Monday, December 9, 2013


College/university is sometimes considered a time for people to find themselves. Find out what they want in life. Find the people they want to be with.

In my new male/male novella Whatever He Wants, grad student Randall is still working on finding himself and his dreams, and as part of that he spends some of his time exploring sexually with a variety of partners. Randall describes himself as the "king of one-night stands," and he lives up to the title.

When he meets Isaiah at a party, Randall starts to think maybe one-night stands aren't all he wants. But Isaiah has heard about Randall's reputation, and he's decided to show Randall how it feels to be played. Even though Randall wants to change his M.O. to be with Isaiah, he first has to FIND Isaiah, who walked away the night they hooked up and hasn't been heard from since.

Whatever He Wants is new from Ellora's Cave as part of their "Boys Will Do Boys" line. Here's the blurb and a short adult excerpt:

Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love, and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.
Against all of Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for, and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. Randall doesn’t know whether Isaiah is truly interested in him or just playing the player, but to find out, Randall will do whatever Isaiah wants.

Isaiah ended up eating only half his meal. He kept exchanging heated looks with Randall until Randall could barely stand it, and apparently Isaiah was just as turned-on. He shoved his plate away and tossed some cash on the table. “I’ve got yours. Let’s go.”

“Where?” Randall asked.

“Your place.” Isaiah smiled. “I want to see your bed.”

Randall grabbed him by the jacket and dragged him outside. Isaiah laughed the entire way to Randall’s apartment.

The second they were inside, before Randall even managed to speak Isaiah pinned him against the door, holding Randall’s hands to his sides. He crushed his mouth hard against Randall’s, teeth and tongues colliding so forcefully it hurt. Randall didn’t give a shit. He was here with Isaiah. With Isaiah’s body against his, cocks rubbing together through their jeans, heat building between them until he thought he would burst into flames.

And that was just a goddamn kiss.

Isaiah broke the kiss but stayed against Randall. “Do you feel how hard I am, baby?”

“Yeah.” Randall tried to pull a hand free to cup the pleasing bulge between them but Isaiah tightened his grip. “I want to touch you.”

“I’ve been this hard for you all week,” Isaiah growled. “All fucking week all I’ve thought about was plowing into your tight little ass and stroking your cock and making you scream. I jerked off so much I was almost raw and it wasn’t enough.”

“Because it wasn’t me,” Randall said. He was elated. Isaiah had suffered just as much as he had. Had wanted him just as much. He hadn’t been the only one to have a miserable week, and now they were going to make up for it.

“Because it wasn’t you,” Isaiah agreed. “What about you? Did you play with yourself while you thought about me? Did you come so hard you saw stars while you dreamed about having me play with your dick? Tell me, baby. Tell me how bad you missed me.”

Such intense arousal rushed through Randall that he almost wasn’t able to collect himself enough to speak. “Bad,” he blurted. “So, so bad. I stroked off every day. Saw you. Your eyes. Your hair. Your hands and cock. All about you and you weren’t here and I wanted to fucking kill you.”

“We really did a number on each other.” Isaiah let go of him and stepped back. “You only wanted a one-night stand last week before we hooked up, didn’t you?”

“Get in, get off, get out.” Randall took a deep breath and adjusted his painfully hard cock inside his pants. “The usual when I go to parties. But it wasn’t enough. I knew that before you even started to fuck me. I knew I wanted more. I wanted longer.”

“So did I.”

Isaiah stepped forward and touched his lips to Randall’s again. This kiss was a stark contrast to the previous one. Gentle, not rough. Tender, not forceful. Full of emotions Randall had never imagined feeling, let alone admitting to, but they were all there bare and obvious. And mutual.

1 comment:

Tina Donahue said...

Whatever He Wants sounds like an awesome story, Karenna - and what a cover - wow!! Congrats!!