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In this book Brian matures a great deal and the book is full of surprises. Brian had great hopes as he got to San Diego and he manages to find a place to live and a job. His landlord, Leo Horshiwitz, is fatherly and he works in the LGBT community. He also meets Emilio and Mike and they quickly become friends. Brian continues his search for Jamie but his luck is lousy and I wanted him to keep trying but I also sensed the pain he felt when things did not work out. It is in this section that Barnaby really catches the reader with some beautiful writing.


Brian had no trouble making friends even with his self- restraint and we see a comedic side of him?  Brian  really lets us get to know him and he keeps us on our toes through the plot  twists even with the sense of mystery that he carries. Barnaby creates wonderful characters and they are all full of life but Brian is her special creation; he is innocent yet wise and I could not help but love him. Barnaby had already sold me on the series with the two earlier books but she has cemented my relationship with the books with this one. It is intensely good storytelling and I am ready for still more.”


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Little Boy Lost: Vanished now available from Dreamspinner Press
Brian McAllister’s story continues in San Diego, where he finds so much more than he ever expected: acceptance, friends, encouragement, and an entire world of sexual adventure he’d never dared to imagine back in his small Alabama town. He continues to search for one lost boy in a sea of humanity but slowly begins to realize that maybe dreams really don’t come true.

Encouraged by new friends Mike and Emilio, Brian struggles to find work and keep his spirits up while his hope of finding Jamie starts to falter. But when life comes crashing down, he’s desperate to keep his new life. Can Brian do the unthinkable to remain in California when his money runs out? When Brian meets a beaten and bruised boy no one seems willing to help, he knows that walking away is no longer an option.

Papi by J. P. Barnaby coming August 10th from Dreamspinner Press

Kyle Lang just got out of a marriage that lasted too goddamned long. He’d known when he married her that he shouldn’t have. For the last few years, he’s been haunted by daydreams showing him the perfect feel of another man’s skin. The problem is, the bar scene isn’t working so well for him. When Kyle picks up Jesse, an eighteen-year-old illegal who turns tricks for cash, he finally finds the scratch for that desperate itch. For Jesse, who is only gay for pay to support his sister, it is the first time he’s ever been aroused by the touch of another man. The consequences will change his whole world.
Excerpt:
The supplicant boy shifted on his knees and Kyle felt one small hand wrap around the base of his erection, stroking in time with the mouth. Another hand joined in, an exciting accompaniment to the melodic pulsing rhythm of sucking and stroking, making Kyle’s heart race. Kyle spread his legs further as his balls were stroked, a delicate finger rubbing behind them as his toes curled inside his shoes. Nothing had ever felt as good as the kid’s mouth and hands.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyle moaned as the arrangement of lips and hands changed. He could almost see the kid’s soft pink tongue snaking out from between swollen lips to tease and massage his tender balls. Using one hand to hold Kyle’s rigid cock out of the way, Jesse used the other to rub behind them as he continued to suck. Wandering fingers came dangerously close to sliding between Kyle’s buttocks, but never quite moved that far. It shocked him to realize how much he wanted that.
Kyle’s legs shook with the effort of standing. It had never been like this, not with his hook-ups, not with old girlfriends, not even with his wife. Squeezing his eyes closed, he tried to push back the regrets and anger he felt for denying that part of himself for so long. If he hadn’t been such a pussy, he would have told his family that marrying Evelyn was a bad idea. Unfortunately, he had been young and stupid and had allowed the sham to happen. For his own comfort and dignity, he had let it continue to go on for far too long. Picking up the boy had been exactly what he’d needed.
Finally, Kyle felt like everything had fallen into place.
All at once, he started taking quick little shallow breaths. His body was starting to tighten, and a low desperate moan forced its way from his parted lips. The boy stopped abruptly, pulling back. At first Kyle thought he’d moved to avoid the jizz, but realized that he’d moved to prevent Kyle from reaching that point.
“Not yet, papi,” the boy told him, amusement clear in his voice. Slowly getting to his feet, Jesse pushed Kyle’s shoulder with just enough gentle pressure to turn him and get the older man to sit on the side of the sagging queen-sized bed. Trying not to think about what kinds of stains soiled the surface of the bedspread, Kyle began to lift his leg to pull off the rumpled jeans, but Jesse beat him to it. Resting a hand on the older man’s knee, he knelt again to pull at the laces of Kyle’s shoes. With unhurried but deliberate purpose, Jesse undressed Kyle, who marveled at the kid’s customer service skills. That thought nearly forced a nervous chuckle out of Kyle as Jesse stood before the naked man and toed out of his own shoes before shucking the ripped and battered jeans. Several condoms and a packet of lube were partially visible in Jesse’s hand.
Kyle got a wonderful view of the kid’s body as he crawled onto the bed past him and lay on his stomach, tousled black hair fanning across his arms as he rested his head on the pillow.
Cojeme, papi,” Jesse said quietly, looking back over his shoulder. The small smile playing on his lips was fucking sexy.
“What does that mean?” Kyle asked as he moved to lay almost completely on top of the boy, his hard cock pressing against the soft skin of Jesse’s ass, rubbing insistently against the left cheek.
“It means ‘fuck me’,” the boy moaned, pushing up into Kyle’s slow grind.


Papi (c) Copyright 2011 – J. P. Barnaby
Cover images (c) Copyright 2011 – Kent Taylor Photography
Cover model: Parker Perry
Cover artist: AngstyG

Beautiful bookmarks

Posted: June 30, 2011 in Gay Porn

As part of my promotion for GayRomLit, I’ll be giving out these two absolutely stunning bookmarks of gay adult models Trent Diesel and Parker Perry. The bookmarks (as well as their coordinating covers) were designed by AngstyG Web and Graphic Design.

Thank you to @TrentDiesel69 and @Parker_Perryfor lending their gorgeous likenesses to make these keepsakes (and their covers) remarkable.

I’m excited to share a book trailer for the new release Little Boy Lost: Vanished, coming July 18th from Dreamspinner Press.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/Iix00Pmchf0

Copyright 2011 (c) – J. P. Barnaby

This excerpt is from the third Little Boy Lost book – Vanished. Because the book is still in the preparation process, this passage is unedited.  

Release Date: July 18, 2011 from Dreamspinner Press      


Tony and Emilio turned away from the bar, and they were each carrying a tray. It wasn’t until they got closer that I could see tiny little glasses of clear liquid. Each tray also had a bowl of lime wedges and a saltshaker. I looked at Mike curiously.
“Of course they’d pick tequila,” he sighed. “I’m more of a vodka guy myself. But just watch what we do, kid. It ain’t rocket science.” His face broke into a wicked grin, and he shifted me closer to his lap. “Hey, Kenny, think we should teach the boy how to do body shots?”
The rest of the guys laughed at Mike’s question, but I didn’t understand what he meant. I couldn’t imagine he was talking about hitting me, but I wrapped my arms protectively around myself anyway. Kenny looked at Enrique sitting next to him, who just rolled his eyes and nodded. His expression was kind, which made me think they were talking about something more flirtatious than violent. Still, I looked around nervously at the seven other guys now grinning at me.
“At the bar, or…?” Tony asked, but Mike shook his head.
“No, no one plays with our boy but us,” Mike told him in a low voice.
“Agreed,” Kenny said and nodded toward a low table that sat in front of one of the couches farther down the wall. “Why don’t you guys go grab that table, it should work fine.”
“Baby, it’s okay. All it means is that we’re going to lick salt off you after a shot. We just want to help you loosen up a little. You’re so fucking serious all the time,” Mike whispered as each guy picked up a glass and a lime.
Within minutes, I found myself feeling stupid and more than a little nervous as I lay flat on my back on the low wooden table.
Apparently to Mike, having a group of strange guys licking you wasn’t an issue. The more I thought about it, though, I realized they weren’t strange guys. They were my friends.
That thought made me smile, and I relaxed.
“That’s it, kid,” Tony said with a laugh. “Hey, Mike, why don’t you go first and show him how it’s done?” Mike nodded and knelt next to the low table. He squirted a little of the lime juice on my neck and sprinkled salt onto it. As I watched, he drank the entire contents of the small glass and then very slowly ran his tongue along my neck, licking up the salt. He finished by stuffing the lime into his mouth. There was a warm tingling sensation on my neck where he’d licked.
“Your turn,” he told me and handed me one of the small glasses and a lime as I sat up. I mimicked his actions, applied the lime juice and salt to his neck and then downed the glass. The hacking cough that seemed to start at my feet took every bit of the sexiness out of my licking his neck, but the lime helped to calm it down.
“It’s burning my throat,” I told Mike as he handed me the water Tony had also brought from the bar.
“It’s okay; it just takes some getting used to. You don’t have to drink it at all to hang out with us and have a good time. You can be our designated driver,” Mike said, laughing.
“I don’t have a license,” I told him, taking another drink of the water. The burning in my throat had subsided, and a warm, pleasant feeling had settled over me.
“How can you not have a driver’s license?” Mike asked, sounding completely shocked. “Didn’t they teach you to drive tractors and shit down on the farm?” I smacked him on the arm.
“I just never got around to it,” I replied as someone laid me back down on the table. The truth was that I never wanted to bother Richard and Carolyn with it. Teaching me, taking me for the test, paying for my insurance, it just felt like to much to ask for a foster kid. I always figured I’d get it after I could do it on my own. A hand on my chest pulled me back into the game we were playing.  Tony was next to take a shot off me, but he decided to do his off my stomach. It took all of my will power not to moan as he licked my stomach. They sat me up again, and I did the same to Tony, licking the salt off his perfectly sculpted stomach while looking up into his eyes.
Emilio and Carter were next, and they decided to do their shots at the same time, lifting up my shirt and licking salt off my nipples. I felt a little uncomfortable exposing my chest in a bar, but since I took off my shirt almost every day at work, I didn’t worry too much about it. I took a shot off Emilio’s chest, but Kenny pushed me down onto the table before I could take the one off Carter. By then I was on my third shot of tequila, feeling warm all over and a little adventurous.
Pulling down the right side of my loose jeans, Kenny placed the salt along my exposed right hipbone. I heard Mike hiss from somewhere to my left, and then he watched as Kenny took the shot. The feeling of his tongue on my hip, licking the salt slowly and making sure to find every single grain, made me squirm on the table. Kenny laughed as he stood up until I grabbed the belt loop of his jeans, pulling down the right side. He watched in amazement as I applied the lime and salt and then took the shot. His skin was warm and soft as I licked all over his hip, not even bothering with the pretense of the salt. As I ran the point of my tongue across his hipbone, I looked up into his eyes. Resting my forehead against his stomach, I pulled the side of his jeans back into place, accidentally grazing his crotch with my cheek.
The room was starting to spin a little.
“Holy fucking Christ,” Kenny whispered, but before I could apologize, he’d grabbed Enrique’s hand and dragged him off. I looked nervously at Mike and saw that he was staring at me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…,” I started to apologize, but then Mike’s face broke out into a smile. “I didn’t mean to make them leave.” I finished a little sheepishly, and he laughed.
“Baby, he just dragged his boy to the john so he could fuck him. Believe me; they’ll both thank you for it later.” I looked in the direction that Kenny and Enrique had disappeared. Sure enough, there was a sign for the men’s room. It made me feel powerful and sexy that I could have that kind of effect on another man, especially one as beautiful as Kenny.
“I want one more shot,” Mike said as the rest of the guys started to disappear toward the dance floor. I started to lie back on the table, but Mike pulled me up and toward him so that I was straddling his lap on the couch. He grinned and put the salt on the opposite side of my neck from where he had before. Only he put the lime between my teeth, with the cut side toward him. Taking the shot, he took his time licking and kissing my neck and then my cheek. Using his mouth, he pulled the lime out of mine and sucked the juice out of it, but before I could move away, he was kissing me.
The kiss started slow and teasing but got deeper as he wrapped his arms around my waist. In the back of my mind, I could hear a kind of voice warning me that I should stop, but the alcohol and the heady arousal muffled the sound. The kiss ended before I could figure out what bothered me about it. I liked the feeling of Mike’s arms around me, the comfort of his kiss. We were just friends; there wasn’t anything wrong with showing affection. The guys in the house were affectionate all the time.
As I leaned forward in an attempt to get off his lap, my jeans slid down just a little in the back under his fingers, and I heard him groan softly.
“Fuck, tell me you’re not freeballin’,” he murmured against my ear over the sound of the music, letting his fingers slide under the waistband on the back of my jeans. At first, I was startled to have him touch me like that. Then I remembered how much Mike loved to fuck around with me, and with my newfound liquid courage, I wanted to let him know that I gave as good as I got. Leaning forward so that my head rested on his shoulder, I moaned softly in his ear.
“Mmmmmhmmmm… nothing but the jeans,” I revealed quietly, momentarily distracted by Mike’s heavy breaths on my neck and how he was almost, but not quite, kissing my skin.
“Christ, you make me horny,” Mike admitted and sat back against the couch, turning me around and spreading his legs apart so that I could sit between them. I felt his hard cock through his jeans as it grazed my back. I really liked that I could turn him on. It excited me that I could make his body respond by simply whispering in his ear.
It felt so fucking nice to be wanted.
We sat on the couch for a while, watching the guys dance. I felt comfortable and warm leaning against Mike.
“Come on, kid, let’s go dance,” Mike said, pushing me as Kenny and Enrique emerged from the bathroom looking tousled but happy and relaxed. Kenny winked at me as they passed, and Enrique slapped him on the ass as they both laughed. They were heading in the direction of the dance floor where the rest of our friends were, so Mike and I followed.
There were a lot of people, but it wasn’t packed. It was the first time in a long time I’d been able to be around a crowd of people and not feel panicky. I guessed that the alcohol in my system was responsible for that, and I had to admit I kind of liked the feeling. The song changed as we walked over to where Tony, Carter, and Kenny were dancing in a circle with the rest of our friends. Without losing a step, they moved and invited us in.
A new song started, and Emilio, who was shirtless for some reason, squealed like a girl. He moved over to dance in front of me, facing me while Mike pressed against my back. Mike’s hands were on my hips, guiding me to the beat, while Emilio put my hands on his ass and was waving his arms over his head. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. I was sure we looked ridiculous, but it was fun and free, and I finally let loose after holding everything in for so fucking long.
The song changed again, one with a slightly slower, more sensual beat. Emilio turned around but didn’t move away, reaching back to wrap my arms around his waist. He tried to put my hand near his crotch, but when I resisted, he laughed and put it on his abdomen instead. We were all moving in perfect time with the song, and Mike was singing in my ear. He had a nice voice, low and sweet. As Emilio moved in front of me, his ass was grinding lightly against my crotch just as mine was against Mike. The alcohol was making me feel bold, so I slid my fingers along Emilio’s waistband and caressed his hard stomach as we moved. He moaned and laid his head back on my shoulder.
“You know, mijo, we could play like this whenever you want. The three of us in bed,” he murmured loudly against my skin, kissing my neck. Behind me, Mike was not to be outdone. He pulled my earlobe between his lips, humming softly and whispering how sexy I was. My cock was hard, rubbing freely against my jeans without the barrier that briefs would have provided. I reached up and tangled my fingers in the back of Mike’s hair. He responded by moving one of his hands from my belt loop higher to slide under my shirt, stroking my side.
“God, you have no idea how much I want you to fuck me,” Mike moaned quietly against my ear. That warning voice finally got my attention.
“I think I need another drink,” I panted, from how hard I was. Dancing, grinding between those two incredibly hot guys, was intense. Just as I said it, the song ended and Mike took my hand and led me back to the couch while Emilio stayed out on the floor.
“What would you like, sunshine?” he asked casually as if grinding against one of his friends on the dance floor was no big deal, something he did all the time. For all I knew, it probably was.
“I don’t know, how about a daiquiri?” I asked, naming the only drink I could think of. Carolyn had made them for a couple of friends one night when they had come over for some kind of party for makeup or bowls or something. My brain just wasn’t working right, so I couldn’t remember.
“No, baby. Rule number one of alcohol is never mix. It will make you sick as a fucking dog. Daiquiris are rum, not tequila. How about a margarita or a tequila sunrise?” Mike asked.
“Sure,” I said, not caring which one he brought since I didn’t know what they were anyway. He looked at me like he was going to try to get a decision and then just shook his head and went up to the bar. Feeling mellow, I sat back on the couch, watching the dance floor. It was nice to spend one night not thinking.
“Here you go,” Mike said, handing me a colorful orange and red drink with a long straw buried in its depths. The drink he was carrying for himself was clear and fizzing like a lemon-lime soda. I took several long pulls through the straw, and my mostly empty stomach filled with a pleasant warmth.
“If you start to feel sick, you let me know,” he warned and climbed back on the couch behind me even though we were the only ones on it. My cock, which had softened nicely after Mike went to get the drinks, started twitching at the feeling of his breath on my neck. It was like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket early in the morning: warm, happy, and aroused. I decided to enjoy it.
After several more dances and another few rounds of the pretty orange and red drinks, I looked at my phone to see what time it was and couldn’t read it. Hitting the button on the side to turn on the backlight, I still couldn’t read it. I was so tired.
“Fuck, theresomething wrong wiff my phone,” I told Mike as I lay on the couch with my head in his lap, fighting the urge to sleep. “I can’tsee time itis.” He laughed and took the phone from me. I closed my eyes, letting him have it.
“It’s a little past eleven, and I think it’s time for us to go home, baby boy. You’re fucking loaded,” he said with a chuckle, and I heard him talking to someone else but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
When I opened my eyes again, we were in the Jeep.
“Werenyou drunken too?” I asked, trying to put on my seat belt and failing. Mike reached over and pulled the strap across my body, and I heard the elusive click as it snapped into place.
“I’m older, bigger, and more experienced with booze than you,” he informed me, and then I felt his lips against mine as he kissed me slowly. I couldn’t think of anything but how it made my body feel. Moaning into the kiss, it seemed like my heart beat harder, causing me to feel a little dizzy. It had been so fucking long since I’d felt like that.
Mike pulled back and kissed me on the forehead before putting the Jeep in reverse.
The next thing I knew, Mike was helping me out of the Jeep and into the house. It took a long time for us to get up the stairs to the second floor. I just wanted to sleep.
“Baby, where are your keys?” Mike asked when we finally got to the door to my room. I looked at him, feeling confused because I didn’t know why he needed my keys if we were already home. Looking up and down the hall, Mike swore under his breath and muttered that I must have left them in the Jeep. He sighed and pulled me toward his room.
We were gonna have a sleepover like Jamie and I used to have.
I missed being held.
My heart hurt.
Mike held me up with one arm as he unlocked the door to his room with the other.
My throat burned.
I didn’t want to think anymore.
As Mike closed the door behind us, I pushed him back up against it, feeling my whole body pressed against his. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.
“Smell good,” I told him as I began to kiss and nuzzle his skin.
“Uhm, hi there,” Mike said with a chuckle as he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from kissing his neck. “I’m buzzin too, kid, so you don’t want to be doing that.”
“You don’ want meeether,” I said, finally letting a little of the heartache out. Then my voice dropped to a whisper, and I choked out, “’M so fuckin’ sick of nobody wantin’ me.”
“Baby, I do want you,” Mike soothed, pulling me closer and stroking my hair. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“So alone, all the time,” I sighed, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “Don’ wanna be alone anymore.”
“Shhhhhh… you’re not alone, we’re all here, angel,” Mike said after a moment, and his voice sounded clogged, stuffy.
“He leff. Never looked to find me. Hurtsso much, Mike,” I told him, and I could feel that I was shaking but couldn’t stop it.
“Micah,” Mike whispered. “My name is Micah.”
“Please, Micah. Just tonight. Want to feel…. I can’t…. It hurts,” I begged, and I could hear the desperation even over the haze of the booze fogging my brain. I didn’t even know if what I was saying made any sense, and I knew I should just go to sleep.
His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed me.
“I know what it’s like to feel alone,” Micah whispered against my lips with long, tender kisses as he pulled me into his bed.