Confessions by Ethan Stone Blog Tour, Guest Post & Exclusive Excerpt!

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Hi peeps, we have Ethan Stone stopping by today with his upcoming release Confessions, we have a short intro from Ethan and a fantastic exclusive excerpt, so check out the post and enjoy! <3 ~Pixie~

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(Reno PD 01)

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A Reno PD Case File 

A serial killer known as the Confessor is kidnapping and torturing gay men, and Reno Police Department Evidence Technician Leif Carson is determined to catch him. 

His personal life isn’t any less stressful. Despite being a virgin and having zero experience with men, he can’t stop thinking about his best friend’s ex, Rafe Castillo. Rafe is suffering from PTSD, but that doesn’t stop Leif from wanting to be with him. 

Complete opposites, they’re an amazing fit once they do get together—until Rafe’s PTSD gets in the way and he walks away from the relationship before it has a chance to truly blossom. Even though he has intense feelings for the man, Leif has no choice but to let him go. 

When the Confessor kidnaps Rafe, Leif does everything possible to locate him before he’s murdered. Rafe’s near-death experience changes him profoundly, but the danger isn’t over yet. Leif and Rafe will have to face pure evil together if they’re going to last.

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Welcome to the very first stop in my Confessions blog tour. And to the very first exclusive excerpt.

This scene is the basically the beginning of the relationship between my two main characters; Rafe and Leif. It’s not the first time they’ve met or even the second but it’s an important moment in their relationship.

The scene is also a glimpse into both men’s personalities. Leif is caring and wears his emotions on his sleeve. Jeremy is suffering from PTSD as the result of an undercover assignment gone bad. He needs something in his life though he isn’t sure what…until Leif enters his life.

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AFTER EATING a frozen pizza for dinner, I couldn’t focus on anything. Even gaming bored me. A minute felt like an hour, and the loneliness seemed like it was going to consume me. I had to get out of my place, even if for just a short time. Occasionally I visited a bar or club, not necessarily to meet or even talk to someone but just to not be alone. The noise and clatter of people talking and dancing helped to alleviate the oppressive solitude.

The White Swallow was one of the busiest and loudest gay bars in Reno. Conversation was nearly impossible, not that there was much of that happening when I arrived. Just countless half-naked guys grinding on each other and dudes slinging back drinks. The bartenders had a heavy hand with the alcohol. They knew it meant getting the patrons drunk quicker, which meant more and more drinks being ordered as well as bigger tips.

I took a seat in the corner at the bar and ordered an appletini. I sipped it slowly, more interested in people-watching than anything else. I’d been there about thirty minutes before the loneliness abated and I began to feel better. I ordered another drink, knowing it would be my last for the night. I had to work the next day, after all.

Loud voices drew my attention to the far side of the room.

“Get him the hell out of here! Throw his ass on the street.”

Two burly bouncers pushed through the throng, practically carrying a man.

“C’mon, I’ll be good,” the obviously drunk guy shouted. “Just one more drink.”

“Forget it. You’re plastered. You can barely walk.”

I glanced at the inebriated man for a second, then had to look again. It was Rafe. I dashed up to him and stopped the bouncers before they tossed him out. “What’s going on?”

“You know him?” a bouncer asked.


“He’s been causing grief. Doesn’t want to take no for an answer, though honestly I think he just can’t recollect who he’s already hit on.”

“I’ll take him, if you can help me get him to my car.” What was I doing, and why?

I paid my tab and led them to my vehicle, where they dumped him and took off. I struggled to get his seat belt on, then returned home. After parking, I shook Rafe.

“You gotta help me. I’m not strong enough to carry you in. You’re a bit bigger than me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Where are we?”

“My place.”

“Oh.” He struggled to focus on my face. “Do I know you?”

“I’m a friend of Jeremy’s.”

He scrunched up his face like he was remembering, then said, “Nope. Don’t remember you.”

I got out of the car and strode around to his side. “Can you stand up?”

He tried to, but the seat belt stopped him, and he burst out laughing. I bent over, undid the belt, and helped him stand. Thankfully he was able to walk with some assistance from me.

Inside, I led him to the couch and told him to sit. “Lie down. I’ll go grab some blankets.”

He nodded, but when I returned he wasn’t there. His clothes, however, were left in a trail to my bedroom. He lay on my bed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, one leg hanging off the side. I didn’t figure moving him would do any good, so I lifted his leg and maneuvered him under the covers. Just as I tucked in the blanket, his arms went around me, and he pulled me to the bed.

Rafe kissed me, and just like last time I wanted to be thrilled, but he stank of booze and cigarettes. I shoved him away and crawled off.

“Aren’t we gonna fuck?”

“As much I want to,” I admitted, figuring he wouldn’t recall later, “you are way too drunk, and you stink. Maybe in the morning.”

“Okay,” he said, closed his eyes, and was out.

In the morning, when he was sober, there would be no way he would want me. That didn’t mean I couldn’t sleep next to him and at least have an idea how it felt to have a man in my bed.

I grabbed a mop bucket and a towel, set them on his side of the bed, and crawled in myself. We both lay on our backs, and his legs were spread so far that one brushed mine. Even that tiny bit of skin contact was unbelievable. It drove me crazy and turned me on. I stroked my cock a bit and considered jacking off with him in the bed, but the idea was rather skeevy, so I ignored the hard-on and forced myself to sleep.

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About Ethan

Ethan Stone Avatar_ES 300X300Ethan Stone is an out and proud gay man. Which is fairly new in his life, the out part, not the gay part. He’s been queer his whole life, though he tried to deny it for years with a wonderful woman. The years in denial weren’t all bad, he has two amazing kids out of it. His son is a teenager and his daughter has made him a grandfather, three times over. A way too young grandfather.

Ethan has returned to Oregon after almost a decade in Nevada. He no longer has a day job and is doing his best to make a living at this writing thing. If he can’t make a living, he at least wants to support his Mt. Dew and beef jerky addictions.

Readers can find Ethan online.



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One thought on “Confessions by Ethan Stone Blog Tour, Guest Post & Exclusive Excerpt!

  1. I’m really looking forward to checking this one out, definitely going on my TBR list! I live in Reno and love seeing my city in books, even when completely fictional! 🙂 Congrats on the new book!

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