LASR Anniversary: Grace R. Duncan – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Patrick watched Chance grumble and scratch something out on the sheet music he had in front of him. Patrick grinned and leaned over the back of the couch, kissing a line along his fiancée’s neck. “What’s wrong, a ghrá?”

Chance sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t get this part right.”

Patrick nipped at Chance’s neck. “Perhaps you need a break?”

Chance turned, pulling on Patrick until their lips met. “Hmm. I could handle that. You in that little red swimsuit? And Avery is with Emily….”

Patrick grinned. “Sounds good, but you have to wear the blue one.”

Chance laughed. “Deal.”

A short time later, Chance slid down into the pool in the courtyard of their small apartment complex. “Summer in LA. Gotta love it,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “Almost not hot enough to swim at times.” He shook his head.

Patrick laughed. “We’ll go to Hawai’i soon. It’s warm enough there.”

Chance opened one eye and snorted. “It was warm enough to swim at Christmas there.”

“True.” Patrick eased up against Chance, grinning. “You know… We’re alone out here.”

“I noticed,” Chance said, pulling Patrick in against him. “Which I am very grateful for, considering that red suit is just a little tighter than I’d like. Too many people’d know exactly how you’re built.”

Patrick laughed. “A ghrá! Deception’s entire viewing audience knows exactly how I’m built!”

“True.” Chance allowed. “But I try not to think about that. Besides, on screen is a bit different than in person.” Chance slid a hand down over Patrick’s ass and squeezed.

Patrick moaned. “I can… see that. Keep that up and this isn’t likely to stay a family-friendly swim for long.”

“I hope not,” Chance rumbled, then bit down on Patrick’s neck.

“Ohfuckyes.” Patrick bucked against Chance, thrilled when his half-hard cock met Chance’s. He let his own hands wander, landing on Chance’s hips and squeezing.

Chance chuckled and sucked hard. The pain went straight to Patrick’s now-fully-hard cock and he rocked his hips again, grinding his cock against Chance’s. Chance grunted, both hands now squeezing Patrick’s ass.

“Why—“ Patrick stopped to let another moan out when Chance tightened his hold. “Why did we bother coming out here?”

“Mmm.” Chance pulled back, grin sharp and shrugged.

“You left a mark, didn’t you?”

Chance’s grin widened.

Patrick sighed. “I am so telling Chrissy it’s your fault. She can chase you around with a makeup brush and threaten to poke your eye out with it.”

Chance laughed. “I’ll take responsibility for it. She won’t kill me. Maybe maim, but not actually kill.”

“No maiming.” Patrick shook his head. “Still like leaving your mark on me, huh?”

Chance sobered and nodded. “Yeah. Even with these.” He held his left hand up showing his engagement ring, then lifted Patrick’s and kissed it. “I still like to mark you.” He shrugged one shoulder, obviously trying to look casual but Patrick saw through it.

“I’m yours, a ghrá. Only yours.” Patrick threaded his fingers through Chance’s shaggy blond hair and pulled his face down. Patrick closed the distance, slanted his mouth over Chance’s and swiped his tongue over Chance’s lips. Chance opened to him immediately and Patrick got lost in the heat, taste, and feel of Chance’s kiss. Their hands ghosted over each other’s bodies, grinding into each other as need, sharp and hot, exploded.

“Forget the pool. Need to feel you.” Chance’s rough voice told Patrick more than the words did.

In less than two minutes they were back inside, suits shed and on the bed. Patrick swallowed Chance’s cock in one move, pulling a shout from Chance. But he didn’t get to stay long; Chance pulled on him.
“Inside you. Please,” Chance groaned.

Patrick dove for the side table, and had Chance’s dick coated in seconds. “Yours, a ghrá. Only yours.” Patrick murmured then lowered himself onto Chance’s cock. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned then pulled himself together and moved.

It went fast, neither could help it, the need that exploded in the pool burned even hotter here. But Patrick couldn’t care when Chance erupted inside him, filling him, and giving him that feeling of being claimed that he loved so much. Patrick shouted, the feel and growled “mine” from Chance enough to send him over the edge.

When he came down from the intense orgasm, he kissed Chance softly. “Yours, a ghrá,” he repeated. “Only yours.” Then he settled in, savoring the arms around him, the kisses on the top of his head. He couldn’t wait for the wedding. Just a few short weeks and the fears will calm down.

He hoped.

NoSacrifice2 (2)Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.

One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.

As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick’s hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick’s life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.

About the Author:Grace R. Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age—many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children—both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance, and other erotica, or even dabbling in art.

Website ~ Facebook ~ @GraceRDuncan

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  1. Interesting bio

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  3. Thanks for the great excerpt. I have this one on my wish list. Loved your Golden Collar series.

  4. It’ll be fun to read more of your work–I’ve loved it thus far!

  5. I love this book <3 and I would love a chance to win some more books by this author, fingers crossed and some swag, nice 😀 Thank you for the chance and I am enjoying this event Happy Anniversary LASR

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