Graceland Yay, it’s here, finally!

I’m really excited about the release of this book. I think Graceland is a wonderful book, with two wonderful guys at its center. I’m so thrilled to finally be able to share this story with the world. I hope y’all love it as much as I do :)

You can read Chapter One and buy the book in multiple ebook formats (for a 30% discount this week!) on the Samhain website. It’s also available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and probably lots of other e-book retailers. Read on for the blurb and an excerpt of awesome sexytimes *g* Enjoy!

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© Copyright 2012 Ally Blue

To get to “Love Me Tender”, they’ll have to shake things up.

Kevin Fraser has a good life—a good job, good friends and a nursing degree within his grasp. There’s not a lot of excitement to be found in Asheville, but so what? He doesn’t need excitement. Or love, for that matter. Until a big man with an Elvis fixation and the voice to match shows up in his ER and changes his point of view.

A diabetes diagnosis isn’t the end of the world, just one more problem Owen Hicks doesn’t need. It hasn’t been easy finding his place in the Cherokee tribe, his family and the world at large since he came out. On top of that, learning to manage the disease that killed his mother is a daunting challenge. He counts himself lucky that the nursing student he befriended in the hospital is willing and able to help.

As their fast friendship deepens into something both of them want—yet fear—pressures from without and within stretch their bond to the breaking point. The only way to find the strength to love each other is to find the courage to let go…and hope love is strong enough to bring them together again.

(Warning: This book contains medical drama, relationship drama, sex, silliness and a Cherokee Elvis. Sorry, no fried banana sandwiches. Thank ya very much.)

Excerpt:

Half an hour later, he’d finished the pizza, polished off the lager and started on another. A regular one this time. He’d decided he liked the taste of the non-pretentious ones better. He was lounging on the sofa, his regular-guy beer in his hand and his bare feet on the coffee table, watching ultimate cage fighting—or poor man’s gay porn, as Andy called it—when someone knocked on the door.

Kevin scowled. “Just a sec!”

Setting his beer on the table, he pushed to his feet and shuffled to the door just as his unknown visitor knocked again. Or maybe knocked was the wrong word. Pounded would’ve worked, since the door vibrated in its frame.

“Okay, okay! Geez.” Kevin unlocked the door, turned the knob and threw it open.

Owen stood on the other side.

Kevin gaped at him. “Owen. What—?”

That was as far as he got. Pushing Kevin inside, Owen kicked the door shut, pulled Kevin close and kissed him.

For a second, sheer surprise held Kevin motionless. Then Owen grabbed Kevin’s ass with one big hand and slipped the other up the back of his shirt, and the rush of desire drowned everything but the need to get closer.

With a moan that sounded as desperate as it felt, Kevin plastered himself against Owen’s chest and opened wide for his kiss. Owen made a soft, helpless noise when his tongue and Kevin’s slid together. His fingers dug bruises into Kevin’s flesh. Heart racing, Kevin used Owen’s wide shoulders to lever himself higher. Just a little, just enough to kiss Owen harder, deeper.

Owen’s grip on him tightened. His feet left the floor, Owen’s hand on his butt urging one leg to angle up and around Owen’s hip. Pressed groin to groin, Kevin felt the unmistakable hardness of Owen’s cock through his jeans.

Owen rolled his pelvis. His erection rubbed against Kevin’s. A flash flood of heat roared through Kevin’s body, fraying his consciousness at the edges.

Fainting like a wuss was just not allowed to happen. Especially before sex.

With a monumental effort, he broke the kiss. “Bedroom.” He gave Owen’s shoulders a light smack. “Put me down.”

Owen obediently set him on his feet, looking dazed. “Bedroom?”

Kevin nodded. “Lube. Condoms.” Cupping Owen’s groin in one hand, he leaned in and nipped at his chest through his ancient UNC T-shirt. “C’mon.”

“Lube’s good.” Owen lifted Kevin’s chin and kissed him again, a light, teasing kiss that made Kevin want to rip his clothes off and attack him right there on the throw rug in front of the door. “Do we have to use rubbers though? I don’t have anything and I’m betting you don’t either.”

“I don’t, but that’s not the point.”

“Hm.” Owen trailed his lips down the side of Kevin’s neck.

Shivers ran down Kevin’s spine. “Shit. Don’t make me go all medical professional on your hot ass. No rubbers, no…” He wracked his brain for something to rhyme with rubbers, but either nothing did or Owen was screwing up his ability to think straight. “Other…s. Other stuff. Dammit.”

Owen snickered. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, well, I hope you like sucking, because that’s all there’ll be without protection.”

Owen drew back, his gaze heavy. “I guess we’re using ’em then, ’cause I want you to fuck me.”

Oh, God. Kevin’s knees went weak. He licked his lips. “I want me to fuck you too. C’mon.”

This time, Owen let Kevin take his hand and tug him toward the bedroom. Not that they managed to get all the way there without stopping for a kiss or three on the way. In fact, by the time they’d reached the short hallway leading to the two small bedrooms and tiny bath, Kevin had given up on walking like a normal person and turned around to move backward, the better to unbuckle Owen’s belt as they went. He told himself it saved time.

He got the belt undone as the two of them stumbled through his bedroom door. Before he could start on Owen’s jeans, Owen swept him into another mind-melting kiss. Kevin stood there, clinging to Owen for dear life while each curl of Owen’s tongue around his sent a little more of his brainpower spiraling down into his cock along with most of the blood in his body.

“Fuck, you kiss good,” Kevin breathed when he and Owen finally came up for air.

“I was thinking the same thing. About you, I mean.” Owen grinned. “We’re in your bedroom.”

Kevin laughed. “So we are.” Taking hold of the hem of Owen’s T-shirt, he tugged it up until he hit arms. “Off.”

The teasing expression vanished from Owen’s face, replaced by the lust Kevin expected and a vulnerability that surprised him. Owen pulled off his T-shirt and let it fall to the floor. Kevin leaned in to suck up a purple mark on Owen’s collarbone.

“Oh. Fuck. Kev.” Owen tugged at Kevin’s shirt, wordless but eloquent.

Shaking with eagerness, Kevin peeled himself off Owen’s bare chest, tore off his own shirt and lunged forward again, intent on decorating that gorgeous expanse of bronze skin with more love bites.

Owen stopped him by grasping his shoulders. “Bed now. Go.”

Kevin went, dragging Owen with him by the belt loops. They tumbled onto the bed with Owen on top. Kevin wound his fingers into Owen’s hair and angled his head to kiss him again. He ran his free hand over Owen’s back and shoulders, tracing the bulge of hard muscles with his palm. Hooking a leg around Owen’s waist, he used all his strength to try to force the big, solid body down more firmly onto his.

Owen resisted, holding himself up on his forearms. “I’ll crush you.” His voice was a rough, strained whisper against Kevin’s lips.
“Don’t care.” Kevin dipped his head to suck at the juncture of Owen’s neck and shoulder. Owen moaned low and sweet, and Kevin committed that spot to memory.

“But… Oooh. God.” A hard shudder shook Owen’s body when Kevin dragged the tip of his tongue up Owen’s neck and around the back of his ear, another fact Kevin stored away for later use. “Fuck. Sorry, but I’m not a patient guy, and you’re seriously turning me on here. Can we fuck now?” Owen pushed back enough to look into Kevin’s eyes. “There’ll be plenty of other times for taking it slow, I swear.”

Kevin stared at the sincerity in Owen’s face, the brown eyes wide with a kind of solemn desperation, and had to laugh. “In that case, yes, let’s fuck now. Horny bastard.”

Owen’s fake-stern face fell apart in a matter of seconds. Grinning like a demon, he sat back on his knees, bent and dug his tongue into Kevin’s navel. Kevin dissolved into surprised laughter. “No, stop it!” He tried to push Owen away.

“You’re ticklish?” Owen’s grin turned sly. He held Kevin’s wrists to the bed and traced his tongue in a feather-light circle over Kevin’s lower belly.

Kevin pressed his lips tightly together, but it didn’t do any good. His chest shook with stifled laughter, and he couldn’t keep himself from squirming.

Which clearly delighted Owen. He snickered. “We are so playing with this later. Right now, though…” Letting go of Kevin’s wrists, Owen untied the drawstring on the ratty sweatpants Kevin wore and eased them over his hips.

The way Owen looked at him then—like he was a long-sought treasure—made Kevin wish he could hang on to this moment. Keep it like a picture in his wallet.

Impossible, of course. The moment passed, as they all do. Not that Kevin could feel sorry about that, when Owen got Kevin’s sweatpants off, spread his thighs and deep-throated his cock as if it was easy.

Maybe it is, for him, mused the tiny portion of Kevin’s brain not caught up in the best blowjob he’d had in ages.

Written by Ally Blue


Ally is a rich and famous author of hot gay manlove. She travels the world in her private jet, being waited on hand and foot by her team of pretty young men who bring her umbrella drinks and make out for her pleasure . . . Okay, so that's her dream life. Her novels of Manlove & Angst are mostly written in her living room, in between working at the Evil Day Job and doing Mom Stuff. Oh, the glamorous life of an author!
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"Graceland – now available!" by Ally Blue was published on July 3rd, 2012 and is listed in Ally Blue, Excerpt, Now In eBook.

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Comments on "Graceland – now available!": 2 Comments

  1. Z.Allora wrote,

    Nice!!!!! Congrats!!!! Off to kindle… Hugs, Z.

  2. Ally Blue wrote,

    Thanks, Z! I hope you like it :D

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