But why did I make their romance an erotic? How else could I make love with two beautiful, hot men in the afternoon without my husband catching me? It was a challenge and joy to think of ways for my men to please each other. And of course I had to be there to guide them along!
And the research! My, my… I’ve read some deliciously hot books and talked to some pretty darn cute men to uncover the secrets of m/m erotic. It’s been great!