Flashback

In The Loft – Book Three, James, Tate and Sebastian look back on some pivotal moments thanks to some archived CCTV camera footage.

 

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The next afternoon we set ourselves up in the basement with pizza and beer. James had already transferred all the files to a memory stick as Donovan had suggested so he inserted it into the USB port in the LG flatscreen.

“First weekend,” James murmured, clicking on the first .dvp file.

And suddenly there we were. I was transported back to that Friday evening as I watched Sebastian greet me at the door and lead me by the hand to the living room sofa. The image quality was actually pretty good. It was in colour and we could see everything pretty well. The only thing it didn’t have was sound.

“Jesus. Look how young we were!” I couldn’t help saying. I sidelined a glance at James. “Y’old pedophile.”

He laughed. “You were both legal.”

“Barely,” I said. “I mean, I was, but Sebastian looks like he’s about nineteen!” I’d been twenty-seven and Sebastian had been twenty-three or twenty-four, I couldn’t remember.

“That wasn’t even two years ago,” James said. “You’re being dramatic.”

Moi?

We continued and I was struck silent because I imagined James upstairs at the time watching this scene between Sebastian and me unfold on his laptop. No wonder he’d saved it.

In the video Sebastian undid my pants and bent to take my erect dick in his mouth as I tried to quell my pretty damn obvious excitement. We’d never even touched before this day and we were practically complete strangers. James had told Sebastian exactly what to do when I arrived.

I glanced at James. He met my gaze and smiled.

“See why I saved it? I could tell there was something special between you right from the start. But I had no idea at that time that it would take you away from me.”

We watched the scenes from that first weekend with rapt attention. Of course he didn’t have the shower scene. There wasn’t a camera in any of the bathrooms. I was somewhat relieved and a little bit disappointed.

When we came to the part in the loft with me tied to the bench and Sebastian on the cross with the dildo up his ass my breath caught.

“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that weekend.” James said softly. “It was the first time I’d ever had two subs to play with at the same time.”

“Shhh,” I said, leaning forward as I watched myself in the video crawl to Sebastian and take his cock in my mouth. By that time he’d been watching James play with me for a long time and he was ready to come. I watched, transfixed, as he shuddered and writhed, coming violently in my mouth. I saw the scene from an entirely different perspective. It was incredibly hot.

“That’s it,” James said as the movie finished. “What next?”

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Loft – Book Three, rough draft

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