Tearing people up? ... yes, well, I guess I am sadistic that way.

Ever since I started writing I thought it would be cool to make people laugh. Laugher is important. Laughter is good for the soul. And then I wrote When Love Is Not Enough and found out just how much satisfaction I get from making people cry. Tears are harder to win. So, yes, I am possibly a tad bit sadistic in that I enjoy knowing I cause people pain. Emotional pain that is, not physical pain, as the reader gets connected and invested in my characters. YES, I love it.

Partially because it killed me to write it! It is nice, and satisfying, to know that all the emotion it drained out of me to write a story like WLINE, that I am causing similar hardship on the reader. It has been 20 months since the release of WLINE, and by the time the sequel comes out, it will have been 2 years. 2 years and I am still tearing people up. GOOD. I find that emotional trauma stays with the reader longer. I need readers to remember me. I need them to remember how my book made them feel. Because if for no other reason, I need them to remember me because I am taking so freaking long to get another book published!!! So, yeah, don't lose that sick feeling you got when you read WLINE the first time. The sequel is coming. It is griping, I think, but for other reasons. No one dies, promise.

This morning I got this message. It made my morning: ''Finished when love is not enough. I don't really know how to say how good this book is. It made me cry and it made me hate and it made me smile. You truly have a gift. Thank you so much for sharing it. I am a better person because of it. I wish I could do a better job of sharing my feelings. But well I give up." I LOVE LOVE LOVE, hearing things like that. I can never hear it enough, because I forget all too quickly when I have ripped apart a reader. It is easier to make a person laugh, then to make them cry. (Well, maybe not for me. I tend to think my humor is stupid. I'll get better at it.) But to make someone cry? OH YEAH! Or make someone mad. Anger is a good emotion! It is strong!!! So, cool!! I'm extremely excited about making you mad.

Also got a message that 90 pages in I was causing emotional havoc. 90 pages. All I can say is, you may not make it. The end might kill you is 90 pages is that hard. Let's see... 90 pages... do we want an excerpt?? Of course we do. For those who read this book, let me know what you favorite part was. For those who haven't read WLINE, maybe you just need to grab a box of tissues and get ready to fall apart.

Chapter : 11

“ARE you sure your mom won’t come home?” Jimmy nervously asked

one night in November as Darian walked him backward into his room.

Darian’s arms were locked around his waist, and his lips were attached

to Jimmy’s neck.

“Nope. She’s out with Jerry,” Darian answered between kisses.

“Wow, this one’s lasted at least three months.”

“Yup, they’ve even mentioned marriage.” Darian slid his hands

under Jimmy’s shirt and pushed it up, finding his nipples and pinching.

Jimmy yelped and then gasped. He pulled his shirt off the rest of

the way and tugged on Darian’s, who was quick to allow its removal.

Once shirtless, the boys pressed their bodies together and kissed hard

and long. They fell backward onto the bed. Darian straddled Jimmy and

expertly devoured his mouth.

When Darian finally moved his lips to Jimmy’s neck, Jimmy

asked, “Is your offer still good?”

Darian sucked hard and left a mark. “Offer?” More slurping

ensued.

“To suck me off?”

Darian froze. He sat up and looked at Jimmy as if he could not

believe his ears. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I thought about you doing it for months, and next week is

your birthday and everything, and I didn’t know what to get you….”

He didn’t need to continue. Darian was sliding down his body and

rapidly undoing his jeans.

“Lay on the bed properly, so I’m not half on the floor,” Darian

instructed.

“Are you sure no one will come in?” Jimmy asked as he got

situated.

“I’ll make sure they won’t.” Darian got up and locked the door.

“How’s that?”

“Better. Are you sure you want to—”

“Yes! Oh, yes. Ever since I met you, in fact. And that weekend we

went swimming in the pond, I’m surprised you didn’t notice how…

glad… I was to see you shirtless. I’ve been dreaming about getting my

mouth on you all summer.” Darian pulled Jimmy’s jeans and briefs

down his legs and dropped them on the floor. “Glorious,” he mused.

Jimmy wanted to blush as Darian ogled him, but he wasn’t

embarrassed. He was turned on. The lust in his boyfriend’s eyes was

for him, only him. Darian got onto the bed and settled between his legs.

Jimmy closed his eyes and relished the kisses Darian planted on his

legs from his ankles to his inner thighs.

Matt will never understand how awesome it feels to know who it

is doing the kissing!

“Ohhh,” he moaned as Darian took him in hand. “Ahhh,” he

whimpered with the first swipe of Darian’s tongue. “Holy shit!” he

cried out when Darian took him to the back of his throat.

The pressure in his groin was mounting. He tingled and burned all

over from the pleasure Darian was giving him. Why did I wait for this

so long? Jimmy wasn’t sure. This was pure heaven. His entire body felt

like it was alive with dancing electricity.

No wonder Matt can’t stop. This is incredible!

His mind swirled. He was so close. Darian kept moving on him.

Jimmy grasped his hair and tugged. He could feel the vibrations from

Darian’s throat as he chuckled. Jimmy was so close.

Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed his hips upward into

that beautiful, wet heat. “Ohhh, Matt.” The pressure exploded.

Darian jumped back just as Jimmy started spurting. “What did

you call me?”

The attitude in Darian’s voice was lost on him. “DareDarian.”

Jimmy’s body jerked. He was only slightly disappointed that Darian

pulled off before he came. This was the best orgasm of his life. He

sighed, contented.

“No! You didn’t!” Darian picked a shirt up off the floor and

pulled it over his head. He unlocked the door and hastily left the room,

leaving Jimmy lying naked on his bed.

Jimmy sat up and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing to wipe

off his sticky stomach. He found his underwear and pulled them on.

Why the hell is Darian so pissed? He couldn’t figure out what

went wrong. He felt amazing! I thought the greatest thing would be to

hear his name in the throes of orgasm…. Oh shit! It finally hit him that

he didn’t gasp Darian’s name—he’d said Matt’s.

Jimmy snatched up a shirt as he dashed out of Darian’s room. He

found him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Tugging the shirt on, he

scrambled to apologize, “Darian, I—”

He was cut off by a death glare. Darian spit into the sink. “Save

it.” He took a swig of water and rinsed, then spit again. “Just get your

clothes and leave.” Darian wiped his mouth and left Jimmy standing by

the sink.

When he entered Darian’s room, Darian thrust his jeans into his

hand.

“Darian, please….”

“I said, just leave.” He was very stern.

Jimmy pulled his pants on and found his shoes. Guilt squirmed in

his gut. What could he do to make this right? He’d made the worst

mistake of his life. How could he possibly explain that he didn’t mean

it? “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did!” Darian cut him off again. “I always knew you had

a thing for Matt, but I kept hoping anyway.” Darian stood defensively,

with his arms crossed, facing Jimmy as he finished tying his shoes.

“I’m so stupid.” He turned away.

Jimmy arose and approached him. He placed his hands on

Darian’s shoulders and felt him tense up and attempt to pull away.

Jimmy turned him. “Darian….”

Darian pushed at his chest. “Stop.” He struggled again, but his

efforts were weakening. “Go away.” His voice cracked. “I want you to

leave.” Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes.

“Darian.” Jimmy’s voice was soothing. He knew he was in the

wrong. When Darian stopped pushing on his chest, he wrapped his

arms around him and kissed his lips. Darian didn’t resist long. In

seconds he opened to Jimmy’s beckoning tongue. Jimmy groaned as he

invaded that wonderful mouth and explored. Oh, how he loved that

tongue! He kissed and moaned and moved his hands to grip Darian’s

posterior.

Darian pressed his groin to Jimmy and rocked his hips. Then he

pulled back suddenly. “No. I can’t. I’m still mad that you said Matt’s

name. Just go.” He hung his head and turned away.

Jimmy complied, heavy hearted.

Again, sorry for the format. I pasted part of the pdf. Now, if you think poor Darian is getting hurt enough here, that ain't nothing.... He is in for a long ride. (And not in a good way...)

Thanks for reading.

Wade

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