Cover Reveal! The Loft – Book Two

This is the youngest man I’ve ever had on the cover of one of my books, but when I saw the image he looked so much like how I imagine the character of Tate Mackenzie, perhaps with a few more years on him.

The Loft by MP

Blurb:  

Tate and Sebastian spend more and more time at their boyfriend/Dom James’ home but when they receive a notice of eviction from their apartment they hesitate to examine the obvious solution – moving in with James. In the meantime, James and his longtime friend Catherine plan an elaborate fetish party at Catherine’s club in Gatineau – La Petite Mort. Tate is apprehensive and James does what he can to allay his fears, including taking both young men to the club on an ordinary night. But an ordinary night with James proves anything but as he indulges his love of sexual game-playing.

Coming August 2017!

The Second Coming

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When we got back to Michael’s I felt pretty tipsy from all the drinks I’d had. I tripped over the doormat and almost fell. He caught me.

“Easy…” he said. He unlocked the door and helped me inside. He closed it behind us and looked at me, assessing.

“What?” I said. A hearty belch escaped me. “’Scuse me.” I snorted, laughing at my own gracelessness.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to top me tonight.”

“Chickening out?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just taking a rain check.” He helped me out of my boots as I leaned on him.

“S-sorry. It just caught up with me all of a sudden. S’been quite a day.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” He straightened up and I reached for his belt.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to sleep yet…” I fumbled with his buckle.

He took off his jacket. “Jack, wait. Let’s get inside at least…” he pushed my hands away and walked into the living room, switching on some lamps.

“Michael,” I said calmly, still standing by the door. I gave him the sternest look I could manage in my slightly drunken state. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next ten minutes I can’t be responsible for what I might do. If you don’t want me to top you tonight then whip out that huge motherfucker and do me for Christ’s fucking sake…”

He stared at me, his mouth open. His eyes burned with lust. He looked fierce, suddenly, and as eager as I. “You want to do it here or in the bedroom?”

I moved toward where he stood by the black leather armchair. “Fuck, Michael, I’m not gonna make it to the bedroom.”

When I got near enough, he grabbed me. He pulled me against him, kissing me with his own desperate need. I felt his huge cock pressed, hard as steel, against me.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away. He turned me roughly so I was facing the chair. “You want me to fuck you over this chair?” he said, his voice shaky but determined.

“Fuck, yeah…” I felt his hands on my flies, undoing my jeans and tugging them down.

He pushed me so that I fell forward onto the chair. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

My whole body shook with need as I waited breathlessly for his return. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. And I didn’t want him to be gentle.

He returned soon. He’d taken off his shirt and socks. His grey slacks had the belt open and the top button undone. I could see how fucking hard he was.

He put the condom and bottle of lube on the side table. I felt his hands on my back, pushing my shirt up. “Fuck you look good like this…”

I felt his lips on the skin of my back. His hands slid along my sides to my hips. It felt exquisite. “Shit…You’re running out of time, Michael.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me.” He slapped me hard on my ass, making me shout, “Jesus!”

His warm hand caressed my ass, soothing it. “Was that too hard?”

I shook my head frantically. “No, that was fucking perfect. Do it again.”

He did. I groaned and pounded the chair with my fist. “Oh, fuck!”

“You really like that, don’t you?” He spanked me again.

“Yes… yeah… oh fuck, Michael…” I heard his breath come harshly as he spanked me a few more times.

“Oh fuck…” he said, “This is so hot…”

My ass burned but the heat radiated through my body. My cock leaked and twitched in response to the slaps.

“You have to stop or I’m gonna come before you even start fucking me…” I moaned, my voice breathless and desperate.

He grabbed the condom and lube. Soon I felt his slippery fingers in my crack, readying me.

Suddenly, his hot breath caressed my ear. He whispered, “Come for me, beautiful boy…” and I lost it.

The orgasm screamed through me. I heard my cries as if someone else were making them. I floated and fell and shattered into pieces. My cock exploded and I yelled like a fucking girl.

“Jesus!” Michael exclaimed. He stilled deep inside me and found his own release, shaking and trembling against me, yelling and cursing unintelligibly.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever while I kept seeing stars and planets and fucking galaxies. When I came back to earth, I felt his weight on me. I felt his heart hammering in his chest, matching mine beat for fucking beat, and I had never felt so connected to another person. His hands rested on my hips, his sweaty cheek against my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he said. “What… what the fuck was that…”

I groaned as an aftershock of pleasure coursed through me. “I don’t know…” I started laughing. I couldn’t stop. I laughed so hard that tears started forming.

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Crush, MLR Press 2011

 

The James Lucas Trilogy

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When I started writing my first novel, which became Beyond the Edge, I wasn’t even sure I could write a full length novel. I had these three distinct characters in my head and I knew how they met, and I had a vague idea where to take it from there. But I wasn’t sure if all three would get together, or just two. I kind of just followed them along and let them show me what they wanted. And it worked.

I loved writing this book. After a lifetime interest in BDSM, it was wonderful to bring that and my love of gay men together in this world I created, set in my home city of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

I am immensely proud of this book. It received an Honorable Mention from the NLA-I (National Leather Association – International) in the Pauline Réage Award category for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.

After it was published, a number of readers expressed sadness at the bittersweet ending of Beyond the Edge. I won’t go into detail at the risk of spoiling the book but a certain character did not get the HEA ending some readers felt he deserved.

I didn’t want to leave these characters behind either. So I started writing what became The Cross and the Trinity, again not 100% sure I would complete it. But I did, and I realized I had some sort of a series going on. The fetish party scene in this book was very fun to write and still receives many positive comments from reviewers.

When I finished writing The Cross and the Trinity I had a feeling that I did want to write a third book. That book became A Numinous Light. But what to title my trilogy? I agonized over this for a long time. All three novels are told from the point of view of Tate Mackenzie, but James is the pivotal force of the first novel and the binding presence in the last two. Plus he is the character that motivated me to write the novels. I had this image of a great Dom – one who is intelligent, compassionate, competent. A Dom who knows his kink and knows how to put his subs in their place, yet who always plays safe and knows the difference between aggression and assertiveness. Finally, a Dom who despite his best efforts, often finds himself at the emotional mercy of his subs.

So the series is titled The James Lucas Trilogy. Since I didn’t write these books as a conceptualized series from the very beginning, there can be confusion on some book platforms as to the order of the books and their existence as a unified trilogy. I’ve listed them here in order.

Each book is different, because I can’t stand writing the same thing over and over again. And each book can stand alone as an independent story. You don’t have to have read the first book to enjoy the second, or the third, although it might deepen your appreciation of the characters and their journey.

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Book 1

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Blurb: Tate Mackenzie has signed on for a weekend of kinky fun at the hands of respected Dom, James Lucas. However, James has invited another man, twenty-four year-old Sebastian Doucette, to join in. Thrown together under James’ expert tutelage, the two men experience an instant attraction and begin a tentative relationship on their own time. But James hasn’t been entirely honest with the boys and soon Tate finds himself the focus of two infatuated men. How will he choose the man he wants or the lifestyle he desires to pursue?

Review: “Full five stars. Reading this story was such a pleasure, the writing smooth and pacing perfect. Exploring this Dom and two-sub menage was quite an erotic trip, with many of the scenes standing out as unique in my experience. The cross-dressing was an interesting exercise in humiliation and the puppy play adorable. Something for everyone in this BDSM adventure. Not to mention a sweet romance.

Highly recommend!”

~ Goodreads, 2012

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Book 2

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Blurb: Tate and Sebastian are having trouble maintaining a successful monogamous relationship. When trust is betrayed and old friends reappear, the men are faced with the challenge of making things work or changing the way they will be together. Nobody ever said relationships were easy, and when sexy Dom James Lucas swoops in at the right time, things get even more complicated. Or do they? Do gay men have to tow the traditional line, or is there room for a new definition of true love?

Review: “That was so beautifully written, I love Elizabeth Lister’s writing style and am now devouring everything I can find by this author. The first person pov through Tate’s eyes is done so well, he is such a caring and lovely character. And the way we get to know the secondary characters through Tate’s eyes… Sebastian, sweet and adorable and just a little bit naughty. And James, well *ahem* yeah, holy shit.”

~ Goodreads, 2016

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Book 3

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Blurb: It’s been five years since James, Tate and Sebastian moved in together to enjoy a three-way BDSM relationship and James is turning fifty. After enjoying a surprise party and thoughtful gift, the health crisis of a close friend necessitates a trip to Montreal, followed by a snowy Christmas getaway in Mont Tremblant. Soon, an unexpected event challenges the dynamics of the relationship. Will the sudden appearance of family members, old friends, and new acquaintances cause insurmountable problems or present an opportunity to demonstrate the real meaning of togetherness?

Review: “A lovely (and hot!) conclusion to this series. I admit, I adore these characters too much to be entirely objective, but I continue to be enamored with the healthy portrayal of BDSM and an open-ish relationship that is refreshingly drama-free. It was deeply gratifying to spend more time in their world.”

~ Goodreads, 2015

Skate Lace

When we got home we went upstairs to change out of our skating gear. My jeans were still wet from a fall and I imagine James’ clothes were also damp.

As I was arranging my stuff on the back of a chair to dry James called down the hall. “There’s lots of room in the shower if you’d like to join me.”

How could I resist?

The ensuite shower in James’ master suite, as I’d quickly discovered in those early days, was very large. Plenty big enough for two. Engineered as a wet room, the double ended shower had no glass door or curtain. Lined with grey tile and equipped with bench, cubbies for shampoo and other items, and state of the art rain shower heads, it was like being at a private spa.

“In you go,” James said, turning on one of the showerheads and directing me to stand underneath it. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door with some trepidation. He was naked, like I was, so I didn’t think he’d go far. But I was always a bit nervous when James did something unexpected. The guy was a virtuoso when it came to sexual game playing.

Sure enough, he came back into the bathroom carrying one of my skates.

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“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked, starting to feel very worried. I’d just had the blades sharpened.

James gave me a sly look and laid the skate on the bathroom counter. Then he began to very slowly pull the lace out of it, glancing at me with mysterious intent as he did so.

What was he planning? I shook the water out of my eyes and continued to wash myself as he extracted the dirty white lace from the skate boot.

When he had it free he balled it up in his fist and joined me in the shower, luckily leaving the skate itself on the bathroom counter.

He came under the hot water with me and immediately captured my lips with his, kissing me with passion. Then he pulled back.

He held out his fist and opened it so that the black skate lace unfurled from its anchor point between his fingers.

I glanced at him, wondering at his plans.

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He held it under the water, wetting it thoroughly, and began to glide it over my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders but moving ever so slowly downward.

It felt like a tiny wet snake or sea creature caressing me. I closed my eyes to enjoy it even more, not knowing where it would land next. He took his time, sliding it over my wet buttocks, up my abdomen, over my shoulder, giving my skin the occasional soft kiss in its wake.

This was James’ skill. Taking something as simple and innocent as the lace from an old pair of skates and turning it into an implement of erotic seduction.

Finally, after teasing me for a very long time, he reached down and deftly tied the wet lace around the base of my erection, behind my balls, where it became the perfect makeshift cock ring.

“That will teach you to make fun of my skating skills.”

My chest moved with fast breaths as I stared at him, desire flaming. “Yes, Sir.”

He took the long end of the lace and wound it over and around the top of my balls, pushing the testicles down so that they ached with tension. He secured it somehow so that my junk was trussed like a stuffed piglet. It hurt, but in a good way – as usual. There were safety scissors in the bathroom vanity. There were safety scissors in every room of the house because James never knew where he might be inspired to tie one, or both, of us up.

“That will keep you quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Reach up and hold onto the shower head.”

I did, my hands grasping the warm steel as the water coursed over my bent head and shoulders.

“Good boy.”

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two, coming summer 2017

Excerpt #1 from Return to the Beach House

 

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Darrin Peters stared at the memo in front of him. Written there on the Peters & Mayhew Construction letterhead, in his office manager’s distinctly neat writing was the following simple phrase:

Please call Marco Zanetti at 1-902-749-4201 regarding renovations to the old house at Plover Point.

Marco Zanetti. Darrin hadn’t encountered that name in a very long time. For a second he wondered if it could be the same boy. Well, man. But the connection to the house at Plover Point left no doubt. It had to be him.

Darrin had heard through the Somerville grapevine that the lot had been purchased, but he’d never have guessed that the purchaser was Marco. And likely Sam Harris was a part of it.

Sam Harris. As far as Darrin knew they were still together. Had been together since that fateful afternoon.

Flashes of memory returned to him that were painful and pleasurable at once. It had been a hot summer day. They’d played a casual game of soccer with the other guys, and then he and Sam had convinced Marco to come with them to the beach. But Sam had planned this in advance and Darrin had agreed. He’d known what  might happen, since Sam had been interested in the soft-spoken introvert for some time. But, honestly, the idea of an afternoon threesome in the abandoned beach house had been entirely irresistible to Darrin’s hormone-addled brain at the time.

It was a good memory with a painful ending. He and Sam had introduced Marco to a whole world of physical pleasure amid the decaying wood and sea-salt smell of the house at Plover Point. They’d taken turns together, all three of them, until it was hard to know who was who anymore. Darrin remembered such a feeling of euphoria and excitement that he had never experienced before or since. But afterward, while he slept in a coma of contentment, Sam had told Marco of his strong feelings and Marco had succumbed to the invitation that presented itself.

Who could blame him? Sam in those days had been magnificent. Surfer blond sun-bleached hair, eyes the softest caramel, a perfect splatter of freckles on his nose and cheeks.

Darrin remembered other things too. The way Sam’s long cock looked all wet and glistening after Darrin sucked it, making the boy moan and whisper dirty things he wanted Darrin to do next. The way Sam’s musical laugh would bubble forth when Darrin’s intimate kisses tickled. The way Sam’s expressive face looked at the moment of orgasm.

Darrin cleared his throat as his cock swelled in his jeans. He shook his head, ridding it of those thoughts. That Sam was gone now. Grown older like the rest of them and living with Marco, he was inaccessible to Darrin and he might as well forget about the way things had been. It was ancient history.

He would like a general estimate on the cost of a full tear-down and rebuild.

Oh yeah? So they were going to do to the broken down shack what they’d done to Darrin that day? Losing Sam that way had been devastating, no matter how tough and uncaring he’d seemed on the outside. He’d gone to college with a broken heart and an aimless sense of his future. He’d had to rebuild himself from the ground up, forgetting the blond boy and figuring out what he was going to do for sex and love from now on. He’d figured out the first part all right, and fairly quickly too. But the second part still eluded him.

And now here was Marco, years later, contacting him for estimates. Well, contacting the company. He probably didn’t know that Darrin’s father had passed away, leaving Darrin in charge of the Peters portion of Peters & Mayhew Construction. He probably thought Darrin was long gone in some other direction.

His phone buzzed. “Yes, Melanie?”

“Your ten o’clock is here.”

“Thank you. Show them to the boardroom. I’ll be there shortly.”

Darrin pushed the note to the side of his desk and opened his laptop, checking to see who he was meeting with this morning so he could gather his thoughts.

 

Update!

Many things are changing for me this year.

My previous Facebook account was a combination of my author persona and my personal friends/family life which simply wasn’t working anymore so I took a lengthy break and ended up deleting it. I now have a separate Facebook account for friends and family which I am deliberately keeping very small and use mostly for the purpose of keeping up with out-of-town folks.

I have created a new Elizabeth Lister Facebook account specifically for my promos and author related activity. It can be found here.

I also started a Tumblr account that I’m having so much fun with that can be found here.

You can still find me on Twitter here.

And, of course, this website is the best place to find out about my work and keep up to date with current projects.

Now that the Christmas season is over and my family seems in large part recovered from the various plagues and viruses that have been assailing us for the past four weeks, I am very excited about my work-in-progress, Return to the Beach House. I wasn’t sure at first whether it would be a short story, novella or full length novel, but it has evolved on its own into the latter.

The beautiful thing is that I seem able to combine several things that I’ve wanted to do for a long time into this one large and ambitious project.

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These would be, one, setting a story in a small Maritime town on the South Shore of Nova Scotia. My family used to spend a few weeks every second summer in Liverpool, which was a favourite and memorable place for me. A place that I have not been able to spend much time recently and would love to revisit in my imagination. The small town in the novel will be the fictional town of Somerville, but will be based on my memories of Liverpool, N.S.

Two, taking an idea from a project I was unable to complete during my Scriptwriting course at Algonquin College, an idea that was one of three selected in the class to pitch to the executives of the CBC during a field trip to Toronto and the Film Training Centre. Although I never completed the project, the story idea was well received and I’ve always believed it had great potential. Even at the young age of 26 I had an interest in writing about gay men, and the central characters of this story were an established gay couple. But their homosexuality was only a sidebar to the main story.

Three, writing a contemporary novel not particularly aimed at a MM Romance readership. I have been writing specifically for MLR Press for five years now, and although it has been immensely rewarding and educational, I feel like I am ready to step outside of the strict codes and guidelines of the romance and specifically, MM romance, rules and guidelines.

This, of course, means finding another publisher who has no problem combining gay romance with heterosexual or bisexual characters, and storylines that include realistic occurrences such as a character straying outside of an established relationship. I want to write about real life as much as possible with its diverse representation of humanity and its full range of behaviours whether ideal or flawed, and I’m finding that the confines of the MM romance world don’t allow that.

So 2017 will be the year for breaking out of a specific genre and writing the book I want to write, featuring characters that call to me in their flawed and miraculous existence. Although not specifically a romance or erotic romance, rest assured that it will still feature much of my previous style since I have always written from the heart and enjoy detailing the amorous encounters of my characters. However, I hope that this story will be richer in detail, description and plot than anything I have written previously.

~ Liz

 

 

Next Stop, IML!

For my books at least.

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Thanks to my very kind representative in the States, Alexi Indy Wulfe, I will have a presence at International Mister Leather again this year!  The Leather Archives and Museum is offering authors a two hour time slot to sell books, for free!

The Leather Archives booth will be on the 3rd Floor in its own room this year: Map of Venue

So look for my rep at the Leather Archives and Museum booth on the 3rd floor at the IML venue between 5 and 7pm on Friday, May 22nd.  Books will be selling for $15 (American) each, or you can purchase the entire trilogy for $40.

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This has to be one of my favourite BDSM themed series – the writing is excellent, the action is hot and the sexual tension is perfect. Best of all, these are just ordinary guys trying to sort out their love life.

~ MM Good Book Reviews