a look at J.R. Gray & ‘Capital Offense’ @booksbygray @evernightpub #Gay #Romance

Today we have author J.R. Gray visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* All good things must come to an end.
* George is trying to hold his world together, but it’s crumbling and he doesn’t know who he’s even fighting anymore. All the people he loves are suffering because of him.
* Jesse is shattering because he can’t provide what George needs.
* Elliot is broken perhaps beyond repair.
* Zac is ruined by his own doing and isn’t fit to be what Elliot needs him to be.
* There is no soothing light at the end of this tunnel. The reckoning is coming and not even George can protect them from the monster of his past. They are splintering, trying to avoid the flames, but they must come together or become ashes.

~ Excerpt ~

* George picked up the container of sterile needles he’d been saving so Jesse could see them. “This will be a little like a tattoo.”
* “Oh God. You’re so close to my dick.”
* “If you hold perfectly still there is a good chance none will even come close to your cock, unless of course you want me to pierce it for you.”
* Jesse picked up his head. “Can you do that?”
* “Easily.”
* He pursed his lips. “I’m going to think about that one.”
* “Don’t think on it too long.”
* “Why not?” Jesse laid his head back down and let his arms go limp.
* “Because if I don’t get an answer, I’m going to assume you approve.”
* Jesse’s eyes shot back open. “You know what they say about assuming?”
* “That it’s a perfectly acceptable thing for a dominant to do when his submissive is gagged?”
* “But I’m not gagged…”
* “You easily can be.” George pulled the pink ball gag halfway out of his pocket so Jesse could see it.
* “I think I’ll wait on the piercing until we both discuss the pros and cons, Sir,” Jesse said as politely as George had ever heard come out of his mouth.
* “Acceptable,” George said as he pushed the first needle into the tender skin on Jesse’s inner thigh.
* “Holy fuck. Getting a tattoo there would be a whole lot different than on my neck.”
* “If you can make it to fifty needles there will be a reward.”
* “God help me.”
* “You’re going to need it.”

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a look at J.R. Gray & ‘King Consort’ @theoriginalgray @booksbygray #Gay #EroticRomance

Today we have author J.R. Gray visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing.
* I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret.
* But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll lose me the crown.

~ Excerpt ~

* He sat back keeping the camera in his lap. “How much liberty are you giving me?”
* I mirrored him and looked him over, taking my time with my answer. “Why are you asking.”
* Lust crossed through his gaze. “Take off the shirt.”
* I obliged him, slowly working my fingers down the buttons. I slid it off and set it aside. He looked me over, hungry. My cock stirred at the look. I’d never felt so desired by another person. He slid forward on the seat and brought the camera back to his face. I stayed as I was until he told me to move.
* “Sit on the edge of the table,” he said breathless.
* I was glad this was getting to him as much as it was me. It was entirely foreign to give someone such a thing over me. To allow someone to take these photos. It was daring and exhilarating. I’d have to be careful or I’d get addicted to the acting out like some bored teenager.
* I sat on the edge to the table closest to the fire and he moved back to take a few shots. I looked up when he hadn’t said anything in a few moments to find him just watching me. The fire illuminated his scar, and I wanted to kiss the length of it, from his brow to his lips. I licked my lip and my chest rose as I inhaled fully, trying to calm myself. He snapped another photo.
* “What do you see?” I asked unable to stand wondering a moment longer. I wanted to know how he saw me.
* “I see hunger,” he said as he came closer. “The way you look at me.” The camera hung at his side as he stalked closer.
* I wanted to reach out for him. To shove him into the chair he’d occupied and climb on top of him, but I refrained because more than wanting him, I wanted to see what he did.
* “Take your pants off.”
* I raised a brow but didn’t say more.

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a look at J.R. Gray & ‘Forsaken’ @theoriginalgray @booksbygray #Gay #Romance

Today we have author J.R. Gray visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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Amazon Author Page | Facebook | Facebook Reader Group | Mailing List | Tumblr | Twitter – Books | Twitter – Personal | Website

A look into…

~ Blurb ~

* Titus had lived and breathed religion his entire life, tucked away from the rest of the world in a compound in northern Wyoming. He’s destined to be the next leader of the church, deemed so by the Prophet.
* God spoke and with His word He created. But God made a mistake. Titus isn’t worthy. He was born sick and it’s solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.
* Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he’s discovered hiding among the chosen.

~ Excerpt ~

* “Is this okay?” Angel asked.
* “Is what okay?” Titus had a hard time getting words out. He had a hard time making his brain function with Angel’s hands on him.
* Angel laughed and scooted his body closer so their legs were pressed together. “Me touching you.”
* “Yes,” his voice was unsteady.
* “What about this?” Angel put his other hand on the side of Titus’ neck.
* “Sure.” Titus swallowed past the lump in his throat, and was happy for the way he was sitting, because he was as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Harder maybe.
* “What about this,” Angel whispered over his lips and then brought them together.
* This wasn’t like back at his workshop. Angel parted his lips, and used his tongue. Titus was left trying to keep up. As soon as he got the hang of something Angel would change it. He’d done a little necking with girls, but this was completely different. He hadn’t been turned on while kissing those girls. It was more like something to do just to try it, but this was heat and his entire body reacted. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t flushed and on fire.
* Angel’s fingers slid around to the back of his neck and tightened, keeping Titus close. He grabbed Angel’s bicep, needing something to hold on to so he didn’t spin out of control. Angel seemed to like it, groaning into his mouth. It spurred Titus on. He wrapped his other arm around Angel’s back, desperate to feel more of him.
* There was a fire demon inside him demanding more and he wanted nothing but to listen.

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Thank you for joining us here today, J.R. Gray! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.