Up North | Pet Delivery

I’m behind on my character introductions! Right now, I feel like I’m behind on everything, but ah well…

In just a few days, Pet Delivery will be released. It was once called Once in the Underworld, but it made me think of criminals and possibly demons, and since it’s a contemporary story about a guy hidden away in Nortown until he gets to testify, I wanted to change it.

Gabriel was at the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessed a murder. He’s been whisked away to Nortown since the police believe no one would come looking for him there.

Chris owns Nortown’s only grocery shop, and when he hears the police has stashed away someone in his grandmother’s old cabin, he worries. The cabin isn’t suitable to live in during the winter, so to make sure the poor person doesn’t freeze to death he goes up there to check on them.

Gabe is a gentle soul. He loves animals and the hardest thing about being in the witness protection program is that he had to leave his two cats. He can endure the cold cabin and the bearded guys in plaid shirts staring at him as if he’s an alien when he goes into town, but to never see Toffee and Caramel again, Gabe can’t accept that.

Chris is stuck. The years go by and he’s still working most days of the week in the grocery shop he took over from his mother, he’s still living in the same cramped flat, and he’s still talking to the same people, day out and day in. Meeting Gabriel brightens his boring life.

Blurb:

Chris Hart owns the only grocery shop in Nortown, but he isn’t exactly overrun by customers. Some days he wonders why he bothers to open the doors at all. Spending his days smiling at the few people trickling in and his nights alone in bed isn’t the most interesting life a man could lead. But when Chris suddenly gets the excitement he’s been craving, it may be more than he bargained for.

Gabriel Miller loves his life. He’s close to his sister, has a job he adores and is the proud owner of one and a half cats. But all of it is taken away when he witnesses a murder. To keep him safe, the police place him in Nortown, of all possible locations.

Chris can’t believe they’re letting someone live in his gran’s old cabin in the middle of the winter. It’s too cold. When the poor man shows up in his shop looking to buy clothes, Chris’s heart melts, despite the freezing temperature. Gabriel notices the way the shopkeeper looks at him, but it can’t be right. No one looks at a heavyset man with heat in their eyes. Do they?

JMS Books :: books2read.com/PetDelivery

Guest Post | So Far Away

Guest-Post

Hi everyone, have you missed me since I was here last? It’s always a pleasure to be here, talking to you people and visiting the lovely Ofelia. I’m very grateful for your hospitality and kindness ️ Today, I’m here to talk about my newest release, So Far Away.

What’s the first thing you’d do if you’d been separated from your significant other (others) for a long time—weeks or even months—and finally got to see them again?

Zakarias and Julian in So Far Away are separated because of a global pandemic; Zakarias has caught the virus and Julian is an ICU nurse and to keep him safe, Zakarias moved out of their house and into the guest house on their property. They’re only separated by a few meters, but it might as well be the moon. Before this happened, they hadn’t been apart a single night for years, so neither of them is coping well. Julian is swamped at work and worried sick about his fiancé. Zakarias only has mild symptoms, but he worries about Julian working himself to the bone and is frustrated about the situation.

They talk every day, even see each other from a safe distance, and try their best to keep their spirits up, but it’s not the same when they can’t touch each other. Can’t offer physical comfort.

So when Julian asks What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get out of there? Zakarias’ answer is immediate. Kiss you.

Me, I’d cuddle up next to my husband, bury my nose in his warm skin, and sleep. I sleep like crap without him, so I’d be exhausted if we’d been in this situation. What would you do?

Caveat: While this story is definitely inspired by the covid-19 pandemic, the virus in my story is a figment of my imagination and not covid-19.

So close

Excerpt:

When the rumble of his SUV approaches, I flip open my laptop and log onto Skype. It doesn’t take him long to call, and I answer with a grin. “Hey, babe. I’ll just check the soup.”

I’ve already made sure my laptop camera is facing the kitchen so he’ll see me move around. And who’s to know if I stretch and bend a little more than necessary?

Julian groans. “I see you’re in a better mood.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, grin widening.

“Yeah, drop that innocent routine. It doesn’t work with me.”

“It doesn’t?” I wink and saunter to the cupboard, stretching and reaching for a glass on the top shelf. “I think I’m gonna drink water from a wineglass today. Makes it feel more special, you know,” I say over my shoulder, catching a quick glimpse of him on the monitor, eyes glued exactly where I want them. Score!

His microwave dings, but when I turn around a few seconds later, he’s still eating me up with his gaze.

“Your food’s ready,” I say.

“Mhm.” He nods slowly but makes no move to go get it. So I let him be for a while. Saunter around the small kitchen area, grabbing things I don’t need from high shelves to make sure my T-shirt rides up more. Stick out my ass whenever I can, swing my hips more than necessary, smile, and flirt while I chat about nothing in particular. When I can’t drag it out any longer, I ladle soup into a bowl and sit by the computer.

He meets my gaze. His mouth is upturned, his eyes shiny, and he shifts in his seat. “I guess I’ll go get dinner then,” he says, and when he stands there’s a noticeable tent in his pants.

I make a mental fist pump.

He quickly returns with his heated lasagna. We’re both hungry and devour our dinners without talking much. We put away the dirty dishes in companionable silence; doing everyday household chores together makes it seem a little more normal, even through a laptop screen.

When we’re done, he wanders to the couch, but I lie down on the bed, resting the laptop on my stomach.

“I have stuff I need to do,” he mutters. “Laundry. Or neither of us will have anything to wear soon.”

“That would be worse for you than me. I can always claim a bad Wi-Fi connection and leave my camera off for meetings. Work in the nude.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’re too proper for that. You’d be embarrassed and you’d worry your camera wasn’t properly turned off.”

“I could put duct tape over the camera.”

“We don’t have duct tape in the guesthouse.”

I scowl. “Why not? Duct tape is a necessity of life.”

“I know you think so,” Julian laughs, “and I know you keep some in your drawer at work for emergencies. But you do realize you’ve lived in the guesthouse for weeks now without noticing there isn’t any, not to mention needing it?”

We banter back and forth for a long time, and it does us both good. Julian relaxes more and more every minute and my anxiety level hasn’t been this low since I moved out here, maybe even since the pandemic started.

When we can’t put off real-life any longer—he needs to do the laundry and I need to clean this place, it’s getting filthy—we say goodbye and hang up. But instead, we text each other between chores.

Julian: What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get out of there.

Zakarias: Kiss you.

Julian: Yeah?

Zakarias: Definitely. Kiss you, get you naked, cuddle, and smell you. I miss your scent.

Julian: What if I’m at work? What will you do then?

Zakarias: Lie in our bed? Use the coffee grinder and make some of the really good stuff? Use every appliance we have in our kitchen? Break open a fancy bottle of the best wine? Abduct you from work so I can kiss you?

Julian: Yes, please. Abduct me from work.

Blurb:

sofaraway

Engaged couple Zakarias and Julian are convinced nothing can separate them…until a global pandemic hits. Zakarias catches the virus with mild symptoms and isolates in the couple’s guest house. The few meters dividing them might as well be the moon as he watches Julian, an ICU nurse, work himself to the bone, unable to support him the way he needs. Frustration and worry build as the weeks pass. Will Zakarias be declared healthy before Julian burns out?

M/M Contemporary / 14 567 words

Buy link:

JMS Books :: Amazon :: Books2Read

About Nell

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bonafide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males.

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Release Day | Dazzle Me

Release-Day

It’s release day!!!

Dazzle Me was first released back in 2015. It all started with me reading an article about sparkling nether regions – it’s true. People who, after having been thoroughly waxed, decided to decorate their bits *blinks owlishly*

So naturally, the wheels began to spin.

Poor Tom has no desire of being silky smooth and hairless, but Santino, his boyfriend, had booked him a day at the spa. Tom expected a massage and maybe a pedicure or something, but that’s not what he’s getting.

I had a great time writing this one. The things we do for love, ey LOL

Excerpt:

I lay down on my back and gazed up at the tiny spotlights that were scattered over the ceiling like faraway stars. Mahdi was pottering about, I could hear him moving things, but I didn’t look. My limbs were heavy. I hoped he would do something soothing. I let my eyelids droop shut, and shivered even though it was warm in the room. My body became heavier by the second, and the soft music playing in the background made me think of sunlit beaches and palm trees. 

Keep on relaxing like that, Mr. Williams.” Mahdi touched my shoulder right before putting something cold, and quite heavy, on my cheek. It felt like it was moving. It was moving! Another one was planted on my other cheek, and then one on my forehead. My breath quickened. Oh God, something is moving on my face…several somethings. I stared at the ceiling, I couldn’t remember opening my eyes, but they were definitely open now. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tiny tentacle approaching. 

Relax, Mr. Williams. The snails will cover your skin with their mucus, and you’ll feel ten years younger.” 

I gagged a little. Saliva was flooding my mouth, and I had to force myself not to scream. Snails were crawling on my face. The saliva continued to flood my mouth. I was going to be sick all over the spa table. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed again. How the fuck could Santino do this to me? I would kill him! He knew I hated slimy animals. I squeezed my eyes shut, strained to hear the music over my heartbeats and thoughts. Slow even breaths. Goose pimples spread over my body. There are no trails of mucus from nasty animals on my skin. I could feel one getting close to my lower lip. Breathe. BreatheDo not pay attention to the one slipping in its own mucus and sliding down your cheek. 

Ugh.” I clamped my lips shut in case one of them wanted to crawl into my mouth. 

Oh, I’ll get it.” Mahdi placed the one that’d been slithering down my cheek closer to my nose. “Just relax.” 

Relax? Was he out of his mind? Did Santino really think I needed this? Maybe I had been looking a bit haggard lately, but snails? Couldn’t he have told me that he wanted me to take better care of myself? I should’ve known. He was always gorgeous. Before we’d started dating, I’d had a toothbrush, toothpaste and my electric razor in my bathroom cabinet. Now it was filled with creams and stuff. I should’ve paid attention. Hadn’t he said, only the other week, that I needed to moisturise? 

One nasty creature crawled over my nose. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! I breathed through my mouth, not opening it more than I absolutely had to. My feet had a life of their own. I tried to relax and listen to the music, but I kept clenching my toes. 

Keep on relaxing, Mr. Williams. Rab will be with us soon.” 

He said something more that I didn’t quite catch, and since I didn’t dare open my mouth to speak, I sort of grunted a reply. A few minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door and the two men whispering in Thai. I paid no attention to them. One snail was almost up in my hair, and I did not want it in my hair. Breathe, Tom. You can do this; you can do it for Santo. 

There was a soft touch by my right shoulder before Mahdi rearranged the snail on my forehead. “Keep on relaxing, just like that, Mr. Williams.” 

Keep on relaxing? He had no idea what he was talking about. This was so bloody— 

Ouch! What the fuck are you doing?”  

Buy links:

Contemporary M/M Romance: 9,524 words

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/DazzleMe

Blurb:

dazzlemeTom and Santino’s anniversary is coming up, and Tom has a plan. He’s going to show Santino how much he means to him. The night will be magical.

Tom’s plan did not include a trip to Thailand. He doesn’t do aeroplanes, doesn’t do tropical climate, and he doesn’t do spas. Yet he finds himself without a stitch of clothing on a spa table, with a man he’s never met before while Santino is away on a business meeting.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Tom will do his best to live through the day so they can celebrate their anniversary when they get back to the hotel, but If Santino wanted him smooth and sparkly, couldn’t he have told him instead of booking him an appointment?