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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Love is Found by R. Paone

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LOVE IS FOUND
AN ONLY IF NOVEL
R. PAONE
M/M ROMANCE
Love is Found Cover
COVER DESIGN: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
COVER MODEL: Parker Radcliffe
RELEASE DATE: 07.04.16
Love is Found Full Cover
BLURB
“My love for you will never die.”
A story based on true events of love, self-acceptance, and the turmoil of companionship.
“Love is Found” is the moving story about coming-of-age in suburban New York and discovering the broad concept of sexuality and love.
Based on true events of love, the story’s protagonist, Robert, finds himself thrown into the realization that upon entering graduate school he is beginning a new chapter in his adult life. Comfortable with being gay, he yearns for love but dwells on the ideal of being alone while being consumed by the world of academia. Upon starting a new job he meets a coworker, whom he begins an unlikely relationship with considering this man identifies as straight.
When sex is introduced and emotions run amok, the routine of Robert’s life is thrown into chaos with unexpected outcomes. Will Robert realize his true limits and whether he can conquer the strife of new love? Little does he know if his heart can survive the overwhelming desire and how this man will alter the course of his life just not now, but for the next decade.
The first novel in the debut “Only If…” series by R. Paone introduces the heartbreaking portrait of one young man finding love in all the wrong places while exploring themes of one’s sexual identity, passion, and nostalgia.
This edition of “Love is Found” has been newly edited and expanded containing over 10K of added content.
This contemporary work of fiction is approximately 78,000 words and contains strong thematic material that is intended for adult readers only.
Love is Found Teas 2
EXCERPT
He caught me off guard.

His words spooked me like a cheap scare in a horror movie. I wasn’t paying attention as I jumped a good inch out of my seat.

I spun around too fast knocking the thrift store mug clear off the side of the table, turning in my seat. It was one of the moments where you saw everything in slow motion and couldn’t move because your reaction wasn’t fast enough. The mug tumbled fast and shattered into several pieces by my feet. I froze for what seemed like forever as I stared at the broken cup lying there at these feet.

The rest of the patrons fell silent.

The couple turned in my direction, and one of them whispered to the other, mouthing what looked like, “Fuck, that sucks.”

“Dude, I’m so sorry!”

“No, God, no. It was my fault completely. I’m not paying attention and have my head in the clouds. Apparently, I scare way too easily.” I said this all to him as I came to my knees, wiping up the now cold coffee along with the broken pieces of the mug. I felt sorry for the Garfield image on the side that said, “Coffee solves all my problems.”

“Here give me those. I’ll throw them out for you.” He was extremely sociable. I had such a pessimistic attitude towards branching out and meeting new people. This was a pleasant surprise as I was happy with all my coworkers so far. I had no problems. I was off to a great start.

“Thank you. Appreciate it. Yes, sorry. Hey, Mitch. I’m Robert. I’ve been getting set up with Lucy and grabbing my schedule for next week along with paperwork and all the other formalities.” Whatever spook I had left in me had dissipated. Mitch extended his hand, pulling me off the wooden floor and to my feet.

“There you go.” It was the flash of a smile from him that gave me a measurement that my fuck up was not in any way a big deal. The customers were not paying any attention to me and went about their business. I looked around really quick, seeing that lesbian couple left as well.

“So are you working today?”

“Yeah, I’m on a quick smoke break. I was just down the street for a bit taking a quick stroll through the park. I got a couple of minutes left so I thought I would come by and introduce myself. Lucy was pretty descriptive in letting us know what you would look like.”

“Yeah?” I wonder what she said.

“All good things! Don’t stress it. She means well, of course.” He was right. I needed to stop worrying about first impressions.

“I appreciate it, dude. Everyone has been real nice to the new kid on the block, so to say.”

“You’ll get used to it. The older you get, the fewer fucks you give,” he said shrugging his shoulders. This man was not only nice but also wise, in a contemporary sense.

Pulling myself together, I finally got the chance to take in this guy as he made his way into my life just like his coworkers. The moment I laid eyes on Mitch I knew in some context that we would become good friends if nothing else. I wasn’t ready to pass judgments or assume if he was gay or straight. That was for him to tell me. It didn’t matter either way. I really thought this was a cool dude. Between each other I think we both were making a pretty decent first impression.

He had at least five inches on me, as I bent my head at an angle to make eye contact. His brown hair was shaggy and looked unwashed at that moment, but the unruly state made it all the more attractive. It looked like he was the type of guy to attempt to cut his hair to save money. He wasn’t put together and it worked for him. I think that is why I was so drawn to him immediately. There were locks of his bangs that he had to keep brushing out of his eyes. Those eyes almost felt neutral in their color hovering somewhere between gray and light blue. Ash, that’s it. No, too much. Gray with specs of blue scattered about. He looked as if he had not shaved in several days as there was a light dusting of auburn stubble across the length of his face. He could grow a whole goddamn beard and I found that dead sexy in a guy. He was wearing a simple green crew neck tee and cut off black denim shorts. He had muscular, hairy legs, as my eyes briefly looked him up and down forgiving the fact that he had somewhat of a beer belly from what I could see. I saw nothing wrong with any of that. It was the small things like this that caught my attention and held it. The worn slip-on Vans I first caught a glimpse of when he came up to me completed the look.

Fuck, what was it about this guy? There was something about his looks. It was a signal sent straight to my senses that made me weak in the knees. Why couldn’t I attract a guy like this?

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I have a few minutes left on said break.” He parked himself down on the opposite side throwing his Lucky Strikes on the coffee table.

“Go for it,” I smiled, but I couldn’t keep myself from pretending I wasn’t paying attention to his movement, his voice, his legs. It was undeniable that I was attracted to Mitch. Remembering my rule of not hitting on friends, I drew back my morals and ideals and kept an open mind with just being pals with this guy.

“What else you got planned for the rest of the day?” He was twirling the red lighter in his right hand. He had rough looking hands; they looked dry but vigorous and powerful.

“Well, I just moved into my new place. I am staying on one of the on-campus apartments.”

“How do you like it?” He could already sense the hesitation in my voice.

“Oh, they are exactly what you expect. Very generic, it almost looks like an empty dollhouse. No character.”

He nodded. Was he interested in hearing about this incredibly annoying shit? Was he listening?

“I am probably going to just head home after this and finish up some unpacking. I have to meet my parents for a little bit for dinner downtown.” I was honestly very exhausted and almost wanted to stay in tonight, but I cannot bail on my parents especially after they helped me move in today. My mom would kill me.

“Awesome.” He brought up his wrist to check his watch. “Okay, time is up. I got to head back to the grind but let’s catch up when you get in next week. I can give you the lo-down on the Dames.” The Dames bit with him too. “Plus it is sometimes intimidating being the only guy here, so it’ll be good to have you here in the long run!”

We shook hands, and he headed back behind the coffee counter. As he passed Debra and disappeared out of sight, she looked in my direction and winked. I couldn’t read her actions, so I passed it off as her being flirty and silly.

I paid no attention and took a deep breath, slinging my backpack on, and making my way towards the front door.

Paperwork. Check.

There were friendly, dependable coworkers and a decent boss. Check.

Was this someone I could consider a new friend?

Whatever. I threw on my headphones to distract myself, drowning out all these random thoughts with “Criminal” by Fiona Apple. I better get my ass home. I have only 45 minutes to get ready and meet my folks at the hotel. They made reservations at a place I haven’t heard of close by, so it’s safe to assume it will be good. My parents would only go out for Italian food when it’s a “night out.”

I better not be late, I thought to myself, biting down on my bottom lip. I was too punctual. I started on my way back home, letting the breeze drag past my face as I picked up the pace. There was a wave of certainty I suddenly felt. The move here and the new job could be a fresh start with all these new characters in my life. I would have to make sure I didn’t royally fuck any of this up. This is my only shot at this life.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Paone is the author of LGBT fiction, coming of age, and contemporary romance including the ongoing “ONLY IF…” Series. Writing is his passion as his stories stem from real life experiences and real moments of love. A writer for the last fifteen years, he started working on his first full length novel in June, 2014. That novel slowly transformed into “Love is Found,” Part One in the “ONLY IF…” Series. He currently resides in New York City. When he isn’t writing, you can find him getting lost in bookstores, a movie theater, or jamming out to music of the 90’s.

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Monday, July 4, 2016

Love Is Found by R. Paone

Love is Found RDB Banner
LOVE IS FOUND
AN ONLY IF NOVEL
R. PAONE
M/M ROMANCE
Love is Found Cover
COVER DESIGN: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
COVER MODEL: Parker Radcliffe
RELEASE DATE: 07.04.16
Love is Found Full Cover
BLURB
“My love for you will never die.”
A story based on true events of love, self-acceptance, and the turmoil of companionship.
“Love is Found” is the moving story about coming-of-age in suburban New York and discovering the broad concept of sexuality and love.
Based on true events of love, the story’s protagonist, Robert, finds himself thrown into the realization that upon entering graduate school he is beginning a new chapter in his adult life. Comfortable with being gay, he yearns for love but dwells on the ideal of being alone while being consumed by the world of academia. Upon starting a new job he meets a coworker, whom he begins an unlikely relationship with considering this man identifies as straight.
When sex is introduced and emotions run amok, the routine of Robert’s life is thrown into chaos with unexpected outcomes. Will Robert realize his true limits and whether he can conquer the strife of new love? Little does he know if his heart can survive the overwhelming desire and how this man will alter the course of his life just not now, but for the next decade.
The first novel in the debut “Only If…” series by R. Paone introduces the heartbreaking portrait of one young man finding love in all the wrong places while exploring themes of one’s sexual identity, passion, and nostalgia.
This edition of “Love is Found” has been newly edited and expanded containing over 10K of added content.
This contemporary work of fiction is approximately 78,000 words and contains strong thematic material that is intended for adult readers only.
Love is Found Teas 1
EXCERPT
This day was the perfect moment, a Kodak one, and I knew it. The blades of grass against my face confirmed it.

He sat down wearing blue jeans and some worn to hell New Balance sneakers. He had on a Mono band tee, one that we always fought about. He loved the Japanese band, and I loved the band that sung “Life in Mono.” At least we could say we liked the same group, and no one knew which one we would be referring to. He leaned back and rested both of his hands in the grass and stretched out his legs in front of me as I played with the bits of grass poking through my toes. I had taken off my Converse sneakers as it was warm enough in August to do so.

Last night confirmed it, also.

I knew that something like a hurricane was brewing between us. It wasn’t the gin rummy round or it wasn’t what he said to me between each unfiltered Lucky Strike he was chain smoking. It was the graze of his touch on me that I had been waiting for. Mitch Faber was the man in my life that evening. Even though he proclaimed to me weeks ago that he was straight, he still admitted he had “feelings” for me. I had a lot of questions about what exactly that meant. At least the rest of the world didn’t question his sexuality. But did I even know?

In the background, Garbage’s “Only Happy When It Rains” was playing. I’m happy now and it’s not even raining.

After dealing a hand for the final round, my eyes became fixated on his movements as he threw down a card. It was fluid to watch those hands snap back forth but also take a drag of each smoke. His light brown, wavy hair kept getting in his eyes, and he pushed it back several times with little bursts of frustration.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all,” he spurted out. I could tell he was way too focused on what hand he was dealing. I was way ahead with points and that probably annoyed him increasingly. His state of distress with a simple card game put me on this undeniable edge. I pulled at my bottom lip. Unbeknownst to him, I was hard as hell and was adjusting myself as he kept pondering his next move.

“You are moving around too much. Now, what’s wrong with you?” He said it with such conviction. Goddamn it, he was driving me wild.

We were sitting on the floor of his one bedroom apartment down the street from the graduate campus. I was sitting cross-legged as my legs were half under his antique oak coffee table. I made up some pathetic excuse for my foot falling asleep to cover up for the fact I was aroused beyond words.

“I’m uncomfortable. I don’t care what you say. This incredibly tacky rug is doing nothing my ass, dude,” I proclaimed.

It was true- he probably has had this rug since he was in graduate school himself. The red shag texture screamed 2001. I bet he probably had a Grateful Dead poster too above his bed. He shot me a look and brought me back down to reality.

“Well, let’s fix that now before you are numb from the waist down,” he purred.

“Har, har. Keep it up, Mitch.”

He got up from across me, and I wasn’t even paying attention to what he was about to do. What happened took me off guard. I was off my feet in the quickest of movements. He came up behind me and lifted me from under my arms and placed my ass on the edge of the plush green love seat. He kept his other hand on the small of my back with one of his fingers latched into my pant’s belt loop. He knelt on the ground and buried his face in my chest with the sightless of movements. I felt the need to be closer to him as I felt his back rise and fall with each breath. What was he thinking?

“Thank you for putting up with me, Robert. I know I am a stubborn motherfucker. I know I am going through this old-school bullshit self-image with, well, dating men.”

He confirmed what I thought. He was extremely uncomfortable with being gay or admitting to anyone, much less me, that he had these feelings. I’m glad I gave him solace to confess these feelings to me. I pulled him in closer as my fingers circled the crown of his head. I twirled a bit of his mane in my index finger and thought to myself: Hey, it’s fine. I’ve never dealt with this, but this man has told me he has feelings for me. Only I can lead him in the right direction. He’s mine, and I’m his. I leaned in and kissed his forehead and pulled his eyes up to mine.

“It’s fine. I know you want to keep working on this, so we will keep chugging along. There is that. We’ll be okay, Mitch. I know it.”

He moved into the upright position facing me now as he pulled away from the closeness of my chest. He shifted only slightly so that we were facing each other. He was still kneeling in front of me and for a moment, I heard traditional wedding bells.

Instead, he moved forward and rested his nose against on mine and I felt even closer as he wrapped his arms around my back and held on tight to my shoulders. His stubble of not shaving for four days, the way those gray eyes flickered up to me, all had me under some spell, and it was about to come to a head, and I was ready. He leaned into me and placed his lips tenderly on mine and those sparks ignited from within.

I sunk into his kiss unable to let go of the moment I was kissing a man so deeply that I was madly in love with. The length of his limbs took me in and then pushed me back as I sank back into the cushions. The heaves of his breath under his favorite sweater were relevant to me because I could still feel his heart jump out as I reached out to feel for him. He brought my hand back down, took both of his hands, pulled my blue tee shirt up and left it collected under my arm pits. I felt the scratchy material of that wool sweater as he dragged himself up and down my bare flesh. He moved back up to my neck landing softly against my jugular with soft kisses. He massaged and pinched my nipples with his left hand and grabbed for my cock through my jeans as I buckled under this fevered encounter.

He came up for air and said “You’re so full of love,” and I felt the heat between my legs growing. I felt the heat of his breath and the heat from his raging hard on pressing against my calf. I felt like I was about to let go completely of what inhibitions I thought I had. This man I saw before me stoked this fire and left me begging not to be extinguished. His eyes looked deeper into me, his flushed cheeks puffed out as he managed to take a breath between words. That’s when he kept his eyes on me and reached into my jeans and flicked the top of my jeans open. My knees shook regardless even though I had support from the floor under them but I was free falling. He kept one hand free to cup my ass while bringing his head back up to the crook of my neck.

“Is this it?”

“No,” I said coming up for air. I could feel the precum gathering in my black briefs.

“Then, well, I suggest we keep going.” His eyes were deadly still as he said it. “I have never been with a guy since you, so I want this time to last a lifetime. I want to remember everything about your body every time I take you.”

“Oh…” It was all that could escape my throat. He returned to my neck. All this heat continued to rise.

“I’m going to worship you right now, so let me do my thing and explore your body. Don’t move.”

I could only hum my confirmation to my submission.

He yanked my pants down around my ankles and pulled them all the way off my left leg as they hung desperately around my right foot. I was still lying with my back flat on the couch and my legs planted firmly on the floor. He kept trailing licks down to my abs and gently kissed the tip of my cock sticking out from the elastic of my briefs. He parted the side of the fabric between my groin and made his way with his index fingers around my tight hole.

“I want you, Robert. I want all of you at this moment and fuck what everyone else says.”

I said nothing as I glanced up from my chest and giving him a quick glance of what he was doing to me. Sweet torture, it was. His tongue moved down the inside of my thigh, as I almost didn’t notice him yank my underwear down exposing me completely. He immediately buried his face in my pubes while stroking my length and then almost at the same swinging my legs over his shoulders.

“You are beautiful.”

“Mitch, please…”

He wasn’t going to let me cum anytime soon. He was going to keep pushing me farther. That son of a bitch.

His finger continued to push against my asshole that hasn’t been exposed since to such exploration beside my own which rarely happened. He bent down and buried his face and held my ass open as he licked at my hole and swirled his tongue around the surrounding area. What hair I had on my ass was soaking wet with spit and sweat, and I didn’t care how dirty it was. I let him keep going.

I buckled under the pressure that I could feel building in my ass from the way his hand controlled the finger that was moving inside of me. He would intermediately lubricate his finger by placing it in his mouth and going back to working me open after rimming me. He was leading me to a cliff, and I was about to free fall from all this pleasure. He wasn’t even sucking me off; he just kept stroking my cock and playing with my ass. I knew this was it. I was about to let go, and I wanted to give it up to him.

“Fuck.”

As the words escaped my mouth, so did my orgasm. It shot down my backside, and my ass tightened around him as I started to shoot one hot load after the other onto my stomach. It felt like it lasted forever as he kept finger fucking my ass. The waves seemed to keep going as I landed back down on the couch from the arch I held from that powerful let go.

He released his finger and moved up to me. He was still fully clothed as I could see the beads of sweat traveling down his unshaven cheeks every second. He lay back down on my stomach and kissed me quickly regardless of lying on top of the mess he made of me. I moved the stray hair from my face that was glued there from sweat and knew I could keep this going if I believed in fate. But, wait was this fate?

“Are you sleeping?”

My eyes cracked open. I was still lying in the bed of grass. I am glad my dream was a real account of what happened the night before. I sat up and smiled as Mitch was standing over me with a grocery bag of food he picked up from the market. He was looking at me with such intent and determination. We were headed to the local art museum downtown but stopped by the adjacent park to have some lunch. I looked at my cell phone; I must have fallen asleep for about five minutes. A real dream, nonetheless. It’ll happen again, I know it.

He emptied the contents of the bag onto the bath towel we grabbed from his apartment and turned his gaze to me before even opening the container of hummus and bottle of water.

“I have something I have to tell you.”

I held my breath and waited…


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Paone is the author of LGBT fiction, coming of age, and contemporary romance including the ongoing “ONLY IF…” Series. Writing is his passion as his stories stem from real life experiences and real moments of love. A writer for the last fifteen years, he started working on his first full length novel in June, 2014. That novel slowly transformed into “Love is Found,” Part One in the “ONLY IF…” Series. He currently resides in New York City. When he isn’t writing, you can find him getting lost in bookstores, a movie theater, or jamming out to music of the 90’s.

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