Erotic Author Spotlight Series: NR Walker

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This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is NR Walker who writes mm/erotic fiction which will leave you breathless for more. Find out more about this amazing author in her spotlight below – and find her author page at Pride Publishing here. Thanks for being an exciting part of the series, NR!

If you’d like to read about other erotic authors you can find the Erotic Author Spotlight Series here. Erotic author and interested in your own free feature post at Cara Sutra? Find the call for submissions page here.

I run a similar free promotional offer for sex bloggers and sex toy reviewers. You can find the Sex Blogger Spotlight Series page here, and the call for submissions (the Q&A and other info to send me) here.

Email me at cara@carasutra.co.uk with your info – whether author or blogger – and I will reply with your spotlight date. This will be the next available Monday for authors and the next available Thursday for bloggers.

– Cara Sutra

Biography

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N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who shares a little of herself and people she’s met, on every page she writes. Life experiences shape her writing, drawing on the emotional and physical aspects to give her characters a sense of realism.

N.R. found her love of writing m/m when she stumbled across some slash fanfiction online about four years ago. Needless to say, she’s never read or written anything m/f again.  But what a fantastic four years it’s been…

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Twenty six book later, she is still writing what she loves. Her stories are romance with an erotic twist. Basically, for N.R Walker, it’s about men who fall in love, overcome obstacles, grow as characters, and have scorching hot sex.

Check out her website with a complete list of books. She is also on Facebook and Twitter.

Honoured to be a part of Cara Sutra’s Author Spotlight Series, N.R. looks forward to sharing snippets of her boys and their stories…

Erotic Writing

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Blurb For Three’s Company

When looking for someone to help heal his broken heart, Wilson Curtis never dreamed he’d find two someones. 

Love isn’t always conventional.

After being publicly outed and his restaurant business in tatters, instead of vacationing with his lover, Wilson Curtis goes to Key West alone where he meets Simon and Adam. Fascinated by this couple, he strikes up conversation and is soon invited into their bed for some holiday fun. But once isn’t enough, and the offer is extended for the remainder of his stay.
As they get to know each other, in and out of the bedroom, sparks fly and ten days is all it takes to change their lives. When it comes time for Wil to leave, with outside tensions closing in and time running out, tempers flare and emotions fray. Beneath the misunderstandings and lack of communication is the realization these three men aren’t ready to say goodbye.

Excerpt From Three’s Company

Oh, fuck…

I’d never known anything like it.

Two mouths on me, four hands, two bodies surrounding me, devouring me, consuming me. The push and pull, the desire…

Fuck.

We somehow made it to my room, and as soon as I walked through the door, Adam was on me.

“Goddammit,” he mumbled as he kissed down my neck, his mouth open and wet, his fingers digging into my sides.

Simon closed the door behind us then stood behind me again. He kissed the back of my neck down to my shoulder. His hands skimmed over my back and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I was suddenly half-naked between two men with their hands all over me. I didn’t see where he threw my shirt. I didn’t fucking care.

I groaned. “Oh, God.”

Adam leaned down to trail his mouth over my chest, licking and sucking as he went. I ran my hands were in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, and when he took my nipple between his lips, I couldn’t help but arch into him.

Simon moaned behind me, his breath warm against my ear. Letting go of one fistful of Adam’s hair, I reached up behind me to take a handful of Simon’s. He pushed against me, rubbing himself against my ass while his hands skimmed my stomach and his mouth attacked my neck, my shoulder, my ear.

When Adam kissed back up my chest and over my collarbone, his lips found Simon’s and they kissed. Like I wasn’t wedged between them, like I didn’t have a hand in both men’s hair. They pushed against me, one at the front, one from behind, trying to get closer as their mouths melded together above my shoulder.

God, I wanted to kiss them. Both of them. My mouth hung open, wanting, panting.

When they broke the kiss, Adam whispered, “Oh, Sy, I want him.”

What, was he asking for Simon’s permission?

Before I could ask, Simon must have answered, because Adam kissed me. Deep, hard, lips and tongue, he commanded the kiss. Just like I wanted. Just how I needed.

Without waiting for us to stop kissing, Simon spoke into my ear. “Do you want this, Wil?”

I pulled my mouth from Adam’s. All I could do was nod. Yes. Yes, I wanted it. So fucking much.

Simon whispered, “Do you want just one, or both of us?”

Fuck.

“Both,” I panted. “Please, both.”

Adam smiled and his eyes darkened as he licked his swollen lips. Simon reached down my front, between Adam and me, and unbuttoned my cargos. Oh, fuck.

My cock ached, desperate for friction, for anything. I stepped out of my shorts, and after I’d toed off my shoes, Adam pulled on my hand, leading me toward the bed. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he pushed against me, forcing me backward until I was lying down.

He crawled up over my legs, kissing as he went. He stopped when he got to my briefs. Looking up at me, he tongued my cock through the material. I let my head fell back against the bed and savored the sensations curling through my body. Oh, fuck.

“Condoms?” Simon’s voice startled me.

I looked over at him. His shirt was unbuttoned and untucked. I could see his defined stomach and chest. I think I licked my lips because he smiled. “Condoms?”

“Um, yes,” I stammered. I looked to the bedside table. “Top drawer.”

Adam pulled my briefs down, freeing my straining cock. He licked up my entire length, flicking his tongue at the tip.

I gripped the bedspread and closed my eyes. “Oh, Jesus.”

Then he was gone.

I lifted my head to find Adam grinning at me as he pulled his shirt over his head. I was lying on the bed, naked except for my briefs around my thighs. Adam quickly undid his pants and, leaving his briefs on, knelt on the bed beside me.

Simon stood in front of us.

“Are you ready, Wil?” Simon was leading this. His blue eyes were intense and serious, a stark contrast to Adam’s bright smile. “Because this is how we’re gonna do this.”

I swallowed hard at his tone, his authority. He threw a handful of condoms on the bed beside us and took his shirt all the way off. “Adam’s gonna bend over this bed and you’re gonna fuck him,” he said.

I gasped at his words.

“And while you’re buried in him, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, and my whole body shivered.

Adam leaned over me, looking down at me. His hair flopped forward and he smiled. “Is that okay?”

My breaths were labored. “But I’ve never topped…”

Adam blinked. “Never?”

I shook my head, and he leaned down to kiss me softly before pulling back.

“But you want to?”

I lifted my head off the bed to peck my lips against his and I nodded. Then I looked over at Simon, who was staring at us on the bed, and I told him, “Yeah. I want to.”

Simon smiled then looked at Adam. “Get him ready.”

Adam scooted off the bed and pulled me to the edge of the mattress by my legs. Quickly pulling my briefs off, he lifted my legs, exposing my ass to him. I closed my eyes, expecting the familiar feel of fingers, waiting for the intrusion I so badly craved.

But the next thing I felt wasn’t fingers at all.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see Adam, with his flattened tongue, licking and pressing against my ass. Then I could feel his wet, hot tongue press into me. Oh, God. Oh, fuck! He was fucking me with his tongue. I’d never… I’d never…never like that.

I couldn’t not watch. It was mesmerizing. Adam stood leaning over me, with his mouth on me, working me, fucking me with his tongue, while Simon stood behind him. I realized a little belatedly Simon was prepping Adam, while Adam prepped me.

Jesus, this was going to happen. This was really going to happen.

Then Adam’s mouth was gone, replaced by one finger, then two. He licked my balls and tongued me while his fingers stretched me. There were sounds of wanton moans, and I could feel my release building, building…and when I begged for more, more, please more, Adam pulled out.

I looked up at him. “What are you…?”

Adam smiled and said, “Stand up.”

Oh. When I scrambled off the bed to my feet, Adam took my face in his hands and kissed me. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste me. It was a shock at first, but when he pulled away, I found myself wanting more.

Adam chuckled, but then picked up a foil wrapper off the bed. Quickly opening it, he rolled the condom down the length of my cock, making me groan. And when he slicked me with lube and pumped me twice, I bucked into his hand.

“God, I’m gonna come so quick.”

“No, you won’t,” Simon said roughly at my shoulder, making me jump. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “You’ll wait until I’m inside you before you come. I want to feel it when you come.”

His light blue eyes had turned dark and intense. They matched the tenor of his voice. I licked my lips and nodded. Simon pulled my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth as though he were trying to taste Adam’s mouth on mine. When he pulled away, he smiled.

When I turned back to face Adam, he was leaning over the bed, offering his ass to me. Oh, God. My cock throbbed at the realization, at the very thought of what I was about to do. I put my hand on Adam’s lower back and stood behind him, aligning my cock with his hole.

Simon moved to stand beside us, his eyes fixed on where we would join. “Okay, Wil, he’s ready. Push into him.”

So I did.

Holy fucking hell.

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Blurb For Point Of No Return

Matthew Elliot is one of LA’s best detectives—a smart, tough, closeted gay man. When he falls for his gym instructor, it’s not his colleagues he should be worried about finding out…it’s the bad guys.

Matthew Elliot is one of LA’s best detectives. He’s been labelled the golden boy of the Fab Four: a team of four detectives who’ve closed down drug-rings all over the city. He’s smart, tough and exceptionally good at his job.

He’s also a closeted gay man.

Enter Kira Takeo Franco, the new boxing coach at the gym. Matthew can’t deny his immediate attraction to the man his fellow cops know as Frankie. But in allowing himself to fall in love with a man known to his colleagues, Matthew risks outing them both.

Matt and Kira work to keep their relationship and private lives hidden from Matt’s very public life, fearing it would be detrimental to their careers.

But it’s not the other cops who Matthew should be worried about finding out his deepest, darkest secret…it’s the bad guys.

Excerpt From Point Of No Return

Kira was staring at me with those so-brown eyes, and when he licked his lips again, I knew he was about to kiss me.

“If you kiss me,” I said quietly, “I won’t be going home any time soon.”

“Good,” he murmured, before he held my face and pressed his mouth to mine. Sweet Jesus, how he kissed me.

His hands, his lips, his tongue.

When I slid my arms around him and pulled us together, I could feel his desire, his want, his need hard against my hip. He groaned and kissed me harder. I melted into him, his body, his warmth, his strength.

That kiss was all I’d thought about. He was all I’d thought about.

I wanted him. I wanted him to have me.

Sliding my hands over the muscles of his back, I slid my fingers into his hair, and I pulled his mouth from mine. “Bedroom,” was all I could say.

He rested his forehead against mine. His chest was heaving, his lips were swollen. “Matt,” he said, barely a breath. “If I take you into my room, I will taste you.” My breath hitched, and my belly tightened. He cradled my face and brushed his lips against mine. “I will have you.”

“Please.” God, it sounded like I was begging. Maybe I was. “Oh, God. Please.”

He grabbed my hand, led me out of the kitchen and took me to his bedroom. And my nervousness around him disappeared. I was so sure about this.

This time when he kissed me, it was different. Slower, harder, deeper. He took his time undressing me, as though he was savouring every inch of skin he uncovered, kissing and licking as he explored. When I was lying down on his bed, completely at his mercy, his lips were trailing from my chest, down, down, until I was gripping the sheets at my side.

I couldn’t not watch him. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. When his perfect lips opened to take my cock into his mouth, I was lost to the sensation. His warm, wet mouth was all-encompassing and sucking as his tongue was swirling and lapping, and his fingers were slick and delicious, pressing and probing.

I was groaning shamelessly, writhing under his touch. His fingers were inside me. One, two, moving and pumping as his mouth worked up and down my cock. Sucking and sliding, his mouth was setting my blood on fire, I was warmed right through.

Then he sucked hard and pumped me, once, twice. And I was lost. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I fisted his hair, trying to warn him, but it only made him look up at me. His dark eyes and his perfect lips around my cock did me in.

Then he moaned.

I came so fucking hard.

The world disappeared, all sight, all sound. The only thing there was, was his mouth…and tongue, and his moans as he drank what I gave him.

Then he was gone. I tried to open my eyes and lift my hand, but it was too heavy. I heard him chuckle, heard the tear of foil and then, like I weighed nothing, he flipped my boneless body over.

I was face down on his bed. He was between my thighs, his hands were at my sides and he leaned over my back. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, so I lifted my hips for him and he pressed into me.

Oh, fuck.

He pushed and pushed until he was all the way inside me. Only then did he seem to breathe. Falling forward, so he was lying on top of me, he ground his hips into my ass; his long, hot cock was so far inside me.

Panting, he ran his hands up my sides, hooking his fingers under my shoulders, and then he started to thrust into me. It was everything I’d imagined it would be.

“So good,” he mumbled into the back of my neck. “Oh, fuck. Matt…” he moaned into my shoulder as he pushed harder, faster. Then he kissed behind my ear and down the back of my neck, and he was thrusting so hard, so good. My ass rose to meet him, granting him better access, deeper, longer. Then he groaned long and loud, “Oh, gonna come,” and I could feel his cock swell and empty into the condom inside me.

He slumped down on top of me, resting his entire weight on my back. In between ragged breaths, he kissed my shoulder, my neck and the back of my head before he pulled out of me. He rolled us onto our sides, wrapped his arms completely around me and we drifted off to sleep.

I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told him in his kitchen if he kissed me I wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. Because it wasn’t until almost midnight on Sunday night I dragged myself out of his bedroom, after an entire weekend of sex, and made myself go home.

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Blurb For Elements Of Retrofit

Even the strongest of buildings start out as plans on paper, and every architect knows that sometimes plans need to change. Sometimes, these lessons are learned on the job. 

A successful New York architect, Thomas Elkin almost has it all. Coming out as gay and ending his marriage before his fortieth birthday, he needed to start living his life. Now, four years later, with his relationship with his son back on track, and after a few short-lived romances, this esteemed traditional draftsman thought he knew everything about architecture, about life.

Cooper Jones, twenty-two years old, is about to take the architect world by storm. Talented, professional, driven, and completely infuriating, Cooper is the definition of Generation Y.

Starting an internship working with Thomas, Cooper is about to knock Tom’s world off its axis. Tom can teach Cooper about the industry, but Cooper is about to teach Tom a few things about life.

Excerpt From Elements Of Retrofit

For the next few hours, we sat side by side at my table with my grid pad and pencils. Sometimes our knees bumped, sometimes our thighs were completely touching, sometimes he’d rest his arm on the back of my chair, sometimes our hands would be so close they’d almost be touching. And we talked, and we laughed, and we told stories and he smelt so good. But he listened, and he studied, and he copied and it was pretty obvious this kid had talent.

It was also pretty obvious there was something between us. I wasn’t imagining it. I’d catch him staring at me, or sometimes his breath would catch, and every now and then when our hands touched, it’d make my heart rate take off and my mouth would go dry. Sometimes I’d catch myself staring at him. I was lost in his brown hair and hazel eyes and kissable, pink lips.

When he was concentrating, or lost in thought at the drawing in front him, I’d have to make myself look away. When he turned to ask me about something, our faces were so close, within leaning distance. His question was long forgotten, and his eyes darkened as he stared at me. He licked his lips and leaned in just a fraction. He was going to kiss me.

And I wanted to. I wanted to feel his lips, I wanted to taste him, touch him, and it was that want that made me panic. I shot out of my seat and went into the kitchen, shaking my head of the Cooper-daze it was apparently in, and tried to calm my hammering heart. I turned to find Cooper stand up slowly.

“I should probably go,” he said quietly.  “Okay,” I said, out of breath. His brow furrowed and he collected his laptop and stuffed it into his satchel. He exhaled through puffed-out cheeks and mumbled something about seeing himself out. Unable to do much else, I nodded, compliantly.

He walked out of my apartment and not three seconds later there was a knock on the door. Knowing who it would be, I looked through the peephole and nervously ran my hands through my hair before opening the door.

Cooper looked rattled, confused even, so I asked, “Everything okay?” He stared at me for a long second then blurted out, “I think we should kiss.”

 

– NR Walker

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