Today, I want to use my blog to help promote the release of a new book, by an incredibly talented writer of erotica: Patient Lee.
I've read a couple of Patient's books and although erotica is not normally my genre, I have been impressed with both the depth of the stories and the erotica, which I have not found overpowering or offensive in any way. Exciting, steamy and hot, are more the adjectives to describe Patient Lee (her writing, I mean, of course!)
I've read a couple of Patient's books and although erotica is not normally my genre, I have been impressed with both the depth of the stories and the erotica, which I have not found overpowering or offensive in any way. Exciting, steamy and hot, are more the adjectives to describe Patient Lee (her writing, I mean, of course!)
ABOUT OUT BY PATIENT LEE:
Author: Patient Lee
Title: OUT: Five Erotic Stories of Gay Self-Discovery
Release Date: July 30, 2016
Genres: Gay Fiction, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 67,000
Price: $3.99 (eBook), $9.99 (Paperback)
Title: OUT: Five Erotic Stories of Gay Self-Discovery
Release Date: July 30, 2016
Genres: Gay Fiction, Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 67,000
Price: $3.99 (eBook), $9.99 (Paperback)
OUT BY PATIENT LEE
What Patient has done with OUT is to take five of her very best erotic stories and combine them into one volume for the connoisseur to take away and savor and enjoy. The stories included in this anthology, with the theme being the various stages of self-discovery are:
Come with a Friend ~ An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could it be love?
Christmas in July ~ Straight-guy Sam spends a weekend in a campground to entice his kids to hang out with him for Christmas in July. His ex-wife cuts the weekend short, leaving him plenty of time to hang out with Larry, the fortysomething gay man in the camper next door. Beer and Larry’s mildly dominant personality leads them into his camper. And then his bedroom.
Come on Down ~ While fooling around with the much younger Caylin, James has a flashback to a gay experience when he was younger, prompting his girlfriend to arrange a threesome with an old friend. How far will James go with another man this time?
Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes ~ Inspired by the song Midnight Train to Georgia, Carson travels to Alaska to try crab fishing, but the Lost Agnes is too much for him. He meets Artie, a deckhand, and they fall hard and fast for each other. When life on the Bering Sea threatens to swallow him up, Carson returns to Georgia, to the life he knows. But Artie can’t live without him. He has to choose life on a crab boat or life with Carson in Georgia.
Love and a Hate Crime ~ Thad is twenty, but he’s slow. When his bully, Jimmy, tells him to “fuck up the queers,” the gay couple in their 60s who live down the block, Thad trusts that in return, Jimmy will leave him alone. When he breaks into their house, he witnesses the couple making love, arousing him and terrifying him at the same time. What if Thad is queer too?
Come with a Friend ~ An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could it be love?
Christmas in July ~ Straight-guy Sam spends a weekend in a campground to entice his kids to hang out with him for Christmas in July. His ex-wife cuts the weekend short, leaving him plenty of time to hang out with Larry, the fortysomething gay man in the camper next door. Beer and Larry’s mildly dominant personality leads them into his camper. And then his bedroom.
Come on Down ~ While fooling around with the much younger Caylin, James has a flashback to a gay experience when he was younger, prompting his girlfriend to arrange a threesome with an old friend. How far will James go with another man this time?
Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes ~ Inspired by the song Midnight Train to Georgia, Carson travels to Alaska to try crab fishing, but the Lost Agnes is too much for him. He meets Artie, a deckhand, and they fall hard and fast for each other. When life on the Bering Sea threatens to swallow him up, Carson returns to Georgia, to the life he knows. But Artie can’t live without him. He has to choose life on a crab boat or life with Carson in Georgia.
Love and a Hate Crime ~ Thad is twenty, but he’s slow. When his bully, Jimmy, tells him to “fuck up the queers,” the gay couple in their 60s who live down the block, Thad trusts that in return, Jimmy will leave him alone. When he breaks into their house, he witnesses the couple making love, arousing him and terrifying him at the same time. What if Thad is queer too?
ABOUT PATIENT LEE:
Patient Lee writes erotic realism—stories about everyday people, infused with the erotic. She works full-time and has a husband and three children. She writes when she can, sometimes balancing the laptop on her knees and the cat on her arm. She enjoys her seasonal camp site in the summer, spending many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping Chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.
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CLEAN EXCERPT (FROM LOVE AND A HATE CRIME):
Thad crouched in the bushes, waiting for his opportunity to jump the delivery guy. Jimmy, the cool guy, called to have the roses delivered. It was Thad's job to wait and watch. And then to attack. He didn't have to hurt the delivery guy too badly, just enough to get the roses and get him the hell outta there. That's what Jimmy said, "Get him the hell outta there, Thad."
Thad's knees were getting sore from kneeling for so long, and the wet ground had soaked through his sweatpants, leaving dark spots on the cloth. He rocked back and forth, trying to warm himself, wishing he hadn't seen Jimmy this morning. Jimmy was always picking on Thad, but today he made a deal with him. If he just went into the house and fucked up the creepy old queers, Jimmy and his friends would leave him alone forever. It seemed like a good deal to him.
Jimmy's car went down the street again, slower this time. He pointed at his eyes and then pointed at Thad in his spot in the ro-duh-den-drin. Thad got the message. He knew there was no turning back. The old queers were a menace to the neighborhood. Jimmy said it was Thad's job to do something about it. Thad didn't know what was wrong with them, but Jimmy was a smart guy. Thad was just a big, stupid dummy. Everybody said so.
A white van crept down the street, and Thad's body tensed, ready to spring. The van passed his rhododendron hiding spot and then stopped and backed up, beeping its arrival in front of the house. Figaro's Flowers. That must be the one. The driver's door opened, and Thad froze. It was a woman. His mom always told him not to hit girls. He didn't know what to do.
He thought about what Jimmy would do if he chickened out. When he approached the delivery woman, he noticed her long, red, curly hair and her voluptuous figure. He didn't know the word voluptuous, but he knew that he wouldn't mind seeing her naked. He reached the porch, just as the woman came from the back of the van, holding a big bouquet of red flowers. When she turned around, she said, "Oh! You startled me! I didn't see you there."
Thad stammered like he usually did with strangers until he finally managed to blurt, "Y-Y-You're real pretty."
Thad's knees were getting sore from kneeling for so long, and the wet ground had soaked through his sweatpants, leaving dark spots on the cloth. He rocked back and forth, trying to warm himself, wishing he hadn't seen Jimmy this morning. Jimmy was always picking on Thad, but today he made a deal with him. If he just went into the house and fucked up the creepy old queers, Jimmy and his friends would leave him alone forever. It seemed like a good deal to him.
Jimmy's car went down the street again, slower this time. He pointed at his eyes and then pointed at Thad in his spot in the ro-duh-den-drin. Thad got the message. He knew there was no turning back. The old queers were a menace to the neighborhood. Jimmy said it was Thad's job to do something about it. Thad didn't know what was wrong with them, but Jimmy was a smart guy. Thad was just a big, stupid dummy. Everybody said so.
A white van crept down the street, and Thad's body tensed, ready to spring. The van passed his rhododendron hiding spot and then stopped and backed up, beeping its arrival in front of the house. Figaro's Flowers. That must be the one. The driver's door opened, and Thad froze. It was a woman. His mom always told him not to hit girls. He didn't know what to do.
He thought about what Jimmy would do if he chickened out. When he approached the delivery woman, he noticed her long, red, curly hair and her voluptuous figure. He didn't know the word voluptuous, but he knew that he wouldn't mind seeing her naked. He reached the porch, just as the woman came from the back of the van, holding a big bouquet of red flowers. When she turned around, she said, "Oh! You startled me! I didn't see you there."
Thad stammered like he usually did with strangers until he finally managed to blurt, "Y-Y-You're real pretty."
DIRTY EXCERPT (FROM GAY GREENHORN ON THE F/V LOST AGNES):
WARNING: THIS IS EROTICA, SO PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY EROTICA - THANK YOU
Greenhorn made the first move. He sat next to me on my bunk and put his hands in my hair. He slid them into my beard and pulled me toward him. I opened my mouth before his lips touched mine, and I slipped my arm around his shoulders. I ran my other palm along his stubble like I wanted to that first time we sat in this room talkin'. I smiled because it tickled, but kept kissin' him anyway.
"Okay," I whispered between kisses. "Maybe just a little kissin'."
He moaned into my mouth and dropped one hand into my lap. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my cock. I was wearing loose sweats to sleep in, and he got a good grip right from the start. After three or four pumps of his fist, I could feel the wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum.
He slipped his hand into my pants, and I swore that I was gonna shoot right there when his smooth palm slid down the length of me. I moaned and adjusted my hips so that I could pull my sweats down around my ankles. His hand was as soft as it looked. Not calloused, like mine.
Carson got to his knees in front of me. I wanted to stop him. I had to tell him it was a bad idea. That we'd both get thrown off the boat if anybody walked in and saw us. I couldn't make my mouth form the words in time though. His blue eyes looked up at me, and alls I could do was put my hands in his hair and hope the guys were still sittin' at the table in the bar, gettin' plastered and startin' a fight. He smiled around my cock and started to blow me.
At first, he just sucked, letting his head bob into my lap. I forgot how warm and wet a mouth felt on my cock. Then he licked up and down my shaft, over and over while he sucked me. I shuddered. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long.
Over a fuckin' year. It'd just been too long since the last time my dick was in somebody's mouth.
He was a good cocksucker. Skilled for a young guy. He could take me all the way to the back of his mouth, and still stick out his tongue to lick my balls. His hands caressed my thighs and my ass cheeks while his tongue traced circles around the mushroom at the top.
My hips bucked, and I mussed his hair up while I held onto his head. I pumped in time with his suction, and my balls tightened up.
"Oh, my god, kid," I said, trying to be quiet. "I ain't gonna last much longer."
"Okay," I whispered between kisses. "Maybe just a little kissin'."
He moaned into my mouth and dropped one hand into my lap. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my cock. I was wearing loose sweats to sleep in, and he got a good grip right from the start. After three or four pumps of his fist, I could feel the wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum.
He slipped his hand into my pants, and I swore that I was gonna shoot right there when his smooth palm slid down the length of me. I moaned and adjusted my hips so that I could pull my sweats down around my ankles. His hand was as soft as it looked. Not calloused, like mine.
Carson got to his knees in front of me. I wanted to stop him. I had to tell him it was a bad idea. That we'd both get thrown off the boat if anybody walked in and saw us. I couldn't make my mouth form the words in time though. His blue eyes looked up at me, and alls I could do was put my hands in his hair and hope the guys were still sittin' at the table in the bar, gettin' plastered and startin' a fight. He smiled around my cock and started to blow me.
At first, he just sucked, letting his head bob into my lap. I forgot how warm and wet a mouth felt on my cock. Then he licked up and down my shaft, over and over while he sucked me. I shuddered. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long.
Over a fuckin' year. It'd just been too long since the last time my dick was in somebody's mouth.
He was a good cocksucker. Skilled for a young guy. He could take me all the way to the back of his mouth, and still stick out his tongue to lick my balls. His hands caressed my thighs and my ass cheeks while his tongue traced circles around the mushroom at the top.
My hips bucked, and I mussed his hair up while I held onto his head. I pumped in time with his suction, and my balls tightened up.
"Oh, my god, kid," I said, trying to be quiet. "I ain't gonna last much longer."
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So, that my good friends is OUT by Patient Lee and I really do hope that you do check it OUT. Until we meet again, have a wonderful, peace-filled day!
CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY!
EMBRACE THE OPPORTUNITIES LIFE PRESENTS TO YOU AND ALWAYS, ALWAYS FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!
HAVE A GREAT LIFE AND SPREAD THE LOVE!
CHANGING THE WORLD – ONE READER AT A TIME
EMBRACE THE OPPORTUNITIES LIFE PRESENTS TO YOU AND ALWAYS, ALWAYS FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!
HAVE A GREAT LIFE AND SPREAD THE LOVE!
CHANGING THE WORLD – ONE READER AT A TIME
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