Today I am super excited to welcome Lou Harper to Joyfully Jay. Lou is here to talk to us about her new book Last Stop, which I reviewed here and TOTALLY LOVED! She has not only brought a copy of the book to give away, but also has a (very) juicy except that is exclusive to Joyfully Jay. Please help me give her a big welcome!
“Sex is only dirty if it’s done right.” (Woody Allen)
I’ve written m/m stories at many different heat levels. My free short, Tomfoolery has no sex on the page at all. On the other end of the spectrum, Last Stop is definitely my spiciest story to date. It wasn’t a conscious decision on my part—I simply saw the characters that way from the start. They say: write the book you’d like to read. So I wrote the kink I enjoy reading, and it turns out to be light BDSM—aka Sugar Kink.
Everyone likes different things. I have a weakness for growl-licious hairy men with a dominant streak and spunky twinks. The sample below is from early on the story, so it’s not all that kinky yet, but it gives a taste of the D/s nature of Sam and Jay’s fledgling relationship.
Jay wondered what he’d gotten himself into, and what kept him there. For a minute he had been truly scared, but even then there’d been pinprickles of thrill racing through his body. It was official—he was sick. He didn’t care. Sam was dangerous, strong and so very real. He imagined that people working with big cats must feel the same rush. A couple hundred pounds of muscle and power pressing him to the yellow tiles of the shower made Jay dizzy with desire. He didn’t protest as Sam slapped his hands on the wall above his head, and covered them with Sam’s own larger ones. Jay tilted his head, exposing his neck to Sam’s lips and teeth, but he also pushed his hips back, grinding his ass into Sam’s groin, demanding more. They were both slippery with soap. Sam squirted more shower gel on his hand and massaged it between Jay’s buttocks. He teased Jay’s hole, rested his thumb against it, but didn’t push in yet. Jay braced himself against the wall and moved to widen his stance, but Sam stopped him.
“No,” Sam said in that familiar commanding tone that made Jay’s balls tingle. “I want you to be able to walk. Close your legs.” He prodded Jay’s foot with his own for emphasis.
Sam’s cock slid between Jay’s slippery thighs. It started slow. Sam’s shaft rubbed against Jay’s hole and the soft skin of his perineum, the blunt head bumping Jay’s balls at every stroke. Sam’s hand on Jay’s cock mirrored the infuriatingly lazy movements of his hips. Jay wanted to urge him, to make him go faster, but Sam’s other arm held him firmly in place. Jay grunted in frustration.
“Patience, Tiger,” Sam said, squeezing Jay’s cock in reprimand.
The relentless, maddening stimulation of his cock and ass made Jay’s body hum. Sam’s solid weight pressed against his back in another sign of his possession over Jay. He wanted to come, and he wanted to stay there on the edge forever. Just as he felt himself about to tip over, Sam’s hand halted and pressed harder at the base of Jay’s cock. He groveled and whimpered in protest to no effect.
“You fucking bastard!” he snarled.
“If only you could see yourself, Tiger.” Sam’s voice sounded husky and smug as his murmured into Jay’s ear. “You’re hot as hell like this, my needy little slut.”
Jay had the sudden urge to do something to Sam, to pay him back for all the damn torture, but he forgot all about it as Sam’s movements gained momentum. Sam’s hand gripped Jay’s cock firmly, moving at a quicker pace now. Jay hurtled toward the edge again, only Sam’s arm, his possessive, controlling hold keeping him from going over. Then there was a tightening grasp and a murmured “now”—given permission, Jay tumbled and fell, arching into the shuddering, jerking body of Sam.
Jay’s thighs still trembled as Sam manipulated him under the spray of water, rinsing the soap and jizz off his skin.
“That was… Fuck, where did you learn to do it like that?” Jay asked.
“Don’t tell me nobody’s ever fucked you this way before.”
“Nobody’s ever fucked me quite like you before,” Jay admitted in a moment of post-coital weakness.
Sam gazed back at him silently, his expression free of smugness. Breaking his gaze, Sam stepped out of the shower, dripping water all over the bath mat.
“Get dry and get dressed,” he called back. “We’re going to town.”
Sam Mayne’s life is as dull as the dishwater in his small-town Montana diner, and that’s just how he wants it. Quiet, uneventful, safe from his shadowy past. The breezy young drifter who answers his help-wanted ad makes him uneasy in ways he dare not examine too closely. Except he can’t help but be pulled in by Jay Colby’s spunky attitude, endless stories, and undeniable sex appeal.
Fresh off yet another romantic disaster, Jay doesn’t understand his attraction to the taciturn line cook, but there’s no fighting the chemistry that lands them in bed together. Where Sam’s subtly dominant streak takes command, and Jay delights in discovering the pleasures of his submissive side.
Safe in the assumption their relationship is temporary, neither lover holds back when the heat is on. Until Sam’s deadly past catches up with them with a vengeance, forcing him to drop the life he’s built, pick up his lover, and run. As danger cuts closer to the bone, Sam and Jay are forced to face the truth. About themselves, about the depth of their love—and the newly forged bonds that are about to be tested to the limit.
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About the Author
Under a prickly, cynical surface Lou Harper is an incorrigible romantic. Her love affair with the written word started at a tender age. There was never a time when stories weren’t romping around in her head. She is currently embroiled in a ruinous romance with adjectives. In her free time Lou stalks deviant words and feral narratives.
Lou’s favorite animal is the hedgehog. She likes nature, books, movies, photography, and good food. She has a temper and mood swings.
Lou has misspent most of her life in parts of Europe and the US, but is now firmly settled in Los Angeles and worships the sun. However, she thinks the ocean smells funny. Lou is a loner, a misfit, and a happy drunk.
You can find Lou at louharper.com.
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