eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
gay male
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $4.99
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, m/m sex and light fetish.
Fourteen sinful, seductive, and downright sexy stories that will excite your senses and set your pulse racing. From best friends discovering each other for the first time (Best Friends) to seasoned lovers stealing a quick moment alone (Office Visit) to rivals who come together in a clash of sex and desire (Joy Ride), these stories are a wild ride through intimate moments and lustful hook-ups between hot and horny men. Contains the following:
§ A Little Something for Santa — Who says Santa only comes once a year?
§ Poolside — When Danny finally corners Kevin at the college swimming pool, he proves he isn’t easy to ignore.
§ Pony Play — Drew can’t possibly imagine what payoff he may get from pretending to be a horse.
§ Escape — An intergalactic prisoner named Trace stumbles upon a Delta-23 clone eager for a chance to observe a “natural-born” … up close and personal.
§ Easily Addicted — A cute guy interrupts Trevor’s smoking break with an invitation to his office after work.
§ One of Us — Conner sports a nasty bite that seems to grow worse during the full moon.
§ The New Client — When PI Richard Guy takes on a missing persons case, the guy he’s looking for is one he’s been searching for his whole life.
§ Devilish Good Time —Something in New Jersey’s Pine Barrens interrupts Jacob and Bobby’s good time.
§ Battle of the Bands — A fight between drummers is a sure way to get two bands eliminated from a local competition, but the lead singers settle things in a very different manner.
§ Hooking Up — Two young men who only know each other online agree to meet for something more physical.
§ Threesome — A stranger tempts a gay couple into experimenting in the men’s room.
REVIEW FROM THERESA AT FALLEN ANGELS REVIEWS
The rest of the short stories are as good as the first four were. The plot lines were clever with the right amount of characterization to allow the characters to come alive for the reader. The unique plot lines allowed the reader to see a variety of situations that were entertaining and very hot!! I hope that Mr. Snyder…write(s) more books in the genre. Thank you for writing a very interesting book.
EXCERPT from Joy Ride:
Mack waited. This was Brad’s show—let him make the first move. Coyly the kid approached him and ran a loving hand along the polished fairing at the front of Mack’s bike. “A motorcycle like this is almost human, kid,” Mack told him. He watched those strong fingers, so pale against the black paint, and imagined them on his arm, his chest, lower. “You stroke it the right way, it’ll purr like a tiger for you.”
Brad glanced up at him with a grin. “What’s it take to make a man like you purr, I wonder?” he wanted to know.
“I haven’t quite decided whether or not you seriously want to find out,” Mack replied.
That grin again, half-hidden by those long, blonde waves. With a flick of his head, Brad shook the hair from his face and stepped around the bike behind Mack. “Can I get on it?” Before Mack could answer, he pressed his face into the leather seat, still warm from the ride, and drew in a deep breath. “It smells like you.”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Mack asked, turning around. As he stepped away from the motorcycle, Brad swung his leg over and pulled himself into the seat. “Hey, get off my bike.”
Wickedly, Brad dared him, “Come get me off.”
Mack shook his head, bemused. Even out here by themselves, Brad kept up the flirty banter, but the longer he stalled, the more Mack began to suspect that there wasn’t anything to it. Just a young cocktease, that’s all, who got hard on the game but never scored. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, kid,” Mack cautioned. “Show’s over. Get off.”
Brad’s hands froze on the handlebars where he had been pretending to steer the bike, and when he looked at Mack, all playfulness was gone from his eyes. “One,” he said, his tone serious, “don’t call me kid. I’m younger than you but not a baby. Yeah, it’s cute when you do it back at Sylvia’s, and yeah it gets a laugh out of your friends, but between us? Drop it.”
Mack raised an eyebrow, surprised. The kid—Brad—had spunk. “Two?” he asked.
“Two,” Brad echoed. His smile returned slowly, starting at his lips and lighting up his eyes. “I know what I’m doing here, Mack. I’m not the one standing off to the side with his arms crossed like a disapproving parent at a keg party. Everything I’ve said, I’m more than ready to back up.” Leaning back in the Electra Glide’s wide seat, Brad ran his hands down his flat stomach to the prominent bulge in the front of his tight shorts. His fingers cupped the obvious erection and squeezed—Mack felt that hand on his own dick, those fingers encircling him. “I think it’s you who doesn’t want to find out what I’m talking about. I think you’re the one who’s scared.”
Mack gave a derisive snort, but couldn’t take his gaze away from those hands and the shiny red package between them. “I ain’t scared of you—”
Brad interrupted. “Then get over here and prove it.”
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