Blackout
Guest Post
Writing Blackout was a lot
of fun. It originally started off as a short story that was actually my first
thing ever published. I had the idea of writing a story about a stripper named
Dice and what a night in his shoes would be like. I’ve always been slightly
obsessed and intrigued by strippers and wanted to write an explosive piece that
would put the reader right there in the front row, experiencing it all first
hand.
The story literally wrote
itself.
After it was finished,
although I was content with the way it came
to a close, I liked the main character too much to just let him off that easy.
The novel was born.
I wanted Blackout to be
dark, gritty, glamourous and seductive all at the same time. The main
protagonist, Dice Valentine, is sex on two legs. I created him out of my own
personal fantasies and wanted people to see at least something in him that
turned them on. Whether it be his looks, his confidence or his sex appeal.
There’s something in Dice for everyone. In the beginning, it seems like he has
it all; the job, the body. His life is ruled by hedonism and satisfaction and
is almost too simplistic to last. But then I wanted to turn all that on its
back and deal him a few bad cards, so to speak.
Blackout’s main strength
lies in the descriptions. The stripclub scenes are my favourite. They rely less
on dialogue and more on sensation. They’re dark, loud and sexy. Dice is a
killer dancer and when he gets on that stage he commands it; all eyes are on
him and there’s not a dry seat in the house. I wanted the reader to feel every move he makes and almost be
able to hear the bass thumping in their heads. That, and hopefully get turned
on.
The main theme in Blackout
is mystery, but amidst all the intrigue there’s a story of a man who feels
lonely and who yearns for a way out. The sex in the book, although graphic and
hard, was not meant to be gratuituous, rather a cry for help and attention from
the last person you’d ever expect to feel alone and looking for love.
by Joey Jameson
Gay Erotic Thriller
Publisher: Chances
Press, LLC
Release Date: April
1, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 73,000
Available at:
Description:
He’s the one you dream about.
He’s the one you obsess over.
He’s the one you’d kill for.
Dice Valentine was born to strip. With the body of a god that
drips with sex appeal, his dance moves leave his male clients breathless and
begging for more. But lost in a dark world of hedonism and indulgence, Dice is
beginning to want out. That is until a night of mind-blowing sex with a
mysterious lover takes a grim, shocking turn, and he finds himself in a
desperate attempt to clear his name…as the hunter becomes the hunted.
Blackout
is a haunting dark tale of sex and betrayal that raises doubts about what
exactly is the truth.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of
18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and
may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt:
As I
pulled open the back entrance to the club, I was still buttoning up my shirt. I
kept it untucked from my ripped jeans; cool, casual. Flip-flops on my feet, and
hair ruffled, I felt the epitome of understated sexiness. My heart was pounding
in my chest, reverberating in my ears. Fuck, I was so horny. Sheer excitement
mixed with anxiousness coursed through my veins.
As I
stepped outside, I stopped for a second to let my eyes adjust to the
surrounding darkness of the alleyway. I was breathing heavily as I squinted to
make out any shapes. It was a cool evening for August, the light breeze making
my nipples hard, pressing up against my tight white shirt.
It
was then that I saw him. He was leaning up against the far wall of the alley,
one leg bent at the knee, heel resting on the wall behind him, hands tucked in
his jean pockets. He wore a dark shirt, the top of his tanned and sculpted
chest visible above the deep V-neck plunge. The image of the moonlight
illuminating his skin in the darkness made my mouth begin to water. He didn’t
move at first, and neither did I. We just stood there, taking in the appearance
of the other, mentally undressing each other with our eyes. I opened my mouth
to say something, then stopped myself, suddenly unsure of what words were about
to come out of my mouth.
I
wasn’t sure how long we stood there. The expression on his face was hidden in
the shadows. The anticipation was killing me, but I was rooted to the spot,
almost as if his gaze was keeping me still. I couldn’t move until I saw his
eyes and they told me I could.
At
last he did. Pulling his hands free from his jeans, he shifted his weight back
on to both feet and took a few slow steps towards me. I stayed exactly where I
was. As he moved, the shadows disappeared and the dim light of the sky finally
hit his face. He was even more beautiful than I had remembered. Totally the
opposite to me; dark hair, cropped short around the back and ears, almost black
in this light. His face was stubbly, adorned with short neatly trimmed hairs
the same colour as the ones on his head. As he moved, his muscles reacted
simultaneously, flexing through the confines of his shirt to the point where
the material screamed out as if it was about to split. I could see the contour
of his perfect pecs. He was more muscular than I was, and the cool night air
was obviously having the same effect on his round, hard nipples. My eyes
trailed down to his snug-fitting jeans. They were slung so low I could just
about see the top of his neatly-trimmed pubes poking out.
He’s
hard, too.
I
licked my lips without even knowing it as my eyes focused in on the bulge that
appeared before them in his trousers. I was sure that if it could speak it
would cry out to be released and tended to. I wanted nothing more than to sink
to my knees then and there and service that cock like I had before in this very
same place. No shame, no words, just complete and utter pleasure. But I
couldn’t move. I was totally powerless as his dark eyes held me there, staring
back at him, a battle of the wills almost as we saw who would be the one to
break first. The tension between us and the anticipation of the sweet release
that was inevitably about to occur was almost too much for me to bear. I was
afraid that I was going to cum in my pants right then and there, just from
looking at him in front of me.
But
he broke first.
Before
I could react his hands were on me, so sudden and intense that my breath got
caught in my throat. Both of his hands were instantly on my wrists, lifting
them above my head and holding them together as the weight of his pelvis
against me sent me reeling back against the brick wall behind us. For a moment
he just held me there. I didn’t struggle against his grip; instead I gave into
it, my body relaxing at his mercy. His face was inches from mine. I let my lips
part without closing my eyes, begging for him to kiss me. Those lips…full,
bee-stung and sensuously shaped. I immediately remembered what it was like to
run my tongue over them, and what it felt like to have them all over my body.
His breath was warm against my face, sweet and slightly cinnamon scented. As if
of its own accord, my face moved towards his, only to be rejected teasingly by
his own. A grin played with the corners of his mouth; he was enjoying torturing
me. He began to move his hips slightly, pressing his crotch up against my own
as if greeting it. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, staring each
other down and dry-humping each other through our jeans. Each thrust of my cock
against material made me harder. Our erections were the only language
necessary. We never spoke more than a few words to each other when we met. This
meeting was like my dance personified; I lived for the tease, I performed it on
stage almost every night. And now, this; this silent seduction must be what it
feels like to just watch someone else on stage. A feast for the eyes, but
without physical release.
I
couldn’t take any more. The effect of his body against mine was too much, and
suddenly our clothes were a barrier between us that we couldn’t get rid of
quickly enough. Without letting go of my eyes, he freed my hands and backed
away from me just enough to reach above his head, grab the back of his shirt
and tug it off. The dark smooth material fought against his muscular physique.
My eyes drank in his appearance as he let the shirt fall to the ground at our
feet. In the moonlight, his smooth hard chest appeared almost like granite. He
had the most perfect pecs I had ever seen; full, pert, and with perfectly
formed nipples that were fully erect now in the cool night air. His narrow
waist encased a deep sculpted six-pack of abs whose grooves were even more
defined in the shadows of the alley. His only chest-hair was a light treasure
trail of dark thin hairs that disappeared down into his tight fitting jeans. He
let his arms rest at his sides, almost mimicking my stance from when I was on
stage a few minutes earlier. He rested his weight on one foot; the classic
underwear model pose.
Cheeky
git.
He
was mocking me. I tore my eyes away from his chest to see his eyes grinning
back at me. Before I could protest, he reached at my shirt, helping it over my
head, and wrapped his strong arms around me in a tight embrace. It was then
that our lips finally touched. The pillowy feel of his soft lips against mine
made my cock even wetter. His hot wet tongue was in my mouth, lapping and
battling against my own. I closed my eyes and let my mouth do the talking. The
passion I had bottled up for him suddenly exploded, and I literally lost myself
in the moment. I didn’t think, all I wanted was to touch and caress and lick
every inch of his body.
I
pulled away from his mouth and my tongue found his neck. I traced a line with
it down from his ear lobe, before resting it in the crook of his collar bone.
He tilted his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. My hands found his
perfect pecs, and caressed his smooth flesh as my tongue followed their lead. I
gripped each nipple gently with my thumb and index finger, giving them a pinch,
before opening my mouth and devouring first the left and then the right. His
skin was freshly washed and smelled like soap and musky after-shave. My tongue
couldn’t get enough of his hard nipples, licking and sucking gently, each in
turn as my opposite hand tweaked the other. I looked up to see his expression;
a look of pure lust plastered across his face. His lips parted in an o-shape,
his hands rested lightly on my broad naked shoulders. Returning my gaze to his
chest I slowly slid down, tracing the contours of his tight stomach with my
tongue. I took my time on his abs; licking them up and down. They were so tight
and profound that I swear I was afraid I might cut myself on them. My hands
stroked the skin on his sides as I continued to slide further down his body
until I was safely on my knees. I looked up at him and again met his eyes that
were now slightly closed, anticipation showing on his face. This was such a
vulnerable moment. Right before the revealing of the cock. Each at the utter
mercy of the other. With expert ease, I unbuckled his belt and then unfastened
his button, all the while keeping his eyes on mine. He let his hands fall
loosely to his sides, as I carefully slid his jeans and pants down inch by
inch, until finally the prize was fully revealed.
About the
Author:
Joey Jameson is Canadian born and bred, but currently living
in Brighton , UK . He can usually be found either
on the beach walking his two gorgeous dogs, or sipping swanky cocktails in his
local haunt. He is also the author ofCandy From Strangers. Ever the fan
of all things decadent, for an insight into his daily life, you can follow him
onTwitter. You
can also visit his Facebook page for a sneak-peak of new work to come.
GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 10 eBook copies
(1 each to 10 winners)
of "Blackout" from Joey Jameson.
Contest is tour-wide and ends June 15.
Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
LINK TO SCHEDULE:
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