For A Reason by Jessie G.

Publisher:  Jessie G Books (October 1, 2014)

Pages: 304 pages

Genre: MM, Erotica, Romance

Blurb:

Former Marine and full time big brother, Bull Connor, spends his days helping those in need of a second chance and his nights fighting the inner demons that won’t let go. During a routine

tow he comes face to face with the only person who refuses to need him and the one man he

wishes would.

 

As a throw away, Ian Jones is used to being alternately overlooked or ridiculed but hasn’t given up on the idea that with just one chance he could turn it all around. Rescued by the one man who neither overlooks nor ridicules him, he longs to be more than a man in need, but can he be the man Bull loves?

 

Ian isn’t pining for the family he’s never known but when they descend, unwanted and uninvited, Bull must prove that he’s the man who will protect Ian’s long neglected heart by sharing the demons that torment his wounded soul.

 

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A couple of weeks ago I was going through my list of new followers on Twitter and nearly had a heart attack. Someone I know, like IRL know, followed my author account. Someone who doesn’t know I am that author. Someone I didn’t know liked to read the type of books that I write. Then they started liking and commenting on some of my posts. Posts with naked men doing sexy things. Yeah, this someone was a guy, one I’ve seen with women and has never ever suggested he likes men. Awkward!

It got me thinking about who among my family and friends I could trust my alter ego with. It’s a small list to be sure, as most haven’t been very supportive of my writing endeavors to begin with. My best friend knows and even though it’s not a genre she enjoys, she’s open enough to recommend me to people she knows would enjoy my work. When she likes something I post on social media, especially something a little (or a lot) risque, I admit to getting a bit freaked out. I don’t know why, but there is it.

My husband and sons know, but they have to love and accept me because I do all the cooking and cleaning. That and my husband’s hoping I’ll become so popular that he’ll be able to retire and spend the rest of his life riding his Harley. We all must have goals, after all. Some of my oldest sons friends know, one even thinks he inspired me. Awkward, again. Beyond that, it’s my own secret life.

This made me think about living in the closet. Much like my friend on Twitter, I’m in the closet. Hiding my writing, which I’m tremendously proud of, because others have made me feel a certain stigma in regards to my genre. Which got me thinking about support systems. Without the small support system I do have, I’m not sure I would have put that first book out there. Without their continued support I don’t know if I would have continued. Having people who are supportive of you without judgement, who are willing to cheer you on even if it’s not ‘their thing’, who want nothing more than to see you happy, is priceless.

I know I’m lucky, but I fear my friend on Twitter, like so many others hiding their secret lives, are not so fortunate. As writers, readers and human beings, if we do not support each others endeavors, how can we ever expect others to be supportive of ours?

Admittedly, when I sat down to write this post, I had no idea what I was going to say. It’s taken a bit of a darker tone and for that I apologize. The message, however, remains. Be someone’s support system, you may never know what a precious gift you’re giving.

 

 

 

Ian hung his head, his breathing erratic as Bull softly stroked his back and legs, just letting his

fingertips graze the sensitive flesh. “A good lover knows every inch of his partner’s body inside and out. He should take the time to arouse them slowly, to find every trigger point and ensure that the experience only brings pleasure.”

 

Parting those cheeks, he didn’t do anything more than look for a full minute, waiting to feel Ian

squirm uncomfortably. “A real man would start with a kiss.” He leaned in and circled the  exposed hole with his tongue, lapping and probing until Ian’s long legs trembled. “Arousing and soothing the flesh of his lover, hoping they will be receptive to their partner’s touch.”

 

After slicking his fingers with lube, Bull circled the tight bundle of nerves and nudged one finger inside as he felt Ian yield to his penetration. Sinking deeper, it was all he could do not to groan when Ian did. “Touch is tremendously important between lovers, it creates a connection that speaks of want without words. My want speaking to yours.”

 

Gently he eased another finger in, encouraged by the strangled whimpers filling the room.  Slowly, he pulled out almost all the way before sliding home again until Ian couldn’t contain his cries of pleasure. “Being attuned to the sounds his lover makes, the partner learns what brings the most pleasure and takes that knowledge to heart. His lover’s pleasure becomes more important than his own and he lives to hear every whimper, every moan, and every harsh breath until it’s a symphony in his head. He wants to hear it every night, encourage it with every kiss and caress until it is an addiction that must be fed.”

 

As he continued to finger fuck Ian, deliberately stroking the sensitive gland with every pass, he was pleased to see a drop of precum bead on the head of Ian’s cock. “The sounds you make are music to my ears. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing them.”

 

 

Before I am a writer, I am a voracious reader who panics when there are less than fifty books on her wish list. That wasn’t always the case and shamefully I must admit there was a time early in life that I hated to read. After throwing every possible age appropriate book my way a relative snuck me my first romance and I have been hooked ever since.

 

My love of reading morphed into a desire to write and I still have old notebooks and floppy disks full of ideas and partially written plots. While earning my computer degree, and starting on my career and family, I didn’t write a single word. It wasn’t until I was buying school supplies for my oldest son that the itch came back. Oddly, I can sniff out the stationary aisle in any store and have been known to skip an item on the grocery list in favor of a shiny new notebook.

 

With the advent of social media I filled up my feeds with my favorite authors hoping to glean some words of wisdom as I pounded out half formed ideas with alarming regularity. Two

repetitive themes emerged: To be a great writer you must read a lot and your butt must be in the chair every day like it’s a job. Even if you write dribble, you’re writing. The more you write, the easier it will be to write and the better you will get at writing.

 

Every day I took the time to write dribble, every day I told myself I was a writer, and on January 28, 2014 I woke up in the middle of the night with Past Hurts pounding in my head. Within two months, I also had the foundation for Books 2 and 3 and the Sizzling Miami Series was born.

 

When I’m not reading or writing, I own a successful web design business. My husband and I live in Central Florida and we’re enjoying life as parents of adults. Whenever possible we hit the road on the motorcycle and dare anyone to find us.

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