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Guest Author Wednesdays ♥ Melissa Kendall

Hello everyone! I’m ecstatic to have Romance Author Melissa Kendall with me today. Please say hi and leave her a comment or two below… Don’t forget to check out the hot little excerpt below *fans self*

Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.

She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.

She writes a little bit of everything but contemporary erotic romance is her favourite genre. Check out the links below for details on her other works.


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Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of their lifestyle and even their parents skeptical. Will they finally be able to be out and proud?


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What do you find the hardest part of being an author?

For me finding time to write with working and looking after my family.

What’s you favorite thing about writing?

When some one enjoys your writing there’s nothing better.

Just how H.O.T. are most of your books?

Oh for the most part they are steaming.

How sweet or romantic do they tend to be?

It really depends on the story but I tend to go more erotic when I write.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I don’t believe so but who knows, maybe I do.

Which is you favorite storyline/angst situation and why? What inspired you to write about it?

I think the story line in Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is my favourite. I am a big supporter of equal rites regardless of gender, sex,religion or race. I like to see those consider ‘not normal’ succeeding against all odds. I was inspired to write this article by the news.

Boxers or Briefs? I know which I prefer . . . *wink*

I’m a boxer briefs girl

Favorite author?

Oo this is hard. It’s a toss up between Laura Kaye and Lorelei James.

Favorite quote?

Don’t have one.

What’s next for you?

At the moment I am working hard on my first full length novel which will hopefully be out late this year or early next.

 So, there you have it. I hope you enjoyed getting to know Melissa and the hot excerpt below ;c) I know I did!


My mind filled with images of when Patrick came into my life.

We met our first day at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.          

Together, we shipped out to the 504th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we arrived, things changed.          

I jumped in the shower while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.          

I looked up, not expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips and tongues danced.          

Years of pent up sexual tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere, unable to get enough.          

Feeling fabric under my fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles, placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to step out of them.          

“Holy fuck!”Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason … so … fucking … good.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements.          

I’d been on the receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.          

I glanced up and noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However, to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over my hand and the floor.          

Collapsing in a spent heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what we’d done sinking in.          

The military did not accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family, I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.    

Once we both got our breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part, however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.          

It shocked both of us to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year. We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well aware we were gay.          

Patrick’s hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my memories.          

“Where did you go, babe?”          

“Sorry, darlin’, I was just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”          

A smile reappeared on his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”          

“Me too. How about a do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Sounds like a plan.”