June 2nd, 2005
Alexandria & Roberto
Christmas with Wistan & Dreaming of Brandon Archer
What are they about?
Brandon Archer, a gorgeous and successful New York City erotica writer, hates
Christmas. In fact, it brings back a lot of bad memories from his childhood. On
Christmas Eve, instead of getting into the spirit with family and friends, he decides
to spend it having anonymous sex with strangers.
A taxi ride that he thinks will take him to his favorite gay bar will take him
somewhere else completely. Frozen in time with Wistan, a giant of a ghost with a
grudge to bear and a hard on for Brandon to boot…Brandon is about to take a trip
back though his life…showing him what it would have been like if Wistan hadn’t
given him the gift of writing…warning him to reform himself…or lose the gift.
Christmas with Wistan was written by Brandon (aka...D.J. manly).
In Dreaming of Brandon Archer, Eric is given the manuscript of Brandon Archer to
edit. Keep reading to find out what happens!
Eric has always been a little different. He sees spirits, so he is perfectly
suited for the paranormal investigators squad. He is also lonely. Along with
ghost busting, the fact that a pesky ghost named Max has attached himself to
Eric for the last few years, doesn’t win him many dates. To ease the
loneliness, he reads and edits romantica fiction for Ruby Red Books. For
some time, he has been dreaming of Brandon Archer, a big time erotica
fiction writer. Then the impossible happens, right before Christmas,
Brandon Archer gives his latest book “Christmas with Wistan” to Ruby Red
Books to publish. When Eric is asked to edit ‘Christmas with Wistan,’ he is
thrilled, and excited by the possibility that he may finally meet the gorgeous,
sexy Brandon Archer at an upcoming Ruby Red Christmas party. However,
a portal haunting with a genuine soul eater…not to mention Max, Eric’s
enamored ghost, may provide some indomitable barriers.
Excerpt from Christmas with Wistan:
I already had my coat off. Allan pulled my t-shirt off as well. “Brandon,” he
moaned, coming close enough to flick his tongue out over one of my nipples,
“you’re beautiful baby.”
Whether I was truly beautiful or not, he sure as hell made me feel that way.
And when he undid the belt of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips,
I’d thought I’d died and gone to heaven. His sight of his cock made mine do
somersaults. I slid down on my knees, and took what I could of it in my
mouth. Looking back, if it would have been today…shit…I could have done
so much more with it. But, in spite of my promiscuity, I wasn’t all that
experienced…and giving a blow job was still somewhat of a challenge for
me…especially when it came to swallowing. However, Allan appeared to
enjoy my amateurish sucking and pulling on his cock because he made
appreciative sounds in his throat, and buried his hands in my hair.
My, how times have changed
Never mind that, smart ass.
Suddenly, Allan pulled me up into his arms, kissed me hard, and ran his
hands all over me. Yanking on my pants, he tore them down over my hips
and clutched my buttocks in his hands. “Brandon,” he murmured, kissing my
neck, running his tongue down my throat to one nipple, then the other. “I
want you.”
That made me crazy. We moved with each other across the floor to the pull
out sofa, which of course, wasn’t pulled out. Allan pushed me down on it,
and within seconds we were on the floor.
Excerpt from Dreaming of Brandon Archer:
He ignored him, turning back to the computer screen. I’d love to see all of
you naked. Shit. He couldn’t believe he’d just written that.
Really?
Oh yeah.
You’re incorrigible, Eric.
You’re so damn sweet.
How do you know that? Haven’t tasted me yet.
I’d love to taste you.
Come and see me.
Oh shit. Did he just invite him to come and…ah… I can’t.
Why not?
I…I have company.
Send them home.
I can’t do that either. It’s work company.
Ahh. You’re a tease, Eric.
No. Well, maybe…but then your books have teased me enough.
Tell me about that.
They make me so hot. I get naked, I read your books, and I jack off.
Correction. You read sections of my books, and jack off.
Ha ha. Okay. That’s right. I read sections of your books and jack off. Is it
true that you write from your own personal sexual experience?
Who else’s sexual experience can I write from?
I’m so damn horny right now talking to you. Does that make sense?
Probably not. Are you hard?
God yes.
Unzip your pants.
I already did that, believe me.
Take it out.
He licked his lips, and pulled his cock out of his open zipper. He shouldn’t be
doing this.
Stroke it, Eric.
I’m stroking.
I’m there with you. I’m down on my knees just in front of your open thighs.
He swallowed, picturing Brandon Archer on his knees in front of him. His
swollen cock pulsed in his fist. He closed his eyes for a minute, then, opened
them again. Brandon.
REVIEWS:
Dreaming of Brandon Archer
Eric happens to be the one to edit Brandon’s new book. Brandon is drawn to Eric and
flirts shamelessly despite the constant interference by a jealous ghost. Brandon and Eric
search for something in each other, hoping to find true love, except Max seems to pull
prank after prank.
This was my first m/m book but this was written with such conviction and tenderness that
Eric and Brandon could not love anyone else but each other. Each was truly made for
the other. Dreaming of Brandon Archer is not just a love story; it also has another
spectacular “ghost” story intertwined. I was hooked from the beginning all the way to the end.
Matilda
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
What are they about?
Brandon Archer, a gorgeous and successful New York City erotica writer, hates
Christmas. In fact, it brings back a lot of bad memories from his childhood. On
Christmas Eve, instead of getting into the spirit with family and friends, he decides
to spend it having anonymous sex with strangers.
A taxi ride that he thinks will take him to his favorite gay bar will take him
somewhere else completely. Frozen in time with Wistan, a giant of a ghost with a
grudge to bear and a hard on for Brandon to boot…Brandon is about to take a trip
back though his life…showing him what it would have been like if Wistan hadn’t
given him the gift of writing…warning him to reform himself…or lose the gift.
Christmas with Wistan was written by Brandon (aka...D.J. manly).
In Dreaming of Brandon Archer, Eric is given the manuscript of Brandon Archer to
edit. Keep reading to find out what happens!
Eric has always been a little different. He sees spirits, so he is perfectly
suited for the paranormal investigators squad. He is also lonely. Along with
ghost busting, the fact that a pesky ghost named Max has attached himself to
Eric for the last few years, doesn’t win him many dates. To ease the
loneliness, he reads and edits romantica fiction for Ruby Red Books. For
some time, he has been dreaming of Brandon Archer, a big time erotica
fiction writer. Then the impossible happens, right before Christmas,
Brandon Archer gives his latest book “Christmas with Wistan” to Ruby Red
Books to publish. When Eric is asked to edit ‘Christmas with Wistan,’ he is
thrilled, and excited by the possibility that he may finally meet the gorgeous,
sexy Brandon Archer at an upcoming Ruby Red Christmas party. However,
a portal haunting with a genuine soul eater…not to mention Max, Eric’s
enamored ghost, may provide some indomitable barriers.
Excerpt from Christmas with Wistan:
I already had my coat off. Allan pulled my t-shirt off as well. “Brandon,” he
moaned, coming close enough to flick his tongue out over one of my nipples,
“you’re beautiful baby.”
Whether I was truly beautiful or not, he sure as hell made me feel that way.
And when he undid the belt of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips,
I’d thought I’d died and gone to heaven. His sight of his cock made mine do
somersaults. I slid down on my knees, and took what I could of it in my
mouth. Looking back, if it would have been today…shit…I could have done
so much more with it. But, in spite of my promiscuity, I wasn’t all that
experienced…and giving a blow job was still somewhat of a challenge for
me…especially when it came to swallowing. However, Allan appeared to
enjoy my amateurish sucking and pulling on his cock because he made
appreciative sounds in his throat, and buried his hands in my hair.
My, how times have changed
Never mind that, smart ass.
Suddenly, Allan pulled me up into his arms, kissed me hard, and ran his
hands all over me. Yanking on my pants, he tore them down over my hips
and clutched my buttocks in his hands. “Brandon,” he murmured, kissing my
neck, running his tongue down my throat to one nipple, then the other. “I
want you.”
That made me crazy. We moved with each other across the floor to the pull
out sofa, which of course, wasn’t pulled out. Allan pushed me down on it,
and within seconds we were on the floor.
Excerpt from Dreaming of Brandon Archer:
He ignored him, turning back to the computer screen. I’d love to see all of
you naked. Shit. He couldn’t believe he’d just written that.
Really?
Oh yeah.
You’re incorrigible, Eric.
You’re so damn sweet.
How do you know that? Haven’t tasted me yet.
I’d love to taste you.
Come and see me.
Oh shit. Did he just invite him to come and…ah… I can’t.
Why not?
I…I have company.
Send them home.
I can’t do that either. It’s work company.
Ahh. You’re a tease, Eric.
No. Well, maybe…but then your books have teased me enough.
Tell me about that.
They make me so hot. I get naked, I read your books, and I jack off.
Correction. You read sections of my books, and jack off.
Ha ha. Okay. That’s right. I read sections of your books and jack off. Is it
true that you write from your own personal sexual experience?
Who else’s sexual experience can I write from?
I’m so damn horny right now talking to you. Does that make sense?
Probably not. Are you hard?
God yes.
Unzip your pants.
I already did that, believe me.
Take it out.
He licked his lips, and pulled his cock out of his open zipper. He shouldn’t be
doing this.
Stroke it, Eric.
I’m stroking.
I’m there with you. I’m down on my knees just in front of your open thighs.
He swallowed, picturing Brandon Archer on his knees in front of him. His
swollen cock pulsed in his fist. He closed his eyes for a minute, then, opened
them again. Brandon.
REVIEWS:
Dreaming of Brandon Archer
Eric happens to be the one to edit Brandon’s new book. Brandon is drawn to Eric and
flirts shamelessly despite the constant interference by a jealous ghost. Brandon and Eric
search for something in each other, hoping to find true love, except Max seems to pull
prank after prank.
This was my first m/m book but this was written with such conviction and tenderness that
Eric and Brandon could not love anyone else but each other. Each was truly made for
the other. Dreaming of Brandon Archer is not just a love story; it also has another
spectacular “ghost” story intertwined. I was hooked from the beginning all the way to the end.
Matilda
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
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