Many thanks to Charlie and the Purple Rose Tea House for agreeing to host me on my first ever blog tour!
A little about me: I’m a teacher and a mother of two small children. When I’m not teaching or parenting, I’m writing. When I began, I heard the quote that your first million words don’t count. I never planned to reach a million words, but when I did, I just kept going. This year I hit three million.
My partners are all queer, so that must make me queer too. Just kidding! I’ve been out as bisexual, polyamorous and kinky to pretty much the whole world since the mid-90s. Although I primarily write stories with polyamorous and BDSM themes, this story is nothing but sweet vanilla geek m/m erotic romance.
Title: Until My Whole Life Could Belong
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: Jan 28th, 2015
Chase Parker never imagined he’d run into his high school adversary, Mitch Ramsay, on a commuter train. Four years can do a lot to change a person, like Mitch developing a fascination with Italian poetry and Scrabble, or playing defense for the Detroit Red Wings. One thing hasn’t changed, however: Mitch is still in love with Chase, and he’s not going to settle for less than everything from Chase in return. While the history they share isn’t all positive, apologies and honesty might give them a second chance at happiness.
One of the things I try to promote in my stories is responsibility when it comes to sex scenes. This can mean several different things. Yes, there’s the “safer sex” angle, which is so important. Condom use when appropriate, and good communication, and dealing with sexually transmitted diseases and testing — those are all part of writing responsible sex scenes. But I feel greater responsibility when it comes to authentically, honestly describing what my characters are feeling and experiencing. Sex is messy and powerful and embarrassing and hilarious and takes our breath away. I think every sex scene needs to include elements of all of those.
Mitch’s hand moved to rest on the back of Chase’s head, not forcing or even pushing, just cupping it. “I don’t think you could actually say anything wrong. You, in this position… you could read me the Wall Street Journal and it would probably get me off.”
“Yeah. Read to you… that’s not exactly what I want to do, in this position.” He rubbed his cheek against the thick heat of Mitch’s erection. Looking up at him, watching Mitch’s incredulous, lust-blown eyes, made him feel powerful. “I suppose I could read you my ridiculous poetry, if you’d prefer that, but…”
Mitch laughed, sounding a little shaky. “I would love that. Really, I would. And I also want… other things. I hope you’re not going to make me choose.”
“We can start with this,” Chase assured him. He reached for Mitch’s zipper, unfastening the hook and letting his pants drop to his knees. Mitch was already unbuttoning his shirt, and by the time Chase slid his hands around to cup Mitch’s unbelievably well-muscled ass, his chest was bare.
“Trying not to feel completely outclassed, here,” said Mitch, shaking his head as his other hand came around to stroke Chase’s shoulder. Chase stared at him.
“Forgive me, Mitchell, but that’s just plain ridiculous. Aren’t you the one who’s playing pro sports? Your body literally amazes me.”
“I think I know you well enough to actually believe you mean literally when you say literally.” Mitch was flushing, but he also wasn’t letting Chase’s head go, and when Chase tugged Mitch’s boxer briefs down off his thighs, he felt Mitch’s subtle encouragement. Chase smiled speculatively.
“Small isn’t in your repertoire, is it? I’m not actually sure if I’m going to be able to fit that in my mouth.”
“Don’t feel obligated.” Mitch’s voice was tense, but Chase knew he wasn’t going to force anything. Chase’s smile broadened.
“Oh, trust me, it’s no obligation.” He licked his lips. “A challenge, perhaps, but… I do love a challenge.”
Size definitely plays a part in this story, in many ways! It also plays a part in my life. I’m over six feet tall, which is great for teaching and performance, but not so good when I’m trying to buy pants. But I live in a tiny little house, less than 500 square feet — with nine foot ceilings. This is particularly good for someone like me! I can reach the top shelf of the cupboards and my built-in bookshelves, but my kids need a stepladder.
I love living in a small house. We have enough space for ourselves without cluttering it up with too many things. If only we could stop buying books…
Amy Lapine published her first story when she was eight. Since then, she’s been writing for her children, her students and herself. In those rare moments when she is not writing, she can be found playing strategy games, solving puzzles and attending theater.
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Kudos to Charlie Cochet and all the wonderful authors and staff at Dreamspinner Press for making me feel so welcome. They’ve made the process of publishing my first novella an incredibly pleasant one.
Thanks so much for stopping by!