Today we’re interviewing Amelia Gormley, author of The Impulse Trilogy. There’s also an excerpt from one of Amelia’s works and a giveaway! How’s that for a way to start your week?
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1. Tell us a little about yourself. What you do, either for a living or for fun or both.
At present I’m a stay-at-home mom. I was laid-off from my job and went back to school and while I was studying to become a midwife, I became pregnant with my son. He’s about to start kindergarten so I’m almost back to that “having a life” stage of things.
For fun, I have a number of hobbies. I crochet and do cross-stitch, I’m an avid reader, of course, and I’m also a gamer.
2. What’s a fun fact about you? Something unique, a particular talent?
Well, I’m an avid singer. My biggest brush with fame, such as it is, is that in high school I co-starred in the spring musical with the amazingly talented singer/songwriter Casey Stratton who has released some truly spectacular albums. Signs of Life is a particular favorite. It’s a very strong, honest album.
3. Ideal man/woman/one of each?
I’m pretty much obligated by law and common decency to say “my husband” here, right? If not, oh well, at least I score spousal cred.
If we want to talk just in terms of physical perfection, my latest male crush is Brazilian model Rafael Lazzini, who is just astonishingly beautiful. My ideal of female perfection is actress Indira Varma. She’s gorgeous.
4. What are your favorite movies/books/TV shows?
Oh, gosh. We could be here all day. I’m very eclectic. I love British romantic comedy. Love Actually, Bridget Jones, Four Weddings and a Funeral, etc. I love musicals, so Dreamgirls, Hairspray, Chicago, Grease, and of course, RENT, which I was actually fortunate enough to see on Broadway back in 2001. I can’t wait for Les Miserables. I’ve seen it four times in the theatre and I’m very excited for the movie. Harry Potter (books and movies,) Lord of the Rings (books and movies,) historical/period dramas (come on, who doesn’t love Pride and Prejudice?)
Books, God, where to begin? I love Jacqueline Carey’s Kushiel series. Her prose is just so lush and gorgeous; I can’t get enough of it. David Weber’s Honor Harrington series is some brilliant space opera with a strong female protagonist. To this day I still go back and reread Marion Zimmer Bradley’s The Mists of Avalon from time to time. Then of course there’s a huge selection of urban fantasy, horror, romance both contemporary and historical, etc.
I don’t want a huge amount of TV. I confess I do watch Glee. I know it’s an extremely problematic show on a number of levels. Ryan Murphy has a very warped perception of women, but there are just too many truths from my own high school experience way back when to not watch it and just nod my head “yep yep mmhm.” I loved Rome, The Tudors, The West Wing, Buffy, Babylon 5, Dr. Quinn. The X-Files. As you can tell, my TV viewing dropped off sharply about five years ago so I’m a bit out of date. Hmm. My son is five. Wonder if there’s a connection?
5. What brought you to Coffee and Porn in the Morning? What’s your favorite part?
I discovered Coffee and Porn in the Morning earlier this year when an author I follow did a guest blog spot here, and I’ve kept coming back for all the lovely, lovely porn. There have been some truly amazing images posted here.
6. Which fictional character do you most wish were real?
My latest fictional boyfriend is Gwaine from BBC’s Merlin. It’s like someone took all of Gavin’s cocky sass and combined it with Derrick’s everyman down-to-earthiness and put it in Derrick’s body. I just adore him. If I could spend some time hanging out with him, I’d be very, very happy.
7. Do you have any guilty pleasures you’d like to confess?
Oh, no. I’m shameless. My pleasures are 100% guilt-free. What would you like to know? My comparisons of the Eroscillator versus the Hitachi Magic Wand? That time I paid to be flogged at Folsom Street Fair by an amazing dom who was doing whippings for charity? (No, seriously, this guy was incredible. I saw him snip the lit end off a cigarette in someone’s mouth with a 30-foot bullwhip. Yowza.) The fact that I’ve actually tried Nutter Butter cookies dipped in chocolate sauce?
I actually liked Howard the Duck. There. I guess that counts as a guilty pleasure.
8. Is there anything else you would like our readers to know about you?
Only that I’m very pleased to be here on Coffee and Porn in the Morning today, and that I hope to return in a few months when Acceleration, Book Two of my series comes out. For now I hope they enjoy the deleted scene from Book One.
The scene I’ve chosen to share today is actually one that you won’t find in Inertia. It’s from the final chapter, and in the editing process I got the feeling that the book was a little over-loaded with sex at the back end (you’ll pardon the pun) and that there was really nothing this scene accomplished in terms of character development – even along the lines of sexual discovery – that the frottage on the kitchen floor from the scene before didn’t accomplish. But it was hard to cut it, because I love me some frottage. One of the things I love best about the decision to take my time working up to penetrative sex with Gavin and Derrick was getting a chance to feature frottage so strongly.
So, here. Have some frotting in the morning.
He awoke Monday morning with Gavin pressed against his back. It took him a moment to realize the chiming sound he heard was the alarm on Gavin’s phone. With a disgruntled mutter, Gavin dragged himself out of bed and located his phone, turning the alarm off.
“God, I hate mornings.”
Derrick smiled, folding his arm under his pillow to tuck it beneath his head as he murmured sleepily, “Usually I like ‘em, but I’m not sure I wanna get up just yet.”
Gavin dropped his phone on the bedside table as he sat back on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “Neither do I.”
“A few more minutes won’t make us too late, will it?” Derrick reached behind him, lifting the covers in invitation.
Chuckling, Gavin slipped back under them, curling himself around Derrick’s back again.
“I don’t think a few minutes will ruin our respective mornings, no.”
Better. Derrick smiled and wriggled to nestle his back against Gavin.
“I should warn you, I wake up cheerful, but I’m a terrible layabout when I’ve got someone to lay about with.”
It wasn’t precisely true; by the time he and LeeAnn had begun sleeping together, staying the night away from home hadn’t been a possibility. Until the first morning with Gavin, he’d never awoken with anyone.
He felt Gavin’s lips against the back of his shoulder. “I’m always a terrible layabout. This may be a bad combination.”
“Yet I still can’t manage to mind,” Derrick answered, pulling Gavin’s arm around him and wriggling again. He liked the feel of Gavin’s morning erection pressed against his ass and lower back.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” Gavin rocked his hips against Derrick’s ass, a gentle push. Nothing too aggressive.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Do you mind?” He turned his head over his shoulder, unable to see Gavin from his position, but trying anyway.
“No.” Gavin lifted his head, brushing Derrick’s lips with a soft kiss. His hand came around Derrick’s hip, his fingertips sliding along the sensitive skin of Derrick’s groin. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Then don’t.” Derrick shivered, an anticipatory sigh—nearly a moan—slipping from his lips. Gavin’s fingers continued to move, closer and closer to Derrick’s cock but never touching, until Derrick squirmed again, trying to force the contact. “Please.”
There it was, the feather-light stroke of Gavin’s fingertips along the length of his cock. Derrick gave a quiet moan, and Gavin pressed his hips against Derrick’s ass, his voice a little raspier against Derrick’s ear.
“I like how you sound when you say ‘please.’ When you need it so much, you beg for it.”
“Oh, God.” Those light touches were going to drive him crazy, the teasing of Gavin’s fingers rather than the firm pressure of his fist. “Please….”
Gavin’s hand grasped his cock. His tongue slid along the shell of Derrick’s ear as he moved his hips again, grinding against Derrick’s ass at the same pace as the pumping of his fist.
Derrick groaned low, moving back and forth, trying to meet the strokes of Gavin’s fist and the hard pressure against his ass at the same time.
“That’s it,” he panted, turning his face into the pillow. “God… your hand….”
Gavin’s other hand slid into his hair, pulling his head back.
“No. Don’t hide your face. Talk to me. Let me hear you.”
He ground against Derrick’s back harder, faster. His palm curled around the head of Derrick’s cock. It was insane, Derrick thought wildly, feeling his climax already mounting. As many times as he’d come this weekend, Gavin still had him ready to explode after just a few minutes of stroking.
Gavin wanted his voice.
Derrick licked his lips, his mouth dry from panting.
“God, this feels so good.” He felt vaguely silly, trying to talk dirty. He stammered to a halt, pleasure dampened by a surge of self-consciousness.
“What feels good? Say it.” An edge of command crept into Gavin’s tone and his hand pumped harder. “Say it!”
“You touching me. Feeling how hard you are… Please… Jesus, please… don’t stop….”
Gavin’s voice growled low against his ear. “You like that? You like how hard you make me? Like feeling it against you?”
He rocked fast and hard against the crack of Derrick’s ass, each thrust stopping at the hollow in the small of his back. Derrick could feel the skin there getting slick and wet. Derrick licked his lips again,
“You do. I can tell. You’re so fucking hard in my hand. You’re close, aren’t you? Aren’t you, Derrick?”
Derrick’s fingers dug into Gavin’s forearm above the hand gripping his hip, thrusting into his fist, fucking it, before pushing back against Gavin’s dick. “God, yeah… I do… I am… soon, now… Jesus, soon….”
Gavin tightened his grip, pumping faster. “Beg me for it, if you want it. I want to hear it.”
Derrick’s eyes rolled open in surprise, slamming shut again with the next stroke. Gavin pulled his head back further, arching his neck. Derrick swallowed, his breath coming faster and hard through his strained throat.
“God, please! Please! Wanna come… in your hand… Gav… please….”
Quicker, tighter, Gavin’s hand moved almost violently, his hips never still, driving his cock up and down along Derrick’s ass. Derrick groaned; the dark curtain of his eyelids sparkled and flashed as he strained for his orgasm. His balls were drawn up with unbearable tension, throbbing with the need to release the pressure within.
“God, you sound so sexy when you beg. I want to feel that. Come in my hand, Derrick. Go on….”
Like he could hold back even if he wanted to, Derrick thought, bucking between Gavin’s hand and dick. A low, continuous moan began, getting louder with each stroke, and finally breaking on a breathless shout, his cock swelling and pulsing in Gavin’s hand.
“Just like that,” Gavin murmured, barely audible through the rush of blood in Derrick’s ears. His hand squeezed Derrick’s cock for a moment, drawing out those last weak spurts, before releasing him. He caressed Derrick’s dick as it began to soften, then removed his hand. The rocking of his hips slowed momentarily, but never stopped. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
Derrick turned his face toward the pillow, panting ragged breaths. “How do you manage that?” he gasped.
“Being so insanely sexy?” he asked with a breathless, giddy laugh, not entirely sure he could think clearly enough to speak sense.
Gavin chuckled behind his ear. “I’m flattered.”
Derrick smiled, still feeling dazed, high. He wriggled against Gavin, who continued to rock against his ass, his rhythm steady.
“It’s true. God, that was… about the hottest thing… ever.”
Gavin didn’t answer, a fact for which Derrick was grateful, since he couldn’t explain it any further. He wasn’t sure why it had been so hot. The commanding note in Gavin’s voice had certainly helped.
Instead of questioning, Gavin rolled his hips faster. “You feel amazing….”
He loved this, Derrick thought, pushing back against Gavin’s cock. He loved knowing Gavin felt as eager for him as he did for Gavin. He loved knowing the wanting wasn’t just a one-way thing.
“So do you.”
Gavin began to move faster, moaning behind Derrick’s ear. Derrick rolled forward, and reached back, squeezing Gavin’s thigh and pulling it over his, trying to draw Gavin closer.
Gavin’s breath rasped harder. His hand gripped Derrick’s hip, dragging him back to meet his insistent thrusts. Distracted from trying to make sense of Gavin’s insensible mutter, Derrick moaned, adding his own motion to create more pressure, pushing back against Gavin.
He wanted this, this pantomime of fucking. Since last night on the kitchen floor, when he’d seen their bodies moving together, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, what it would be like to have Gavin’s cock doing what his tongue had done in the shower. He wasn’t sure why Gavin hadn’t presented the idea, and so he didn’t ask for it, not without knowing Gavin’s reasons.
But here, like this, with Gavin rocking against his ass, he could imagine it.
“Go, Gav,” he murmured, digging his fingers into Gavin’s thigh, adding just a touch of the pain Gavin liked. “Let me feel you.”
Rocking, thrusting, panting, groaning, Gavin’s movements became harder, his grip tighter, his sounds more desperate. He felt the moment Gavin went still, his powerful shudder, the scalding splash against his back. He hummed, releasing his grip on Gavin’s thigh, caressing it instead. Gavin’s skin was hot, flushed, damp.
Gavin pressed his face against the back of Derrick’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he murmured, “I guess that was more than a couple of minutes.”
Derrick chuckled, the sound transforming to a full-throated laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry for that?” Gavin panted, his voice amused.
Derrick began to laugh. Could it be possible to actually be high from sex?
“I lied. I’m not. Not even a little. Damn, I’m having fun.”
Gavin echoed the laugh, and Derrick felt him kiss the back of his neck. He closed his eyes, the gesture replacing humor with a surge of tenderness.
“So am I,” Gavin agreed in a murmur. “I wish we didn’t have to get out of bed at all, but….”
Derrick sighed, nodded. “Yeah. I don’t get sick days, and today my client’s a real piece of work. I shouldn’t be late. Guess we should get to the shower, huh?”
He felt Gavin’s nod. “Yeah, we should. Separate, so we don’t get distracted again.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Probably a good idea, there.”
Gavin chuckled. “Go ahead, then. I’ll start the coffee while you shower.”
Pulling away from Gavin’s body was far harder than he could ever have imagined it being. He made himself do it, wanting nothing more than to find a reason to stay for another minute, or another hour.
Instead, he turned and gave Gavin a soft kiss. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Gavin slid a hand along his jaw and into his hair, kissing him in return.
Breaking off, Derrick drew away, doing his best to wipe his back with the sheet he knew they’d be changing anyway before picking up his overnight bag and padding to the bathroom off the bedroom closet.
An Object At Rest
Quiet, down-to-earth Detroit handyman Derrick Chance has had enough loss for a lifetime and he has no intention of ever risking his heart again. Living alone in the old house his grandparents left him, with only his dog and a few close friends for companionship, he has written off the possibility of romance or even sex. He refuses to consider himself lonely, or wonders what he might be missing. His life is organized, predictable, and, best of all, risk-free.
Until the day he installs shelves for accountant Gavin Hayes. With his contradictory combination of confidence and self-doubt, Gavin draws Derrick in with an intensity he’s never known. As undeniable as gravity, Derrick finds himself falling for Gavin in defiance of all his usual slow and methodical ways. But Gavin carries wounds of his own. Fresh from an emotionally abusive relationship that ended with a dangerous betrayal, his future is far from certain. Can Derrick choose passion over safety, and let himself believe that Gavin is worth the risk?
Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her five year old is napping. When she’s not writing, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into a everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else. Her first novella from the Impulse Trilogy is available through Amazon and Smashwords.
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