LIONS AND TWINKS AND BEARS, OH MY!!!

Well there really aren't any lions in my new story, but it just sounded funnier that way, don't ya think?

Today I am talking about my new book BEAR IT ALL which is first story in Decadent Publishing's 1Night Stand Series. And it is being released TODAY!!!!

Yeah!!!

Travis hired the 1 Night Stand agency because he wanted a hot encounter with his dream man...a sexy older, hairy man and John looks custom made to order.

John, after losing his partner three years ago, is looking to learn how to accept another man into his bead again, to learn to live again. He thinks a one night stand in the Caribbean is the answer. But when John sees the young, thin and much smaller Travis he thinks the agency sent the wrong man.

Will Travis get his bear after all?
Will John open his heart to the unexpected?

Funny thing, when I first got my lovely cover from Fiona Jayde I was thrilled to no end how she nailed the differences in age and body type in my two heroes. But a Facebook friend asked me if I had intended the title to be BARE IT ALL not BEAR IT ALL because 'bear' means 'endure' and 'bare' means exposed.

I had to laugh when I messaged her back letting her know that a 'bear' was the common term for an older hairy gay man, like the man on the cover and that it was not a misspelled word at all.

She sent back, "Oh! I guess you learn something new every day!"

I wonder if she knows what a twink is….

If you would like a little something new, stop by Decadent Publishing and grab a copy of BEAR IT ALL.

Here is an excerpt to wet your appetite:

Damn, Madame Eve knew how to deliver.

Unable to believe his luck, Travis Hunter half wondered if the woman had somehow snooped in his private spank-bank of fantasies to create the man just for him.

John Godfrey—well, that was the name he’d given 1NightStand. Travis still couldn’t be sure if others had been as dumb as himself and actually given their real names to the service. Regardless, the name suited him. Simple and understated.

Ironically, everything John was not.

His date—he couldn’t bear to think of him as only a hook-up—arrived on the pool deck moments after Travis ordered his second mojito. The man’s unbound, sandy blond hair fell almost halfway down his back, just begging for Travis to run his fingers through it. Even as all the tanned beach studs frolicked with their bikini-clad girlfriends and kids splashed about, John still managed to turn heads. Then again, not every day did someone tower over the crowd with six-foot-five inches of ripped, hair-covered muscles.

Travis swallowed back the drool when John gripped the back collar of his T-shirt with one hand and pulled it off before heading for the shallow end of the pool.

“Hey, get a load of the Grizzly Adams,” a girl nearby whispered. “Ever heard of a back wax?”

Travis shot the two girls a look as they fell into fits of hysterical giggles. He curled his lip in disgust, suppressing the urge to snarl at them. Bimbos. What the hell did they know about real men? Real men knew how to fix things. They drank beer and ate meat and potatoes—not salads and tofu. Big, masculine men could hold a guy up and fuck him against a wall so effortlessly he didn’t have to worry about being dropped.

And most of all: Real men had hair.

Lots and lots of delicious body hair.

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