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When I quit my job to stay home with my daughter, I started reading romances. The day I discovered erotic romance was a real eye opener for me. I picked up a copy of Irish Devil by Diane Whiteside and nearly fell over because I knew it was the kind of book I’d been searching for. The love was there, the relationship built beautifully and the characters didn’t slam the door in my face when they entered the bedroom. I devoured as many erotic romances as I could get my hands on for the next several years. My attention then swung to ménage stories.
I loved the stories of two men pleasuring a woman, but there seemed to be something missing for me. Maybe it’s my small town upbringing, but I like love with my sex, and I couldn’t figure out why three people would go to bed together if they didn’t all love each other. In the books I could get my hands on at the time, the two men in the story never really touched. They didn’t love each other. They were there simply to please the woman. I desperately wanted those two men to fall in love and pleasure each other as much as they pleasured their woman. I searched for months looking for a book like that, and when I couldn’t find one, I decided to sit down and write one myself.
I had no illusions of getting published. I simply wanted to give the two men in my fantasies a happily-ever-after that included a relationship between all three of them. It was while writing the story that I realized how much the relationship between the two men fascinated me. Finally, I could explore a love relationship that didn’t make me feel as if I was missing out on something. When I read male/female romances, I used to wonder why I didn’t have that kind of love connection with my husband. I’d finish a book and feel inadequate. However, when writing or reading about two men who fall in love, I can enjoy the love without putting myself into the scenario.
Well, I did it! I still have no idea how I did it, but the story that I wrote was accepted and published. When I look back on it, I wonder how in the world I was so lucky. The story, Branded by Gold broke all the grammar rules, but remains my best-selling book to date. Even though I’ve come a long way in my writing skills, I still hold that first book close to my heart. Since then, I’ve published over one-hundred and fifty books, and I don’t plan to stop until my fingers are worn to nubs. Oh, and the marriage? Yeah, turns out it wasn’t the books that made me feel inadequate, so now I’m a single mother of two fantastic daughters. I’ve even opened a small publishing house, Stiff Rain Press, with a few other partners, and I take great pride in being a founder and volunteer of the annual GayRomLit Retreat.
Carol Lynne Bio
Growing up in a small Kansas town, I was fairly isolated from outside influences. It was through books and magazines that this country girl learned how to give a great blowjob—a skill that would later come in handy. Nope, I didn’t become the favorite in a sheik’s harem. Instead, I became an erotic romance writer. With over one-hundred and fifty books under my skirt, I’d say I’ve used my skills wisely.
Journey to Lobster Cove
Blurb for Journey to Lobster Cove:
This is book thirty two in the Cattle Valley series, see the full series listing here.
Spreading acceptance one town at a time.
When the town of Cattle Valley runs out of room for new construction, Asa Montgomery begins to look into alternative locations. He discovers a picturesque fishing village in Maine for sale and begins to make plans to purchase Lobster Cove. Unfortunately, setting up a new community takes him away from his partner, Mario, who isn’t pleased about being left behind.
Meanwhile, after years of dancing around their mutual attraction, Cullen Bryant decides the time has come to lay his feelings for Joseph Allenbrand on the line. Unfortunately, his plan is cut short when Joseph sends him away with no other explanation than he should move on.
Joseph knows sending Cullen away is the kindest thing to do for the younger man, but when he hears Cullen truly may be moving on, he realizes it’s time to reevaluate his life. Will he work out his issues in time to save what he’s spent years denying?
Excerpt from Journey to Lobster Cove:
“I’m home,” Asa announced as he shut the door.
“In the kitchen,” Mario called.
Asa dropped his suitcase before making his way to the man he loved. The strong odor of taco seasoning filled the air as he entered the kitchen. “Smells good.”
“We missed Taco Tuesday because of your meeting at work, so I thought I’d make it up to you.” Mario turned away from the stove and pulled Asa into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he said before drawing Asa into a deep kiss.
Asa groaned and pressed his body against Mario’s hard, muscular physique. They had a lot to talk about, but he couldn’t think of anything other than the feel of the man in his arms. “I need you,” he whispered.
Mario reached between them and started to unbutton Asa’s dress shirt. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He turned off the stove. “The best thing about tacos is they’re just as good warmed up.” He grabbed Asa’s hand and led him out of the kitchen.
By the time they reached the stairs, Asa had his shirt off and was struggling with his shoes and socks. “Need you,” he growled when he looked up in time to see Mario push his sweats down. Asa automatically leaned forward and captured the head of Mario’s erection between his lips.
“Fuck, babe.” Mario buried his fingers in Asa’s hair. “Missed your mouth.”
Asa nodded, taking more of Mario’s length down his throat. Nothing was worth risking the love he felt for his partner, not Cattle Valley, not Lobster Cove, certainly not business. He released Mario’s cock and stared up. “I won’t do it,” he whispered. “It’s not worth it.”
Mario sat on the step, putting them eyelevel. “You won’t do what?”
“Lobster Cove.” Asa moved to kneel between Mario’s thighs. “I won’t risk what we have.” As much as he loved the quaint town, nothing was more important than his relationship.
“Oh, baby.” Mario cupped Asa’s face. “We had a fight. It was just a stupid fucking argument, but we’ve had them before.” He stood and held out his hand. “We’re a team, and it’ll take a hell of a lot more than Lobster Cove to break us.”
Asa closed his eyes, the fear he’d allowed to consume him over the last two days fell away. He got to his feet, chuckling when his knees popped and protested the action. “Make love to this old man, will ya?”
“Absolutely.” Mario turned and continued up the stairs. “Promise me something?”
“Anything.” Asa couldn’t take his gaze off Mario’s tight ass as they reached the second floor.
“If we’re going to be spending half our time in Lobster Cove, you let me buy a house for us.”
Asa stopped beside the bed. “Wait. What? You’ll go to Maine with me?”
“Every chance I get,” Mario conceded. “I’ll need to talk to Rio about a revised schedule at The Gym, but I should be able to travel back and forth with you as much as possible.” He opened the drawer and retrieved the lube. “I can be a stubborn asshole at times. After you left, I realized I should’ve gone with you.”
Asa threw back the covers before sliding between the sheets. His initial reaction was to argue about the purchase of a home in Lobster Cove. It didn’t make sense for Mario to spend his savings on something that wouldn’t put a dent in Asa’s bank account, but he knew it was Mario’s sense of pride that had prompted the request. “How about this, I’ll buy enough land to build a home and a landing strip, and you can design and pay for the house.”
After tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed, Mario insinuated himself between Asa’s spread thighs. “Buy land for your plane if you want, but I’d rather get something in town.” He leaned down and gave Asa a quick kiss. “I miss having neighbors.”
The feel of Mario’s naked body on top of him went a long way to convince Asa he could handle nosy neighbors if it meant he could shut them out and be alone with the man he loved. He buried his face against Mario’s thick black hair and inhaled—coconut. The smell of Mario’s shampoo always reminded him of the week they’d spent in Hawaii. “Do we have to be friendly to them?”
Mario nipped Asa’s chin before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the friendly one. You can be the town curmudgeon.”
“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” Asa applied pressure to Mario’s shoulders, silently asking for what he needed.
“Love you,” Mario whispered, inching his way down Asa’s body.
Asa moaned at the bite of pain when Mario’s teeth clamped down on his nipple. It had been Mario who’d taught him that making love didn’t always have to be sweet and slow.
Mario reached over and grabbed the lube. “Need in you, babe. Need to remind you that you’re mine.”
“Always.” Asa felt a cold, slick finger circle his puckered hole and closed his eyes. “Not going anywhere. It took me forty-seven years to find you.”
Mario pushed a finger inside Asa. “I’m the one who found you.”
“Liar.” Asa bit his lip. God he loved the way Mario touched him. It was like every move he made was meant to please. “I took one look at you that day at the gym and wanted you.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t do shit about it. I’m the one who had to wear you down,” Mario shot back.
“Don’t even start.” Asa grinned. It was an ongoing argument—one neither would concede to being wrong about. Mario added another finger and it no longer mattered who made the first play because Asa had everything he’d ever needed. He stared down at the man who had quickly become his entire world. Even if the sex between them hadn’t been so damn explosive, he would still love Mario. Other than the ongoing disagreements about work, the two of them fit so perfectly together. “Want to feel your mouth on me.”
Mario licked his way up Asa’s length to capture the tip.
“Oh, fuck,” Asa moaned. He was moments away from coming as Mario’s skilled tongue and fingers pleasured his body to perfection. As much as he hated to stop his partner, he wasn’t a young man and it would take a while to get hard again if he lost his grip on his control. “In me,” he croaked.
Mario gave the crown of Asa’s cock one last swipe before sitting up. “Turn over.”
Asa groaned, knowing exactly what the tone in Mario’s voice meant. He rolled to his stomach before bracing himself on his hands and knees. The sharp slap to his ass confirmed his previous thought. Although the sting to his flesh was delicious, as usual, he wasn’t sure he had the energy to play the game after his long day. He glanced over his shoulder and met Mario’s smoldering gaze. “Not too many of those. I’ve been sitting on a fucking plane for hours.”
One corner of Mario’s mouth quirked up in a wicked grin as he soothed his palm over the reddened mark he’d imprinted on Asa’s butt. “Okay, I’ll go easy on your ass.” He leaned over and bit Asa’s shoulder blade.
Asa winced as Mario’s teeth sank into his flesh hard enough to leave a damn good dental impression. He was thankful Mario marked him in places only the two of them could see because going into a business meeting with welts or hickeys wouldn’t work. “Do I taste good?”
“The best.” Mario pressed the head of his cock against Asa’s hole and rocked his way inside. Still draped over Asa’s back he hummed and laved his handiwork. “You’re the only man I’ll ever put my mark on.”
Asa melted at the words because he knew it was Mario-speak for a life of togetherness no matter what. “I love you, too.”
The Brick Yard
Blurb for The Brick Yard:
For Lucky Gunn, the hardest fight of his life happens outside the cage.
On the south side of Chicago sits an old gym called The Brick Yard.
Ten years ago, on a bitterly cold day, Lucky Gunn wandered into The Brick Yard dressed in a threadbare jacket, looking for refuge. He hadn’t expected the owner, Tony Brick, to welcome him with a job and a place to sleep when Lucky’s abusive and drug addicted mother made it too dangerous to return home.
Dray was a gay man living in a world of straight fighters. When his secret was exposed to the media, he dropped out, giving Lucky a piece of advice, if you want to make it as a MMA fighter, bury the part of yourself that won’t be accepted.
Lucky discovered the cage was the perfect place to keep his demons at bay, but when he learns his trainer and mentor, Brick, is suffering from end-stage cancer, he begins to spiral out of control. After eight years, Dray returns to help Lucky and Brick deal with the devastating news.
With Dray so close, Lucky’s old desires return, and Dray teaches him more than how to fight. Torn between his career and the passion he feels for Dray, Lucky finds that his past demons resurface in full force, threatening his sanity and his budding relationship with Dray.
Despite leaving the cage years earlier, Dray finds himself in the battle of his life with the only man he’s ever loved. Will he stand and fight or walk away like he did years earlier?
Reader advisory: This book contains themes of terminal illness and child abuse.
Excerpt from The Brick Yard:
Lucky shot up, blinking his eyes at the sound of knuckles rapping against the table he’d fallen asleep on. “What?”
Brick chuckled. “I’m calling it a day. Dray’s in the shower, so do me a favor and lock up when he leaves.” He eyed the spiral notebook Lucky had used for a pillow. “How’s it coming?”
Lucky shrugged. “I’ll get it done.” He still had more than half the report to write, but at least he’d started the damn thing.
Brick laid his hand on top of Lucky’s head and mussed his hair. “I’m proud of ya, kid.”
Uncomfortable with the tender gesture, Lucky swiped at Brick’s hand. “I haven’t been a kid in a long time, old man.”
“And for that, I’m truly sorry,” Brick said, slapping Lucky on the back. “Don’t stay up too late.”
Lucky got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head. “Can we train this weekend?” It wasn’t often Brick had spare time to work with him, so he tried to train on his own, but he knew how important it was to learn from the best.
“Yeah. You been keeping up with the routine I wrote down for you?” Brick asked from the doorway.
“Every day.” There were times when Lucky’s days had been so busy he’d had to do the circuit training at night after the gym closed, but he was starting to see the difference in his body when he looked in the mirror. He’d never been big and would probably never bulk up enough to compete in anything beyond the welterweight class compared to Dray’s light heavyweight status, but he was proud of his muscle definition.
“Keep it up, and you’ll go far. You’re quick and hungry and those are two things you have in your favor.”
“Thanks,” Lucky acknowledged the compliment. Brick didn’t give them out easily when it came to fighting, so to hear his mentor’s praise meant everything.
“Get some sleep.” Brick gave Lucky a surveying glance before turning to walk away.
Lucky opened the dryer and began to fold the towels. They were cold, which meant the dryer had finished its cycle while he’d been sleeping.
Towels folded, he lifted the stack and left the laundry room, secretly hoping he’d catch Dray in some sort of undress in the locker room. He’d done just that several weeks earlier. Dray had walked out of the shower while Lucky had been mopping the locker room floor. Instead of waiting for Lucky to finish the job, Dray had dropped his towel and had started rifling through his gym bag before pulling on his clothes. It had been one of the best and worst moments of Lucky’s life. He’d been struggling for a while with his attraction to men. The girls he went to school with were okay for a blowjob behind the equipment shed, but he didn’t dream of putting his hands all over them like he did with Dray. He hadn’t said anything to anyone—and he’d definitely never acted on his desire—but it was always there in the back of his mind.
Hoping to catch a peek of Dray, Lucky entered the locker room and was assaulted by steam and the sounds of fucking. Holy Hell. He quietly loaded the shelf with the clean towels before sinking onto one of the benches. It wasn’t Dray’s grunts that surprised him. It was the echoing moans of an equally deep voice that shocked him. Fuck, was that Vince? He shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Dray was with another man.
“Fuck,” Dray drew out, his voice lower than Lucky had ever heard it. “So fuckin’ tight.”
“Yeah,” Vince answered. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
Lucky pressed the heel of his hand against the growing bulge in his jeans. If he’d had doubts of his true sexual preference before, he didn’t anymore—he wished he was Vince. He couldn’t think of anything he’d ever wanted more than to be bent over while Dray drove his cock inside of him.
After unzipping his jeans, he felt a moment of guilt, but shoved his hand down the front of his underwear anyway. He wrapped it around his aching dick and squeezed as Dray groaned again. Fuck. He’d had a few sexual experiences in his life, but he’d never made noises like Vince and Dray were making. He wondered if it had something to do with his partners.
The steady slapping sound of skin on skin drove Lucky to pump faster. There, among the smells of Clorox, sweat and clean towels, he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of Dray fucking. What would it be like to have access to Dray’s muscular, tattooed body? Would he sink to his knees and worship Dray’s cock with his mouth or just bend over and open his ass?
“Tell me I’m the best,” Vince begged between moans. His voice echoed in the tiled locker room, and Lucky suddenly hated the asshole more than he ever had.
“Drop it,” Dray ordered, sounding out of breath.
“I’m tired of being your secret,” Vince continued. “At least acknowledge me to your friends.”
Lucky heard a loud slap followed by a cry of pain. Shit! Had Dray slapped Vince’s face or had it been his ass.
“I said, fucking drop it,” Dray growled.
Lucky’s balls drew tight, seconds before his cock shot a volley of cum into his hand. “Fuck!” he ground out, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He continued to squeeze his cock, milking his dick for every drop of seed.
The shower shut off. “Did you hear something?” Dray asked.
“What the hell, man? You can’t just pull out like that. I was close,” Vince complained.
With one hand still down the front of his jeans, Lucky jumped up and raced out of the room. He didn’t stop running until he reached the storage room he’d called home more nights than he cared to think about. There were only three people in the entire building, so if Dray’d heard him cry out, he’d know exactly who’d been listening.
Lucky stripped out of his soiled jeans and underwear, and reached for his jock and the only pair of workout shorts he owned. Once dressed, he hurried to the laundry room and began to transfer another load from the washer to the dryer.
“Hey,” Dray said from the doorway.
Lucky glanced over his shoulder. “Hey,” he replied, before returning his attention to the job. He silently prayed Dray wouldn’t mention the most embarrassing situation of his life.
“I know you heard me and Vince.”
Lucky cringed. He shut the dryer and switched it on before turning to face Dray. He hoped his pallor had returned to its normal Irish pale instead of the embarrassed crimson it had been when he’d caught a glimpse of himself in the storage room mirror. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say anything.”
Dray held Lucky’s gaze for several seconds. “I’d appreciate that. Things could get messy if word got out.”
“Yeah,” Lucky acknowledged. There had never been an openly gay UFC fighter, and he doubted there ever would be. It was a brutal sport, both inside the cage and out. “I get it.”