The latest little piece of erotica out is called The Carrot In You. It is, indeed, what the title suggests. Very literally. The story follows the tale of young (ish) Dan, the scruffy and handsome, in his search for enlightenment at a retreat in India. All Dan was looking for a good fast, a detox and a fresh start for his life as a more spiritually aware person. What he finds instead is love and sex and sexy sexy carrot-shifters.
There’s steamy erotic sex and naked butts and exotic locations. And above all; a gay love story to span time and space.
The story is now available at Amazon, Apple, Kobo, 24Symbols, B&N, Page Foundry and Tolino
Next week: there will be dinos and werewolves and sexy MM action and sweet romancy-sort of things.
The bus doors slammed shut behind them and the bus screeched off raising a hefty dust cloud.
“Welcome!” The man greeted them. “I’m here to check all of you are accounted for and to escort you to our most holy retreat of… holy good times.” He had a thick mustache that was almost the same exact brown as his skin, and a flat comb-over. “My name is Hardeep Chander, but you can just call me Hardeep,” he smiled. Dan was lost in his huge brown eyes and the thick lashes shadowing them.
“Har-… hardy?” Dan tried. He looked at Skye.
Skye glanced back and shrugged. “Hawrdey?”
“… Or Andy,” Hardeep smiled. His eyes looked resigned.
The Carrot In You coming out this week! Finally! And I got something short and terrible as a freebie this week too! Stay tuned!
Dan picked up the carrot and rubbed his beard. These things were all over the place. Couldn’t go 5 steps without a carrot in front of you. Or 8 paces. All paths led to carrots.
He turned it over. It looked vaguely familiar. Maybe this was the same carrot he just picked up from the common area floor? Had the same two dots on it. “This fasting is messing with my brain”, he though. It’s a carrot. They pretty much all look the same. And that wasn’t a veganist thing to think. They’re carrots. They don’t care. Vegphobic? Didn’t quite roll off the tongue. Vega was a moon or something, wasn’t it? Couldn’t really say you were a ”vegaphobic” then, unless you wanted to hate on a piece of rock floating in space for no reason.
He turned to go back to the cooking hut and felt a little dizzy from the movement.
Yup, definitely just brain going screwy from the fasting. ”Boy, I underestimated how much detoxing I had to do”, he thought. All those years working with computers at the office, sitting in chairs and all that capitalistic corporate bullshit. ”No wonder my body’s a hot pocket of toxic pustules filled with Western impurities. I could’ve died”, he nodded grimly.