Hello all, I’m CJane Elliott and my novel Serpentine Walls was released by Dreamspinner Press on October 30th. I’ve published three novellas through Dreamspinner but this is my first novel-length work and I’m excited to share it with everyone.
Reeling from the news that his parents are divorcing, Pete Morgan starts his junior year at college cynical about love and commitment. Although his new openness to one-night stands does wonders for his sex life, fighting his romantic nature proves harder than he’d anticipated. He soon finds himself pining for a glamorous senior, Aidan, who doesn’t mind taking Pete to bed but shows no interest in commitment—at least not with Pete. And Pete’s attempt at a “friends-with-benefits” relationship with sophomore Jed leaves Pete feeling empty.
One bright spot in Pete’s year is Matthew, an easygoing graduate student who assists Pete in making his first film. Matthew has some baggage too, and has sworn off relationships and sex altogether, so Pete feels safe to enjoy their friendship. But he falls for Matthew anyway, not able to fight his growing conviction that Matthew is the perfect guy for him. Even if Pete can accept that he made a mistake when he turned his back on relationships, that doesn’t mean Matthew will feel the same. With a few life lessons under his belt, Pete’s ready to take a chance on love. As he finds the courage to bare his heart to Matthew, he can only hope that Matthew will take a chance with him.
People often ask how I became a fiction writer. I’ll tell you a story that I posted on my blog. I actually was a fiction writer when I was young. But then something happened that stopped me from writing again for years.
I started writing “erotic” romance stories as a preteen. Well, I wrote one story. I was twelve, as I recall. There was no Internet in those days so I wrote this story entirely without prompting. Let’s call it Callie C. Callie C was the story of a teenage girl, Callie, who found herself at a party and when she looked around “all the girl’s blouses were off.” I don’t remember how poor Callie got out of that situation, but I did also provide illustrations. And it was based on real life, as I used to sit in the backseat of the car, listening avidly, while my older sister’s friend told her about her sexual exploits.
Here comes the sad part. My older brother found my story and I came home one day to find him reading it out loud to my family at the dinner table, amid much laughter. That was it on my budding career as an erotic fiction writer. I never wrote fiction again. Until…
Fast forward several decades. The Internet is born and I stumble on to the wild, weird world of fan fiction. Erotic fiction! Yes, of the male/male variety, but who cares? It’s hot. And people are writing it and having fun and no one is reading it out loud and laughing at the author, at least not where I can see them.
So I start writing, too. And I find that I have an endless well of stories to tell. I enjoy it, others enjoy reading it, and a few years later, I submit a story to Dreamspinner. They accept it and lo and behold, I’m a published writer. I never saw that coming.
Do you have something you used to love to do as a child that got squashed through some humiliation or embarrassing experience? And is it something you might give yourself permission to do again now that you’re older?
While you think on that, here is a sexy snippet from Serpentine Walls. It’s a part from the first sexual encounter that my MC Pete has with his super-crush, Aidan.
Pete inhaled shakily, breathing in Aidan’s spicy scent, savoring the warmth of Aidan’s mouth as it moved along his skin. He cupped Aidan’s head with his hand, letting his fingers sink into his long hair. That he was playing with Aidan Emery’s hair at all, after years of fantasizing about it, was incredible. He gave it an experimental tug and was rewarded by the pleased sound Aidan made in the back of his throat.
“Let’s get horizontal. But first, take this off.” Aidan pushed Pete’s T-shirt up and over his head. “Oh,” he said, green eyes scanning his chest, “you’re so pretty.”
Pretty? Pete considered that even worse than being called adorable, but fuck—Aidan could call him anything he wanted as long as he kept rubbing his thumbs over Pete’s nipples like that.
“I gotta lie down for this,” Pete breathed, feeling dizzy, and Aidan just smirked, the sexy bastard.
As Pete lowered his back to the floor, Aidan followed, lying on top of him but bracing himself with his elbows so their lower bodies melded together and—oh, hello. Aidan wore tight pants that made no secret of the fact he was well endowed, but his huge cock rubbing up against Pete’s own was—God. Pete grabbed Aidan’s ass with both hands and pulled him closer without even thinking about it.
“I like your hands on me.” Aidan’s mouth formed a sexy pout as he moved his hips in a slow grind, but when he and Pete made simultaneous “mmmmm” sounds, Aidan’s pout morphed into a grin. “We hummed in stereo!”
Pete laughed. “We make beautiful music together, schweetheart,” he drawled in his best Bogart imitation. Maybe it was the pot helping him relax and float along in the moment, or the fact that his body was alive with all kinds of pleasurable sensations, but he wasn’t intimidated any more.
“We really do.”Aidan leaned down to rub their noses together. Pete stifled another laugh. “What?” He pulled back, pretending to be offended. “You don’t like my Eskimo kisses?”
“They’re great. There’s only one problem.”
Pete could stare up into those green eyes forever. “You have too many clothes on.”
“Oh. Now that is a problem.”
Aidan rolled off him and sat up to unbutton his shirt.
“That’s a great shirt,” Pete said as he watched, and then winced. How is that relevant, dumbass?
But Aidan looked pleased as he removed it. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorites.” He smiled over at Pete, who was still lying flat on the floor. “Well?”
“Aren’t you going to help me take my clothes off?”
“Oh. My bad.” Pete sat up and went for Aidan’s silver belt. But when Aidan scooted forward and straddled Pete, and his… assets were right there, Pete’s fingers got stupid.
Aidan took Pete’s fumbling hands away, placing one of them squarely on the generous bulge in his pants while he made short work of his belt. As the belt fell to the rug with a soft clank, Pete came out of his shock at finding his hand on Aidan’s crotch and gave a tentative stroke up and down. His cock felt… big. Massive. Huge. Ginor—
“Nice,” Aidan purred, interrupting Pete’s inner babbling by opening his legs even more and thrusting up into Pete’s hand.
“God, you’re—” Pete lost the words, knocked breathless by Aidan’s wanton offering of himself. He tried again. “You… unh.” Giving up on speech, he gripped and stroked Aidan’s dick through his trousers with more intent.
“So good.” It was a sultry murmur. Aidan popped the button on his pants. “Hold on,” he said, moving Pete’s hand away so he could lower his zipper, then guiding it back.
“Ah, fuck,” Pete whispered when his hand collided, not with underwear as he had expected, but with warm, velvety skin. He closed his hand around Aidan’s large, hard, and very naked cock, reeling at the realization that Aidan had gone commando tonight. That was so fucking hot.
“I wanna….” He slid his fingers down Aidan’s cock. “I wanna kiss you.”
*** More About CJane Elliott: After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.