Welcome to our 2nd week of celebrations for the amazing
In today's post, we'll look at The Pearl and The Pathfinders, from Geoffrey's romance novels, plus some little-known facts about our fabulous author. There's also a chance to win one of his book, all the way at the bottom of this post.
First up, The Pearl
The Top End of Australia—a tropical paradise filled with beauty. Wonder. Danger.
For two young boys growing up in the Northern Territory—half-Aboriginal Jarrah "Jad" Yindi and his best friend Luke Lawson—the remote beaches and aqua waters of the Top End are a playground of adventure. And as two best friends become young men, true love washes over them like the sea upon the sand.
But life is full of challenges and change, and if Jad is to discover who he really is, he must piece together his ancestral past, his dream-filled present and his uncertain future to become the man he was always destined to be.
Through water and fire; through love and loss; through the days of youth to the stories of the world's oldest living culture, journey across the heart of Australia to discover what's in the heart of one young man.
THUNDER rumbled as the thick black clouds rolled across the horizon. The heat triggered a flash of lightning as we stripped down to our underpants and pushed the canoe out across the water.
It was unbearably humid and I was sweating despite the lack of sun.
Or was it my nerves that were making me perspire?
We reached the crow’s nest in silence and dived into the water, me with my new knife.
We wondered whether Old Salty was still stuck in the wreck, but as we swam toward the ship and the shoal there was no sign of him, only the big old hole he’d left in the hull. I didn’t imagine the old croc would be back in a hurry after having his pride hurt like that.
My new knife gave us twice the amount of oysters we usually cleaned off the shoal.
We filled my net quickly, then returned to shore where we sat on the sand and tipped the shells up to our lips, letting one fat oyster after another slide down our throats.
As he shucked another shell with his own knife, Luke asked me, “Do you still have it?”
I smiled. “Of course I do.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. I leaned back on the sand, turning away from him to fetch my shorts. I pulled the pearl from my pocket, but when I rolled back toward him Luke was no longer sitting opposite me.
Now he was hovering above me.
Leaning on one arm.
His eyes serious.
Filled with longing.
I stayed on my back, looking up into his eyes, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what to do, what to say.
Luke spoke first.
“My father never once told me he loved me. I don’t want to be like him. I don’t want to be like that.”
“What are you saying?” I whispered in a voice so soft I could barely hear myself.
Luke swallowed. “I’m saying—I love you, Jarrah.”
This time I was the one who did the kissing.
Nothing on earth could have stopped me.
I lifted my head and pressed my lips hard against his.
I opened my mouth and he opened his and our tongues slid inside, tasting the salt of the sea and the juice of the oysters and the passion that had been burning inside each of us for so long.
He took my jaw in his hand and I ran my fingers through his salty blond hair, and suddenly—
“The pearl!” I pulled out of the kiss, realizing it’d had slipped from my hand.
Desperately I rolled over and scanned the sand, my eyes filled with panic.
In the glow of a lightning bolt I saw a flash in the sand.
With a sigh of relief I carefully plucked up the pearl and safely stashed it in the pocket of my shorts once more.
I was on my stomach now, lying flat in the sand, and as I moved to roll over again Luke stopped me.
I felt his warmth as he gently lowered himself on top of me, his chest and stomach and groin pressing into my back and arse.
The curves and lines of our bodies slotted against each other perfectly.
I could feel the hammer of his heart against my back.
I felt the urgent push of his erection, despite the barrier of our underpants, nestling between the cheeks of my arse.
I felt his lips kiss the nape of my neck, my shoulders, the rim of my ears.
A quake of thunder crashed through the sky.
A second later the heavens opened up and the tropical rain teemed down.
It was warm and heavy.
It flattened the ocean.
It drenched the sand.
But Luke and I didn’t care.
As the rain turned his hair into a matted muddy-blond mess ...
As it ran down his face and licked at his long eyelashes …
As it ran in rivers down my spine and pooled at the base of my back …
I felt his lips caress my shoulders and follow the rush of warm rainwater down toward my arse.
That’s when his fingers curled around the elastic waist of my underpants and slid them down—all the way down—past my arse, down my thighs and over my ankles.
There I lay, naked, terrified, yet I had never felt less vulnerable in all my life.
Because I knew that Luke was just as terrified as me.
I felt his hand tenderly touch my back and my own erection strained between my body and a mound of sand. He slid his fingers down to my arse. He stroked my firm cheeks. His fingertips trickled down my crack with the flow of running rain.
He leaned down and kissed my arse cheeks, first the left, then the right, and I moaned out loud.
The sand shifted next to me as he knelt and I knew he was sliding off his own sopping wet underpants.
Desperately I wanted to see him.
I wanted to see him in all his glory.
I rolled over and my own erection swung wide and settled on my sand-covered stomach as I settled onto my back. The teeming rain quickly washed the sand away as I lay there before him.
He was beautiful.
He was mine.
And I was his.
We always had been.
My hand ventured out. I touched his thigh before my hand made its way up. He didn’t stop me, he only smiled, the rain running down his face.
My fingers reached his shaft. They wrapped themselves gently around him. He was warm and I could feel his blood pulsing through his veins. He groaned and dropped his head back, his eyes closed, his face turned up to the turbulent, tumbling sky. He opened his mouth and tasted the downpour of tropical rain. He drank it.
At the same time I sat up on one elbow, my other arm extended to Luke’s hardness.
For the first time in my life I tasted him, the flavour reminded me of an oyster. Salty, plump, moist, delicate, irresistible.
I wanted more.
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Secondly today, The Pathfinders
Hell, I knew the divorce from Sophie would break my heart, but I had no idea how lost and lonely I would feel once she was gone. Everything ended amicably, almost too peacefully, but now I’m facing a whole new chapter of my life. The only problem is, I don’t know what that chapters holds, or if anyone will ever be there to catch me if I fall again.
My only savior right now is my cousin and best friend Hux. We’ve known each other just about our whole lives, and his invitation up to the woods to help him rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake could be the one thing I need to figure out what plans the universe has in store for me… and the path I need to find.
Hell, I knew Jack’s divorce from Sophie would break his heart, but I had no idea it would bring to the surface all the yearning and pain and hopelessness I’ve felt over the years. The fact is, Jack’s the one and only person I ever want to spend the rest of my life with. But how do you tell your best friend—your cousin—how you truly feel?
I know I need to help him through the dark days following his divorce, but will I be able to keep myself from betraying all his trust by letting my true feelings show? Will inviting him up to the woods to help me rebuild the old cabin by Pathfinders Lake be the end of our relationship? Or will we finally find our very own path in this world together?
THE PATHFINDERS is a stand-alone Cousins-to-Lovers Gay Romance that shatters taboos to prove that love is love and always deserves a HEA.
WHEN I heard his truck coming down the drive my heart hammered in my chest harder than before. I’d been pacing the porch before I heard the truck, looking down the winding trail of the drive every second or so in search of him. The moment I heard the engine I glanced up to see glimpses of his red Chevy pick-up through the trees. Quickly I hurried back inside, not wanting to appear too damn keen like some old man sitting on a rocker on the porch waiting for the mailman.
With a squeak of brakes he pulled up outside and I thought to myself, I’ll have to fix those for him. Jack was hopeless at getting that damn truck of his fixed when it needed it.
But thoughts of trucks and brakes quickly left my mind when I peered through the window and saw him sitting behind the wheel as he pulled the truck around to the side of the cabin.
I broke into a sprint to greet him before I could even take a moment to tell myself to act cool and be myself. Hell, when had I ever ‘been myself’ around him? I was in love with my cousin, for fuck’s sake. There was no ‘being yourself’ with that kind of secret to keep.
Not that I was ever fake around him.
The truck hadn’t even stopped moving before I yanked the driver’s door open and grabbed Jack by the T-shirt, using all my might to suppress the desire to rip that T-shirt clean off him.
“Get outta that truck and give me a hug, you son of a bitch.”
Before he could refuse me, I squeezed him in an embrace so tight I picked him up off his feet. I barely noticed the laugh I crushed out of him. I was too intoxicated by the scent of him. Those hugs—those welcome embraces—were the closest I got to smell him. Over the years I came to know the smell of him so well I could’ve picked up his scent on a crowded New York city block. He’d used the same shaving cream since he started shaving when he was sixteen; it had a kind of sweet, forest scent, like pinecones on a rainy day. It lingered with the smell of timber that seemed to permeate Jack’s skin on account of all the time he spent stacking lumber at the back of the hardware store. And then of course there was the smell of coffee. Jack had a coffee grinder at home, he poured the beans into it by hand and I don’t even know if he knew, but damn that man smelled just fine with the scent of coffee on his fingers and his hair from when he’d run with fingers through it.
Pinecones in the rain.
That was the scent of the man I adored so much.
I felt my cock stiffen faster than I could control it and I had to put him down. I took him by the shoulders and pushed him back a step so I could take a good look at him.
“Well, you don’t look like a hermit,” I said. “After going into hiding for so long I was kind of expecting tattered clothes and a beard down to your knees. It’s nice to see you shaved.”
I couldn’t just see it. I could smell it.
“It’s nice to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”
“You’d miss it if I did, admit it,” I said, desperate to get him inside before he could change his mind and head back to town. I wrapped an arm around him firmly. “Come on, let me show you what I’ve done on the cabin. You’re gonna love it.”
“Oh wait.” Suddenly he slipped out from under my arm and my heart almost stopped. Had he changed his mind? Had my greeting been too much? Had I scared him off already? “I’ve got something you’ll love,” he said.
He turned and leaned far into his truck.
From behind I couldn’t help but watch his ass, so firm beneath a pair of jeans that were tighter than I’d noticed before. As he reached over to the floor of the passenger seat, his T-shirt rode up a couple of inches and his jeans hung kinda low, and my eyes gazed longingly at the top of his ass crack, pale and hairless and taunting me to hook my finger down there and yank him toward me.
Then suddenly he turned.
I swiftly lifted my gaze and licked the saliva off my lips.
There he stood beaming at me with an apple pie in his hands.
I quickly transported myself from my world back to his.
“Oh my God,” I said, thinking who might have made a pie. Jack loved his coffee but he wasn’t much of a cook, so it must have been—”Don’t tell me that’s from Mrs. H.”
“It sure is. I think she put a little extra love into it, just for you. I think she’s got a thing for you.”
I chuckled to hide my thoughts. She wasn’t the only one with a secret crush.
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Five things you probably didn't know about Geoffrey Knight:
- I’m seriously nomadic. In my 49 years I’ve lived in 47 homes. That’s almost a new home for every year of my life. Mind you, in the last 7 years I’ve only lived in 2 homes, so I guess I’m learning to finally settle down in my old age.
- I’m allergic to horses, which is a shame because I think they’re beautiful creatures. Unfortunately if I get within 20 feet of a horse I start sneezing and my eyes swell up like a pair of puffer fish. I can’t even ride in a horse-drawn carriage, which rules any romantic Central Park jaunts off the list for me.
- My love of writing short stories comes from majoring in poetry writing and screenwriting at university. Both crafts demand economy of words. Both crafts are based on crunching language down to be as succinct and visual as possible, which has forever shaped the way I write stories.
- I love to cook. I’m not saying I’m good at it, but spending time in the kitchen and cooking for my family and friends is one of the best ways to spend the weekend.
- I go bonkers if I hear someone say “bunker down”. It’s “hunker down”, people! Stop making up phrases that don’t exist!
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Geoffrey Knight is the author of more than 25 gay fiction novels, novellas and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense and gay comedies. He is the recipient of two Rainbow Awards including Best Mystery Winner and Best Overall Gay Fiction Runner-up. His work has been featured in several anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2013, and he appeared as Guest of Honor at the inaugural Rainbow Con in Florida, 2014.
Geoffrey has worked in advertising, politics and journalism, but nothing is as fun as telling stories. He lives with his partner, their young daughter and their small furry family in a rambling old house in North Queensland, Australia, where the paint is fraying and life is good.
Connect with him via his Amazon page.
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