A warm Love Bytes welcome to author Ethan Stone stopping by our blog today to talk about his new release Blood & Tears. Ethan shares his favorite scene from the book with us and he also brought a giveaway for our readers!
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The second edition of Blood & Tears was released August 11 from DSP Publications with a shiny new cover as well as being re-written from third person POV to first. Even if you’ve read it before, I urge you to read it again.

This excerpt is my favorite scene in this book and is also the scene most often commented on in reviews. It came about because I wanted to write a sexy scene with the board game Scrabble. Did it turn out well? You be the judge.

Drew cleared the kitchen table, grabbed the board, and set it up. We drew tiles to see who would go first. Drew got a B, and I got an N. Drew went first. He spelled the word BUNCH with the C on the center star of the board.

“That’s twelve points. With the double word score, I got twenty-four points.”

I used the C from BUNCH and spelled the word FELCH.

“That’s not a word.”

“Sure it is.” I smirked.

“What does it mean?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“It’s when one guy fucks a dude without a condom, comes in his ass, then licks the jizz out of his hole.”

He grimaced. “That’s nasty.”

“Some guys like it.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“That’s a bit personal, ain’t it, Agent Bradley?”

He shrugged. “I was curious. You don’t have to answer.”

“I always play safe, so no, I’ve never felched.”

“Good,” Drew said. “You got thirteen points.” Using the B from BUNCH, he spelled the word BARE. “Six points plus the double is twelve. Thirty-six total.”

I added to the word Drew just spelled to make a new word—BAREBACK.

“I never go bareback.” I winked at him

“Do you always think about sex?”

Shaking my head, I responded, “There are a few minutes during the day when I don’t.”

He rolled his eyes. “How many points did you get?”

“Thirteen.”

Drew spelled the word CAPE, using the C in BAREBACK. On my turn I added four letters to CAPE to make MANSCAPE.

“I know what that is,” Drew said. “I can’t believe guys shave their balls.”

“Hell yeah.” I did my best impersonation of Dr. Evil from the movie Austin Powers. “There is really nothing like a shorn scrotum…. It’s breathtaking. I suggest you try it.”

Drew laughed. “That shit is crazy.”

“You’ve never shaved your nuts?”

“I don’t see the purpose.”

“Fuck, man, it makes your balls so freaking sensitive.”

“Really?”

“Totally. Want me to shave your balls? I’d do it for you.”

Drew blushed. “It’s my turn.” Using the F from FELCH, he made FIST.

“See?” He looked at me. “It’s not hard to use a word that doesn’t involve sex.”

I burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

“You’ve never heard of fisting?”

His face turned a shade of purple I didn’t know existed.

“I just don’t see how a fist up your rectum could be… pleasurable. I mean, a penis is one thing, but a fist?”

“You think having a cock up your ass would be pleasurable? You’ve thought about it, haven’t you, Bradley?”

He glared at me. “That’s not what I meant.” He almost said something else but paused. “It’s your turn,” he said instead and turned toward the Scrabble board.

Using the second B in BAREBACK, I made the word BOTTOM.

“That’s a word that doesn’t have a sexual connotation,” Drew said. “Right?”

I laughed. “Actually a bottom is a guy who likes to get fucked. Also called a catcher.”

“Christ,” Drew murmured and took his turn. Using the R in BAREBACK, he made the word SWEAR.

Taking my turn, I used the T in FIST to spell the word TAINT.

“Should I even ask?” Drew stated.

“The taint is that spot between your balls and your asshole. They also call it the sweet spot.”

“Why do they call it that?”

“You ever had anyone lick you there?” I asked.

Drew shook his head.

“Damn, you’ve missed out on so much. Having your taint licked is awesome. Almost as good as a blowjob.”

Drew looked at his options on the board. He used the M in BOTTOM to make the word RIM.

“I know that’s a sex term,” Drew said before I could ask.

I stared at him through half-closed eyelids. “Really?”

“Anilingus.”

“Huh?”

“It means to lick a guy’s ass.”

“How do you know what rimming means?”

“Your friend Cristian explained it to me when we interviewed Casey.”

I nodded and took my turn. Using the first T in TAINT, I spelled the word FROT.

“That cannot be a real word!”

“Yeah, it is. A lot of guys do it instead of actual fucking. They rub their dicks together until they come.”

“Like dry humping?”

“Yeah.”

“Chloe did that a lot.”

“She let you dry hump her?”

“Yeah, when she didn’t feel like having sex and I did, she would lie down on the bed and I would rub off on her until I came.”

“And you never accidentally let your dick slide into her pussy?”

“Well, she wasn’t naked when we did that. She would have on underwear or have a sheet pulled over her.”

“Shit,” I said. “She sounds kind of frigid. Did you guys ever actually fuck?”

“She was not frigid. We made love quite often,” Drew snapped.

“Made love? Did you ever fuck like rabbits?”

“She didn’t like it rough.”

“Do you?”

“How do we keep coming around to my sex life?” Drew asked. “I’m not really comfortable with this type of conversation.”

I put my hands up in the universal sign of surrender. “My bad.”

Using the R off RIM, Drew spelled the word REAM, using a blank for the M.

I chuckled. “Chloe never let you just ream the shit out of her, huh?”

“Take your turn,” Drew snapped.

The words BOTTOM and MANSCAPE were parallel, with the first T directly on top of the P. I put an O in between them. “Top,” I said. “The opposite of a bottom. A guy who only does the fucking. Also called a pitcher.”

“I don’t see why there has to be such a distinction,” Drew said.

“Well, it helps in the bedroom. Two bottoms in bed are gonna be a mess—same with two tops. That’s why I’m versatile. I do both.”

“That’s more information than I needed.” Drew blushed again.

“You’re picturing something.” I smirked. “You imagining me getting fucked?”

“Hell no,” he replied a little too quickly.

“Of course you are. Who’s with me in your head, Agent Bradley? Is it you? Are you fucking me?”

“Stop,” Drew ordered. He looked at the board. Using the M in REAM, he made the word MALE.

“You really are thinking about men, aren’t you?”

Drew ignored me, so I took my turn. Using the S in SWEAR, I made the word SLUTS. “I love sluts. I should, ’cuz I am one. I’ll let just about anybody fuck me.”

Using the first S from SLUTS, Drew spelled the word SNOW.

“That’s almost a sex term,” I pointed out. “Snowballing is when a guy has come in his mouth and swaps it with another guy by kissing him.”

Again Drew ignored me. I made BLOW using the word SNOW. “Damn, I could use a blowjob. I bet you could too. Since Chloe never gave you one.”

Drew bit the inside of his cheek but said nothing. Using the S in FIST, he spelled SEX.

“Who’s got fucking on their mind now?” I laughed. Using the B in BLOW, I spelled BANG. “Chloe never let you bang the shit out of her, huh?”

He clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, then spelled the word QUEER using the E in MALE.

“Do you want to be queer with…?” I made ME using the M in MANSCAPE. “With me?” I completed my sentence. “Huh, Agent Bradley? You want be queer with me?”

Drew took his turn, spelling the word DEEP.

“Yeah, stud.” I leered. “You can go deep in me!”

“Enough!” Drew yelled as he stood. He knocked the board off the table, making the tiles fly across the kitchen. I pushed my chair back and looked wide-eyed at Drew.

“Enough!” he bellowed again. “I have fucking had enough. Enough of you and your goddamn joking. You like to push my buttons, Vargas. Well, guess the fuck what? You pushed them. You pushed them all. Fuck this shit!”

He stormed from the room, and I followed.

“Drew,” I called after him. “Wait. Drew, I’m sorry.” I grabbed his arm, but he shook it off.

“You really need to leave me alone for a while, Gabe.” He glared at me with red eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, and right now I am not in total control of myself.”

I stepped back and put my hands up. His face was red and his chin trembled. He shook his head slightly and opened his mouth like he was going to say something but didn’t. He spun and stomped to his bedroom, then slammed the door behind him.

I went back to the kitchen and picked up the Scrabble tiles. “Damn, Vargas, you can be such an idiot sometimes.”

 

Blurb:

2nd Edition

The last thing Gabe Vargas wants to do after nearly dying is to leave his young son. But that’s exactly what FBI Agent Drew Bradley is asking him to do. According to Drew, the only way to protect Gabe and find his wife’s killer is to fake Gabe’s death.

With an already established adversarial relationship, protecting a hothead like Gabe isn’t exactly a picnic for Drew either. But Drew lets his guard down and a desire for Gabe leaves him confused. Before the crime can be solved, Drew will have to risk more than his life. He’ll also have to risk his heart.

1st Edition published by Dreamspinner Press, July 2011.

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Ethan Stone is an out and proud gay man. Which is fairly new in his life, the out part, not the gay part. He’s been queer his whole life, though he tried to deny it for years with a wonderful woman. The years in denial weren’t all bad, he has two amazing kids out of it. His son is a teenager and his daughter has made him a grandfather, three times over. A way too young grandfather.

Ethan has returned to Oregon after almost a decade in Nevada. He no longer has a day job and is doing his best to make a living at this writing thing. If he can’t make a living, he at least wants to support his Mt. Dew and beef jerky addictions.

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