Today I am so pleased to welcome Maris Black to Joyfully Jay. Maris has come to share an exclusive excerpt from her latest release, KAGE. She has also brought along two great giveaways. Please join me in giving Maris a big welcome!
I pulled the laptop from in front of him, took a look at the sign-up page, and felt like the biggest asshole in the world when I dropped my jaw and acted like it was the first time I was seeing it. “What the hell is that? Guess it was one of those pop-ups. See, that’s why I hate free porn sites. They inundate me with pop-ups for things I’m not even remotely interested in.”
“Yeah?” Kage asked with a drunken smirk. “Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know… like what you saw.” I couldn’t even say the word gay in his presence. “And like underage girls and BDSM and stuff.”
“So no handcuffs for Jamie. What do you like?” He seemed suddenly far too sober. I was about ready for him to pass out.
“Um, I like…” I faltered, unable to come up with a single thing that I liked.
Kage laughed. “That much stuff, huh? You’re a wild man.”
I huffed. “Well, what do you like, since you think I should be so forthcoming?”
“Forthcoming,” he repeated with a laugh. “You crack me up, college boy. Okay, if you must know, I like dark hair.” He smiled and closed his eyes, laid back on the bed, looking like he was conjuring an image in his imagination. “Big brown eyes that melt your soul every time you look into them.”
I swallowed and suddenly had a little trouble breathing.
“Athletic body, long legs wrapped around my waist,” he continued in his slurry voice. “Smart, funny, sexy… glasses. Where are your glasses?”
I cleared my throat. “I thought we were talking about porn.”
“Oh yeah, porn.” He smiled again without opening his eyes. “I imagine we probably like about the same things in that area. Pretty close, anyway.” His voice trailed off, and he got quiet.
I didn’t dare prompt him for any more conversation at that point, because I got the feeling he was trying to turn the focus back onto me. Best to avoid that at all costs. Instead, I removed the laptop from the bed and worked the covers down. Kage helped me a little by scooting around as needed.
“You want to get rid of those shorts and socks?” I asked— innocently, of course.
“Yeah, but I need your help.” He peeked at me out of one eye before closing it again.
My name is Jamie Atwood, and I’m an addict. I never thought I’d say such a thing. Never had a problem being overly-attached to anything in my life. I came from a perfectly middle-class family, made good grades, and had a hot cheerleader girlfriend. But the truth is, nothing ever really moved me. So how did a guy like me become an addict?
I met Michael Kage.
Kage is an MMA fighter. A famous one. I like to think I helped him get that way.
He’s charming as hell, with looks to rival any movie star and talent to back it up. So why did he need to hire me as an intern Publicist? Simple. He has a darkness in him– like a black hole so deep it could swallow him, and me, and everyone we know– and that’s not good for business.
The first time I met him, I felt the pull. I think the addiction began at that very moment. And even if I’d known then what I know now, I would have fallen for him. How could I not?
For me, Kage is everything.
My name is Maris Black (sort of), and I’m a Southern Girl through and through.
In college, I majored in English and discovered the joys of creative writing and literary interpretation. After honing my skills discovering hidden meanings authors probably never intended, I collected my near-worthless English degree and got a job at a newspaper making minimum wage. But I soon had to admit that small town reporting was not going to pay the bills, so I went back to school and joined the medical field. Logical progression, right? But no matter what I did, my school notebooks and journals would not stop filling up with fiction. I was constantly plotting, constantly jotting prose, constantly casting the people I met as characters in the secret novels in my head.
Yep. I can blame my creative mother for that one!
When I finally started writing fiction for a living, I surprised myself with my choice of genre. I’d always known I wanted to write romance, but the first story that popped out was about a couple of guys finding love during a threesome with a woman. Then I wrote about more guys, and more guys, and more guys. I was never a reader of gay fiction, and I’d never planned to write it. The only excuse I have for myself is: Hey, it’s just what comes out!
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