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Heavily Hit by Nostalgia
by Taylor V. Donovan
My name is Taylor V. Donovan and I’m an author of gay romance and suspense. Those of you who have read my work already know my stories are mostly inspired by everyday situations. For those of you who have yet to read my work and have absolutely no clue what to expect, I’ll tell you that realism is my “thing.” There’s no magic penis that’ll cure anything and everything, but my characters are full of love, commitment, hope, and determination to be happy. Also, making my readers part of my characters’ journey is my main goal. The ride is never a quick or easy, but hopefully you’ll feel emotionally invested. 😉
Today I’m here to kick off my virtual tour for Heavy Hitters, my new book releasing June 24th. A million thank you’s to Under the Covers for having me. 😉
Heavy Hitters is the first title in my new(est) series, Caribbean Tales. All the stories will be standalones set in Puerto Rico and will explore the life journey of gay Puerto Rican characters living in a country mostly closed-off to their sexual orientation. A few days ago I blogged about the ingrained machismo in the Latino culture, which is one of the subjects I tackle in Heavy Hitters. Today I thought I’d lighten up a bit by talking about music and what inspired Caribbean Tales. To set the mood I’ve included one of Puerto Rico’s official tourism videos. If you can spare seven minutes or so, I’d suggest you watch it. It’ll help you get familiar with the setting of my stories. 😉
Ever heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder? I’ve been hearing people say the same since I was a kid, but I never knew the real meaning of it until I moved to NYC. Born and raised in Puerto Rico, it wasn’t until I decided I needed a new start that I packed my things and came here with my kids. We had no family here. No friends. I mainly worked, then went home and watched TV. I remember one night when I was lying on my bed, surfing channels, and all of a sudden there it was, the Miss Universe pageant. Now, let me tell you, I couldn’t care less about those shows, but I found myself mesmerized by this particular one. Not because physical beauty means all that to me, but because the pretty ladies clad in colorful bikinis had been filmed in the Castillo San Felipe del Morro, Cavernas del Río de Camuy,and the Cruceta del Vigía. I recognized those places. I’d visited them hundreds of times. That was my beautiful Puerto Rico on the TV, and it was the first time I was getting a glimpse of home since leaving all those months ago. I’m not going to lie. I cried.
I was overwhelmed by memories and the realization that I wasn’t part of that world anymore. And, from that moment on, I actively sought out anything and everything that would keep me connected to my people and my culture. It isn’t a total paradise down there. Like I said, there’s machismo and domestic violence along with the beautiful beaches. Gender roles are applied and religion is super important, and I don’t need to tell you that not many have jumped on the equality bandwagon, do I? Homosexuality is not exactly accepted, but people are friendly, family oriented, and extremely lovable. You take the good with the bad, right? That’s how we roll.
Fast-forward a few years and I’m still doing the same; seeking out Puerto Rican everything in the concrete jungle where I live. Food, shows, plays, the Puerto Rican Day Parade… you name it. Whatever it is, I want to eat it, see it, hear it or experience it. Why? ’Cause I miss home. I can’t tell you how much.
Music is a huge part of the Puerto Rican lifestyle. Believe me when I say we can’t really function without it. We sing and we dance. We celebrate everything. Families are big, so there’s always a birthday party, a wedding, a mixer… social calendars are busy! It’s the most wonderful chaos. Living in NYC I don’t get to experience any of that; not as often as I’d like, but I’ve attended a large number of shows, and going to Madison Square Garden to see a sold-out concert by an artist from my tiny tropical island makes me feel the kind of pride and joy I can barely describe. It was during one of those concerts the idea for this series was born.
The Garden has seen many Puerto Rican singers, but also our National basketball team, and several boxing champions. Before I knew it, I was mentally working out my characters’ backgrounds. I wanted them to be gay and they had to live in Puerto Rico. I wanted to tackle the bullying and discrimination our LGBT community faces on a daily basis. I wanted to revisit all the things I experienced with my best friend while we were growing up. And so Santino Malavé and Luca Jenaro Betancur were born. They both try to conform to what society expects from them. They both try to behave like “real men.” They grow up as best friends and they both have a difficult time accepting their orientation and coming out as gay. I never had to decide “what” they were going to be. Once the idea formed in my mind, I knew they’d be the kind of people adored by many fans. Santi fights himself constantly, so it was only natural for him to do the same on a professional level. Luca was always “easier” to deal with. He’s faithful to God, but not “religious.” He has strong ideas, and he wants to make a change. He told me early on he wanted to sing his message to the world.
If you watched the video posted above, you know Puerto Rico is famous for its salsa music—not to mention the Don Q and Bacardi rum—and, more recently, for reggaeton. In essence, reggaeton is danceable hip-hop, but the lyrics are mainly about sex and love. That too fit Luca perfectly, because, did I mention he’s one heck of a sexy man? He plays several musical instruments, and boy, can he sing. But that’s nothing compared to the way he moves his hips. And so that’s what he decided to do (to his mom’s dismay). He decided he would sing reggaeton because it is a fun and hyper-sexualized genre. What better place to hide than behind scantily clad female dancers that are always ready, willing, and unknowingly available to provide a smoke screen for his “perverted” sexuality? Also, he wanted to sing the kind of music that is native to Puerto Rico. This is a sample of it.
“Heavy Hitters” will introduce you to our folklore, our culture, our food, our ways, and our people. You’ll meet Santi and Luca when they are kids, and you’ll be right there with them through the years until they reach their thirties. Their journey won’t be an easy one, but I hope you come along for the ride until they reach their happy ending. 😉
Available June 24, 2016!
“I’m tired of arguing with you,” he grunted, cupping Luca’s junk with his hand, “so I’m going to give you what I can and—”
“Did you already forget that I’m not interested in hand jobs unless kisses are also included?”
“—you’re going to take it and be happy with it, and you’re going to stop thinking about going our separate ways,” Santi snapped.
“Take what you can give me and be happy with it?” Luca shoved him off and turned around in the blink of an eye. “Do I look that desperate to you?” he snarled. “Do you really believe I’m the kind of pathetic loser that would settle for scraps just because I’m in love with you?”
Santi wiped his eyes with his hand. “I never said that!”
Face red and nostrils flaring, Luca opened his pants, lowered his boxer briefs, and exposed himself.
“Oh God…” Santi’s gaze dropped to Luca’s groin.
He’d seen Luca’s cock a few times, but never that close when Luca was fully aroused, and not once after they kissed. Santi wasn’t prepared for the effect that looking at that veiny, dark red, hard as a club, pulsating, weeping at the tip, mouthwatering piece of meat would have on him.
He refused to think about the time he’d come in his shorts from just looking at Luca’s flaccid dick.
Santi’s heart ached. His breath quickened. His body temperature went up by a thousand degrees at the very least, and all his blood rushed into his cock.
“Fuck me, man,” he groaned.
Luca chuckled darkly. “And here I thought you’d be a top.”
Ignoring the taunt, Santi fought off the urge to drop to his knees and take the flared head of Luca’s swollen cock into his mouth.
Every muscle in his body was rigid from so much wanting and resisting. His head, neck, balls, and even his butt cheeks ached, probably because he hadn’t stopped clenching his ass since Luca assumed he wanted to get fucked.
Santi rubbed his face with a trembling hand. “Shit… shit… shit.”
The idea of having his body invaded in such a perverted way was scary yet thrilling. It made him weak in the knees and nauseous at the same time, and he knew he should run for the hills before he did something that would irrevocably alter the course of his life.
He stood exactly where he was.
He wanted Luca to push him on his back and plow his ass right. The. Fuck. Now.
“You see this?” Luca asked quietly. “I’m so hard I could pound nails. There’s this little place between my balls and my asshole that’s throbbing, and I’m leaking precum by the boatload.” Luca’s voice was harsh, but his face was flushed, and his eyes were blazing, and he was visibly shaking from head to toe. “That’s because you were touching me—because I’m gay and your body and scent get me going. It’s because I’m dying to be with you at least once, church and eternal damnation be damned, but you know what? I’d rather castrate myself than accept that fucked up offer you threw my way. I deserve better than that.”
“Fine,” Santi spat out as he stepped forward. “Go ahead and shove your tongue down my throat and lick my fucking tonsils if that’s what you want, but you will stop treating me like I’m yesterday’s trash.”
Luca took a step forward of his own. “Oh, are we negotiating now?” They stood so close, his breath fanned Santi’s face, and their chests touched.
“We’re doing whatever it takes to get back to the way we were.”
“The way we were, when?” A pained expression flashed in Luca’s eyes. “Are we talking about three hours ago or back when you were still truthful with me?”
Santi gulped. “I’ve never lied to you about anything.”
“And I have never treated you like trash,” Luca fumed.
Santi lifted his chin, all of a sudden hating the two inches Luca had on him. “You did it five minutes ago.”
“By trying to throw me out of your life the second I made it clear I’m not like you!”
Luca raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?” After retreating a few steps, he grabbed the base of his cock and swiped his thumb over his slit, gathering a few drops of precum. He then started stroking back and forth, his foreskin repeatedly teasing his glans…his actions wreaking havoc on Santi’s self-control. “Then why is watching me work myself making you harder than you already were?”
“Hormones,” Santi grunted, palming his own cock.
“More like an impetus reaction to visual stimulation,” Luca retorted, widening his stance and holding his nuts with his other hand. “You think this is hot, don’t you?”
“No,” Santi croaked.
“Yeah…you do.” Luca licked his lips and glanced at Santi’s cock before locking eyes with him. “You might even think I am hot.”
Santi opened his mouth and closed it again, then finally asked the question that was bothering him the most. “When did you become so damn shameless?”
“If by shameless you mean allergic to bullshit, then I’d say it was at some point today between your acting all possessive and eyeing me like you’re starving and I’m a five-course-meal,” Luca snapped.
“You’re trying to seduce me,” Santi accused.
“Can you blame me?” Luca smiled sideways. “You’re cute.”
“You don’t sound like a celibate Catholic boy. In fact, you sound like you know what you’re doing.” Santi rubbed his face and braced himself for Luca’s answer. “Do you?”
Luca flashed him what probably was the smuggest smile in the world. Suspicion spread inside Santi like acid. It corroded his common sense at alarming speed. “Have you been with anyone?”
Luca narrowed his eyes and rolled his shoulders. “What’s it to you?”
“Answer me.” Santi didn’t think he’d ever felt so violent in his life. “I’m asking you again—have you been with a man?”
“Jealousy looks good on you, pai.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s the sweetest guy in the world… to those lucky enough to truly know him.” Santi gulped. Luca’s words cut him to the core. “He’s generous…honorable…a true survivor.” Santi stepped back. Luca grabbed him by the arm. “He can be unbelievably dense, and God knows he can make me so mad, I want to smash his head against a wall sometimes. He’s far from perfect, but he means the world to me, and I admire the shit out of him.”
“Sounds like a goddamn prince.” Santi yanked his arm from Luca’s grip and paced in front of him…rubbed his face…paced some more. “Did you fuck him? Did he fuck you?” He tried to get his temper under control, but ultimately succumbed to the anger, confusion, and envy ravaging his gut and got up in Luca’s face. “Did you let that pendejo touch you all over and come in your mouth?”
“I’ve let him come in my mouth, on my face, in my ass…” Luca leaned forward and licked Santi’s lower lip. “I’ve explored him from head to toe with my hands and my lips, and I’ve let him fuck me through the mattress more times than I can count.” Santi didn’t move as Luca pecked him on the cheek, his cut eyebrow, and his nose. He stopped breathing when Luca looked him in the eye intently, like he was trying to transmit a message, and he almost wept when he noticed Luca hadn’t stopped stroking his cock. “But it’s all been in my head,” Luca whispered, “because he’s set on making me believe he doesn’t want me that way.”
Three (3) winners will be picked to win HEAVY HITTERS and a book from Taylor V. Donovan’s backlist from the comments on this post!