Look Who Dropped in at The Shepherd’s Bean; J.P. Barnaby

Look Who Dropped in at The Shepherd's Bean

BG: I am very happy to have a wonderful lady and an amazing writer stop by The Shepherd’s Bean today. I first found her books when I was discovering MM and I started reading her Little Boy Lost series. Then I was lucky enough to meet her in person and the connection was immediate.

I’ve told the story before. I got to the hotel and it was going to be several hours before my room mate got to the hotel. I was hot and sweaty and gross and this sweet lady let me take a shower in her room. We’ve joked for years about me being naked in her room!

This lady is kind and funny and talented and incredibly generous. When GRL was in Chicago a few years ago, she drove all the way out from the hotel and picked me up at the airport…at least a two hour trip. This lady is kindness personified.

I always look forward to seeing her…and here she is now! Hey! JP! How wonderful to see you.

JP: Hey, Sunshine

BG: So what have you been up to?

JP: What haven’t I been up to? I just got back from the Dreamspinner author workshop in Orlando. I’ve met a wonderful man here in Atlanta who has filled my life in such a beautiful way. I have some great friends here that I go out with. And I’ve been writing.

BG: Oh! Isn’t love grand? I am so happy for you I can hardly find the words. So how about this instead? Can I treat you to a cup of coffee?

JP: I’ve never had coffee.

BG: Wait a minute…you’ve have never ever had a cup of coffee?

JP: Nope.

BG: I am not sure get it. Why? I am kind of stunned here.

JP: There’s no drink you’ve never had? (Laughs)

BG: Not all the normal ones. I have tried milk and tea and beer and wine and water and juice… You’ve never been curious about coffee?

JP: No, I just don’t like the way it tastes. I’ve had a sip here and there, but just don’t like it. Like yogurt, I can’t stand that either.

BG: Oh! Okay…that’s different. That I understand. But goodness, let’s not tell Bean, okay? Coffee is his life. Interesting. Andrew Grey was here last week and he doesn’t like coffee either. In fact, I know several writers who would rather have tea instead of coffee every time. I wonder if that’s something that writers have in common?

JP: Maybe, but booze is probably a more common factor.

BG: (Laughs) So JP, you said you’ve been writing. Tell me about your new release, Ben. I can tell you I love the title! What a great name he has. Why, I’d venture to say it’s one of the best names in the world. (Laughs)

JP: A hot little bear? Why wouldn’t I name him Ben? The story of Aaron centers around an attack perpetrated on Aaron and his friend Juliette. Ben is a completely different look at that event—from the perspective of Juliette’s big brother. Imagine your parents telling you that you need to watch out for your baby sister and then fucking that up in the worst way imaginable?

Ben is also a re-release. Originally titled Painting Fire on the Air, We created a new cover and changed to title to bring it more in line with the Aaron series. With the upcoming release of Anthony, another tangent book in the series, we wanted a cohesive series.

BG: So Ben is like a spin-off of your book Aaron?

JP: All of the Aaron books are connected. Anthony is Aaron’s younger brother.

BG: That is very cool. I of course loved your books Aaron. I’ve told you how much. Anything else in the pipeline you can mention?

JP: I’m working on the fifth Aaron book and then that will be the end of the series.

BG: Well that sounds pretty darned awesome. You must be very proud.

JP: I am. That series means a lot to me. Now it’s time to do something different.

BG: We will be looking forward to see what you come up with next! I really appreciate you dropping in. (((HUGS))) You’re welcome any time!

JP: Thanks for letting me play.

BG: Love you!

JP: Love you too, Sunshine!


Title: Ben
Author: J.P. Barnaby
Series: Survivor Series
Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance, Hurt/Comfort, BDSM
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print


From her perch on a shelf above my bed, the doll accuses me with lifeless eyes of failing Juliette in the most heinous way imaginable, forcing me to crave the bite of his whip and the steel in his voice to drown out the ache in my chest.

For his entire life, Benjamin Martin’s parents drilled into his head that he must watch out for his little sister, but one horrific night, he failed. Now, the bite of a whip, cuffs digging into his wrists, his arms and legs stretched beyond endurance, these things give him what he needs to forget his sister’s violent death, at least for a while.

When Ben’s latest Dom casts him aside like a broken toy, he manipulates his best friend, Jude Archer, into picking up the pieces. Jude has been in love with Ben for years, but his fantasies about his friend never included whipping him. He doesn’t understand why Ben needs BDSM and he worries about Ben’s addiction. Most of all, he fears losing his humanity because he’s already lost himself in Ben. When he’s forced to trade the marks upon his soul for the pain that ravages Ben, Jude learns the real definition of submission.

This novel was previously published under title Painting Fire on the Air, September 2013.

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Ben’s touch was so gentle, so different from what he’d expected when he found out about the shit that he and Kage did together. In his fantasies, Jude always assumed Ben would be harsh and aggressive. It wasn’t something he really enjoyed, but to have Ben…. When his touch was tender, it threw Jude off balance, and his heart strained in his chest. He shouldn’t want more. He shouldn’t want to crawl up in the bed and claim Ben’s mouth with his own, he should just take what he could get.

“That feels so good,” Ben rasped as his uninjured leg shook beneath where Jude’s hand rested. His breathing had taken on a harsh,
jagged sound that would have worried Jude if he hadn’t been causing it. Suddenly, he wondered if this would hurt his friend. Ben’s blood pressure had to be elevated, his breathing was off. He let Ben’s dick slide from his lips and sat up.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a small voice. He didn’t want to stop, he never wanted to stop, but he couldn’t risk Ben’s health. Ben’s hand tightened on Jude’s shoulder, and it took him a minute to answer.

“No.” Jude’s heart broke at the tremor in Ben’s voice. Something was wrong; the pain in those sweet blue eyes took away their normal intensity and replaced it with translucent heartbreak. Fucking Kage.It had to be something to do with Kage, who had been to their apartment earlier that evening. Jude didn’t want to talk about it then. He didn’t want the ugly, imposing man to interrupt the most important moment of his life.

Unable to stand the desperation in Ben’s face, Jude lay down almost on the edge of the small full-sized bed and pulled Ben’s head onto his shoulder. His hand was still wrapped around Ben’s cock, and he started stroking again, lubricated by his own spit from his impromptu blow job. Ben’s breathing became ragged and he moved, throwing his arm around Jude’s shoulders, pulling their faces closer. It took Jude a second to realize what was happening before Ben’s lips closed over his.

Oh sweet Jesus.

It was better than any fantasy he’d everhad, every half-remembered moment from their drunken night together. Ben’s harsh breaths washing into his mouth as his hips began to move into Jude’s touch. Soft lips matching each of his tender kisses. God, his body was on fire. He couldn’t remember everhaving been so fucking hard. Swallowing another hot whimper, he changed his grip on Ben’s dick, fisting it, twisting his grip around the head. His own cock throbbed, trapped within the thin material of his pajama bottoms, but it wasn’t about him. It was about Ben and erasing the haunted look in his eyes.

One more hot and tender kiss broke Jude’s sanity, but Ben was right there with him. With a harsh, ragged moan against Jude’s cheek, Ben’s prick erupted in Jude’s hand. Warm semen jetted across his fingers,slicking his grip so that the final shuddering strokes were wet and hot as Ben shook in his arms. Ben’s flushed cheek was warm against his as he sat very still and didn’t let go of the man in his arms. Hot breath washed over his face as Ben, panting, worked to bring himself back under control and Jude’s cock throbbed in his pants.

“Raise up a second,” Ben whispered. Jude pushed up onto his elbow and watched Ben warily. He was horny, blown away by what was happening between them, and not sure he could take the rejection if Ben asked him to leave. Rather than pushing him away, Ben pulled his uninjured hand from beneath Jude’s shoulders, spit into it, and wrapped it around Jude’s dick.

“Oh my God,” Jude breathed against Ben’s temple.

“I’m sorry I can’t return the favor on that blow job, babe, maybe in a couple of weeks.” The relaxed humor in Ben’s voice warmed him, and he clung to the endearment even as his world started to spin. The slow, deliberate movements of the hand on his cock made his balls ache. Already so close from watching Ben come undone, from just being in bed with him, Jude closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations. Ben was tired and hurting, but Jude’s selfish need for him wouldn’t relent. Rather than finishing himself off as he should, he jerked his hips up, fucking Ben’s hand. Tiny, helpless whimpers escaped him, but he couldn’t stop.

His heart hurt because he knew once the come started to cool, it would be over. He didn’t want it to ever be over. A cry of pain and frustration was muffled in Ben’s shoulder as the weight of his orgasm barreled into him like a freight train and come shot over his stomach. Ben continued to stroke him lightly, keeping him on edge, making him tremble. A single tear slipped down his cheek, hidden by the darkness, and he felt the crack in his chest open a little wider.


JP Barnaby, an award-winning gay romance novelist, is the author of over two dozen books, including Aaron and the Little Boy Lost Series. She recently moved from Chicago to Atlanta to appease her Camaro who didn’t like the blustery winters. JP specializes in recovery romance, but slips in a few erotic or comedic stories to spice things up. When she’s not hanging out with hot guys in leather, she binge watches superheroes and crime dramas on Netflix. A physics geek, she likes the science side of Sci-Fi, and wants to grow up to be Reed Richards.

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