Queer Town Abbey: Is It Summer Yet?

qta_is_it_summer_yet_blog_hopThe early signs are  there. Lilac bushes bloom with their fragrant scent. The drone of a bee is somewhere nearby. The fields are vibrant with lush, green grass. Someone is cooking hamburgers on the grill next door. You see a kid riding with bare feet hanging out the open car window. The road is calling to you, beckoning with memories of trips to the beach, and lazy afternoons in a hammock by the lake. You want to dive into the crisp, clear water of a swimming pool, and play a rousing game of volleyball on the sand, and eat steamed clams after dark in front of a campfire on the beach. Summer is hot dogs, and Coppertone, sleek bodies in swimsuits and reading by the pool. It’s watching fireflies at night and making love on the beach. Eating ice cream before it melts and remembering your first kiss.

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My best summer memories come from the weeks we spent during summer vacation at our cabin in the Green Horn Mountains in California. So many lazy afternoons dozing in the sun, hiking or swimming, early morning fishing adventures. Just the perfect time to be a kid.

The sound of sprinklers always remind me of these days when our biggest worries were trying not to step on a bee on our way to the swimming pool or lose our carefully hoarded pennies for the penny candy at the Lodge. Great times!

Prize Time! Comment below with your favorite summer memory for a chance to win an e-copy of any book on my backlist. Don’t forget your contact info!

WithoutAiden_ByDianneHartsock-200x300WITHOUT AIDEN

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Blurb:
Is a gift of love enough to open Aiden’s heart and let Tris back in?
After the car accident that killed his parents and left his sister paralyzed, Tris is left with nothing. His family is destroyed. His reputation is shot. And all he has is the guilt of knowing it was all his fault. People in town know he’d been drinking that night, and know he should never have gotten behind the wheel. And even Aiden, the man he thought he’d be with forever, blames him too much to stay.

But Tris can’t let him just disappear. After months of loneliness and isolation, Tris brings Aiden a gift on his birthday, a hawk he’s carved from a chunk of wood they’d found in the forest during an afternoon of love. A small chink seems to open in Aiden’s heart, the first sign of forgiveness. With renewed hope, Tris takes a job renovating one of the older homes in town and tries to rebuild his life. But the townspeople have long memories, and when his sister’s condition worsens, forgiveness—and Aiden—seem to slip even further out of reach…

Excerpt:

Aiden hesitated and Tris waited, breathless. But in the end Aiden only shrugged and headed back to his car. Tris’s shoulders slumped and his body ached as Aiden drove away. If only he’d stayed…

Tris leaned a hip against the sawhorse and imagined Aiden turning the car around, sweeping into the driveway with a squeal of tires. In his mind, a myriad of emotions chased across Aiden’s face as he strode toward Tris. Tris’s heart thumped wildly, hopeful, yearning. Aiden stopped in front of him, chest heaving with his own quick breaths.
They stared at each other a long moment and Aiden bit the hoop in his lip. Tris moaned, wanting that delicious mouth on his, on his dick. He caught his breath as desire flamed in Aiden’s blue eyes.

“I don’t want to go,” Aiden told him, voice heavy with lust.

“You don’t have to.”

Aiden raised his hand and every nerve in Tris’s body ignited, imagining the first touch after so long… Aiden surprised him by bending to bite one of the dark buds on his chest then smoothing the hurt with his tongue.

“Fuck, Aiden!” He squirmed under the assault as Aided sucked his other nipple, bit and licked him to shivering need. Aiden’s chuckle sent warmth flooding through him. He held his breath as Aiden licked a path downward, then cried out in delight when his lover knelt and flicked open the top buttons on Tris’s jeans, exposing the head of his dick.

Tris nudged Aiden’s chin up. “Behind the shed?”

Aiden glanced around the yard and laughed, asking, “Who’d see?”

“No one,” Tris panted. They were hidden from the road by the house, and the nearest neighbor was across the yard behind a hedge of holly.

Aiden sat back on his heels. “Show him to me.”

“What?”

“You made me wait. Now you have to show me what you got.”

“Oh.” Tris leaned back against the sawhorse, his legs suddenly weak. Sunlight beat down on him and sweat dripped into his eyes, trickled down his chest. He opened his jeans under Aiden’s intent gaze, nudging them low enough so he could cup his hard balls and lift his aching dick for his lover’s inspection.

Aiden’s low moan drove him wild. His darling licked his lips and played with the ring in the fuller bottom one, and Tris knew he was close to begging Aiden to suck him. He must have made a sound because Aiden flashed him a grin and reached for him. Tris was uncut, and Aiden rubbed his foreskin before pushing it back and sliding his lips around the blushing head.

Tris groaned as pleasure pulsed through him with each pull on his sensitive tip, shivered with bliss as Aiden rubbed his lip ring under the crown and pushed the ball of his tongue piercing into the slit. Christ, I’m going to come!

He tried to push Aiden away, but his boyfriend only chuckled and swallowed Tris until his head rested snug in his throat. His lover’s hums vibrated through him. Aiden drew back, the ball in his tongue sliding along the underside of Tris’s thick erection, then shoved down, drawing a cry of pleasure from him.

God! He lost control and thrust his hips, fucking the fabulous mouth hungrily sucking at him. Pleasure and pressure burned like fire along his nerves and gathered in his balls. His dick felt huge, overly sensitive. Aiden bit down and shoved him over the edge. Tris’s pleasure streamed out in thick gobs of semen. He shuddered and fell back against the sawhorse, trembling as Aiden licked at his spent cock.

Tris’s pulse calmed and he sighed, not wanting to open his eyes and end the fantasy . He blinked in the bright sunlight. The yard stood silent, empty. A pearl drop of his spunk glittered on a dandelion for a moment before sliding off to disappear into the grass. A hole opened in his chest, loneliness and regret and long empty days without Aiden.

He did up his pants and brushed the tears and sweat from his eyes. “I don’t know how to do this without you,” he whispered. Life was very hard just then, but Tris drew a breath and did the only thing he knew. He picked up a board and the saw and got back to work.

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About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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10 Responses to Queer Town Abbey: Is It Summer Yet?

  1. Trix says:

    I loved bumming around London one June with my best friend!

    vitajex(at)Aol(Dot)com

  2. jillprand says:

    I love the beach, being brought up on Long Island it’s just natural to get as close to water as possible.

    jasdarts at hotmail.com

  3. Kris Linehan says:

    When I was a kid, we would drive 13 hours to northern CA and stay with our friends at Trinity Alps resort, outside of Whiskytown and Trinity Lakes. We would inner tube down the creek, fish for trout, ride horses in the forest, pick blackberries for my mom to make pies….it was truly idyllic.

    Kris Linehan
    simondex68@gmail dot com

  4. When I was a teen, I would drive with my friend & her mom to Maine & stay at their cabin for a long weekend! They didn’t have running water, so I remember we had to wash in the nearby lake lol. And on the way up to the cabin we would stop at water country & it was the best time!! At the cabin we’d cookout & I remember shooting a BB gun for the first time there. And we went to the outdoor Movie theatre, We had lawn chairs to sit on outside of the car, & I remember my friend checking a guy out so hard that the chair collapsed on her & she rolled on the ground!! HAHAHA!! It was so hilariously funny! Lots of great memories that summer. =)

    Thank you for sharing your post & Thank you for having this giveaway!!

    I hope you have a great week! =)

    Brandi
    BLeigh1130 at yahoo dot com

  5. esseboo says:

    running around the neighborhood with friends. esseboo@yahoo.com

  6. Shirley Ann Speakman says:

    Spending the summer at home being bored and then 2 weeks at my aunt and uncles house near the beach. We’d pack snacks and sandwiches and spend all day on the beach great times.

    ShirleyAnn@speakman40.freeserve.co.uk

  7. H.B. says:

    My summers weren’t really fun. There were some summers that were a bit more tolerable than others. I really love fries so walking the Boardwalk and enjoying the beach air while eating a bucket of fries with family was memorable.

    humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com

  8. Fantastic excerpt, Dianne. And I adore little cabin vacations, too! 🙂

  9. Hi Dianne,

    I want to send a personal thank you for your participation in the Is It Summer Yet? Blog Hop. Thanks to you the Blog Hop was a great success.

    I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a happy and safe summer.

    All the best,

    Anders
    Founder/Administrations Manager
    Queer Town Abbey

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