Two Days In Malta

Time for a fun new standalone! This one is about a group of friends all meeting up together while backpacking across Europe. Rowan and Paisley are together and have been dating for five years. The guy they’re meeting is Grady, Rowan’s old boarding school Roomie and Paisley’s first kind-of-boyfriend. Fun stuff happens.

It’s a crazy hot summer and it’s only just begun!

Rowan and Paisley are two college sweethearts backpacking across Europe together who arrange to meet up with an old friend on the island of Malta.

Grady Fletcher was Rowan’s best friend at boarding school, but he was also Paisley’s very first kind-of-boyfriend. They’ve all grown apart over the years, but there’s no real obvious reason why . . . 

Once they’re reunited it’s like no time has passed and they get back to being good friends. Grady’s a great rogue, and leads his friends on an unorthodox Malta adventure none of them anticipated. They’ve only got two days together so they’re going to make them special.

But as the day gets hotter, all three of them get closer. The closer they get, the more Grady embraces the real reason he’s been staying away . . . 

And Rowan and Paisley might be ready to accept the terms of their handsome friend’s full return . . .

55 thoughts on “Two Days In Malta

  1. just purchased.. Not sure if it’s Just me, but I couldn’t find this book isn’t linking correctly to your author page..

    Excited to read this!

  2. hi kt tnx for your new book, can i ask somthing? this book its like WATCHING NATALIE CHEAT
    book?

    1. There is no cheating in this book. There is a small amount of angst. The characters are respectful of each other (as best they can be!)…

  3. KT, a little praise for your creativity. It might be that I’ve become too saturated in erotica to really be able to look back, with any great detail, on specific sex scenes in your stories, which are racy and heartpounding, to be sure. When I looked back on 2019 and tried to remember things that stuck out in your stories, it’s things like the three of Grady, Rowan, and Paisley going skinny dipping and the ‘big reveal’ that I will remember. Just the confluence of its novelty, my personal chemical overdrive while reading this scene, and preference for things like this are what I think are your greatest appeal.

    I’d say moments like this in your stories are underrated by I think most everybody here acknowledges how important scenes like this are in your stories.

    I think that might be my biggest appeal to RIley Keal’s stories most recently (to give you another author that does this well), she seems to love ruminating in overt sexual tension. It might seem painful to stay in those moments for an author, but it feels like I could read whole books on just Paisley staring (and then trying not to stare) at Grady in wonderment, lol. There are better examples of your’s, but this is topical!

      1. Yes! I just didnt want to repeat myself, that is a perfect example of writing novel sexual tension. It took another reread to realize Grady also gave Paisely a piggyback-ish ride (thought it was Rowan), that allowed Paisely to cop a feel. The fact that she did is another point you’ve scored, KT.

        And dont be shy with these moments, just like the tent games, if you think it could go longer, write it! (Pretty please)

      2. You’re right—I shouldn’t be shy with them! They really are my most favorite moments. Like Maggie trying to keep herself together when Jay got hard during figure drawing (and she already knew he would get hard, ha ha, and let him show up in her dorm room anyway)

      3. Absolutely spot on example!

        To be clear, I wasn’t actually assuming you were being shy, I think you mostly have good instincts on whether you need to stay in one moment or move on to the next. But if you want my two-cents, if you can envision taking things like Maggie before and during Jay’s visit a few more pages, you have a reader willing to read them!

  4. KT, before we write a book, my wife wanted me to ask you this–and it’s based on your use of parenthesis: Is this book recently written? We haven’t seen much, if any, parenthesis in your books that either of us can recall.

    Overall, you took us on a grand journey. Your descriptions of places were never better… You paint wonderful murals of the surroundings…so much so, we felt like were there. Beautiful!

    1. Thanks, DnD!

      I feel like I started using more parentheses maybe around 2017. I’m not sure. I’m conscious not to overdo it (at least I hope I am), especially using the curved brackets. I’m more frequent with parentheses framed by em-dashes.

      This book is recent, though the idea was rattling around for a long time. I wanted to do it as a mmf bisexual male romance story but I got down in the dumps with covid related life-changing stuff on my end and I didn’t relish writing the meanness I was supposed to be writing. So while I love writing Kimmy and Josh and Devlin, you know that’s a dark and hurting story. And when real life is also hurting I didn’t want to end up in a bad mental place. I wrote Malta to give me a little hope, balance out Devlin, ha ha, and maybe flatten my own curve. I didn’t go into all the romance I intended, or any real male bisexuality, but I wanted to spend time with people who were careful with each other.

      Are you back on with writing your book again? (It’s probably a really good time to do it)

    2. You’re welcome, KT.

      Being covidish is natural. We’re glad you were able to channel what you were feeling into such a wonderful, generally feel-good story. Just try to keep your thoughts positive and realize that everyone, everywhere is sharing in this experience. Everyone gets upset with the way things are, now. But here’s the thing, just when a person thinks it’s the end of the line, the line gets extended. I know I got pissed the other day over disinfecting groceries outside before they came into the house. It’s natural and it’s human. Nobody alive today has ever dealt with something like this, so it’s natural to be a bit down.

      We’re just happy you’re able to do as you do and such a way that is generally helping you cope. Malta is a wonderful book and Paisley is really cool, budding, young cuckoldress. You wrote her and Rowan’s parts beautifully. That beauty extended into Grady. The conversation in bed was great!

      As far as my book goes, it has been done for months. I may take your earlier suggestion and start something else, but being original is paramount, even if I don’t publish, which I likely won’t. What I may do is share a couple of the 3D renders (of Bailey in the completed book) my older friend in MI did for me. He’s shared them on social media, but I’ll get his permission, first. It’s a shame about the completed book, though.

      If I get permission to share the renders, would it be okay to post temporary links to the pictures in my dropbox in some other thread, here? They’re really good.

      Just try to stay positive, KT. Being covidish is natural. The whole thing will pass. We know you can do it!

      1. Whoops… in my original post, I meant “Before we write a REVIEW…” Damn women bothering me! Or is it tequila?

      2. I wrote for permission to share my friend’s renders. I’m considering doing what James suggested and start a WordPress page for the story. When I make up my mind, I’ll probably ask for advice about sharing it piecemeal or all at once. I will say the first two and-a-half chapters are not erotic at all–how erotic can it be to take a dog to the vet?

        I hope you don’t mind, KT, but here’s an except of the first chapter…

        He was sick. He didn’t eat, he didn’t drink, and he didn’t even light up when I tried to give him a piece of cheese—his favorite treat. Damn it! He wasn’t mine, either. I was trusted with caring for my best friend’s family dog for the month they were visiting family on the east coast. His eyes didn’t look good and I was afraid he was going to die any second.

        I scrambled to find the nearest veterinarian. Great! One within two miles. I called them. Get him here now, they said. I grabbed little Al’s favorite bed and little Al, a ten-year-old Maltese and I raced to the vet. Little Al looked scared and I was terrified he’d die.

        We got to the vet and we were taken immediately. I explained the symptoms: Basically, nothing except he drank a lot and peed a lot since I started dog sitting for him owners three days ago, and then today, not eating and not drinking. Blood tests and urine were taken immediately. Twenty minutes later, I knew little Al was diabetic and was in bad shape. He had Ketoacidosis and was dying. He needed immediate emergency care. I was lost. I didn’t have a dog. I didn’t know where to take him. The vet told me not to worry, they’d call ahead to Michigan State University’s College of Veterinary Medicine. It was about a half hour away on I-96. At the regular vet, they gave little Al a dose of fast acting insulin hoping little Al could endure the trip. We were off.

        On the way to East Lansing, I called my friend. He was upset but understood I was doing all I could possibly do. I was scared. The little guy was cool, that’s why I decided to dog sit. He liked me. He followed me everywhere when I was visiting Darren and Emma, little Al’s owners. I felt sick, but I drove like a maniac, weaving in and out of traffic. I was sure everyone thought I was a complete idiot, but right then they could flip me off all they wanted. I wanted little Al to get better.

        I never believed in the “he’s just a dog” thing a lot of people thought about. While going crazy on I-96 westbound, I thought back to my own dog when I was a kid—a really cool German Shepherd I named Baron. Baron was cool, too. He was my dog, but when I moved out for college (I was only 14, yeah, I was one of those kids), because of my Dad being in the Navy and my mom being a high-powered executive for an advertising company, they didn’t have time to take care of him properly. They gave him away. I still haven’t forgiven them—not for caring about Baron, but for not telling me until I came home for Christmas. I thought it was cruel of them. I still do.

        Somehow, I found my way through the maze of traffic and made it to MSU. I bundled up Little Al and we went into the hospital. The vet I chose at home did a great job, all the information had arrived at the hospital and we were taken immediately. A student vet reviewed all the faxed records from Little Al’s visit. She concurred with the diagnosis. She left to get a Doctor.

        Little Al looked so sad and afraid. My heart was breaking for Darren’s kids. How would I explain it to Darren if Little Al didn’t make it? How would his kids take it?

        Suddenly Little Al started to pee. I looked around the examination room and saw some urine specimen containers. I ripped the top off one and started to collect. I missed at first and got my hand soaked. Just as I got peed on, the door opened. I didn’t look up, I just collected what I could.
        “Looks like you’ve had a little accident.” A female voice came from the door way. “Fast thinking. We’ll need that specimen.”

        I still didn’t look up. When Little Al stopped peeing, I put the lid on the container and reached out to the voice.

        “Thanks. I’ll be right back to look at Albert, Mr. Jacobs. There’s a sink to your right so you can wash up.” I finally took notice of the voice. Whomever she was, her voice was calming and had a nice lilting tone. Instantly, I felt a little better.

        I held Little Al as I tried to wash my hands. The voice returned, “Let me take him from you so you can wash up properly, Mr. Jacobs.”

        I turned and still not looking up handed Little Al to the voice’s outstretched hands. “There you go, Albert. You’re so cute. Don’t worry, we’re going to make you all better.”

        I took a couple of towels from the dispenser above the sink to dry my hands. I turned and finally saw the source of the voice. She was dressed in scrubs with a white lab coat that had “Bailey Williams, DVM” embroidered over her left pocket. Around her neck was a stethoscope. She held Little Al gently, petting him behind his ear. I looked up and introduced myself, “Dean Jacobs, Dr.”

        I offered my hand as an introduction and she held out her left hand, giving me a cross handed shake while she held Little Al with her other hand. “You’ve got a sick little guy here, Mr. Jacobs. We need to get him started on insulin immediately. I’ll be right back. I need to get orders for your buddy and then I’ll explain what’s going on. Have a seat, try to relax, and don’t worry, Albert’s in good hands.”

        “Thank you, Dr.” I kind of deadpanned that reply, but it was sincere. God, her voice was calming. I sat and waited.

        The room was pretty much a standard examination room as I knew it. A couple of dog and cat posters with cute saying on them that were really advertisements for tick and flea treatment were hung on the walls. On another was a rack stuffed with brochures. I looked through them and found one about canine diabetic dogs. I was reading it when the Dr. returned.

        “Mr. Jacobs?” That same calming voice came through. I didn’t look up until the Doctor sat in the chair across from me. Then I saw her. I tried to not creep out on her, but man it was difficult. She, with her natural blonde hair up, her slightly upturned nose, and her warm smile really got to me. She was beautiful and she had on absolutely no makeup. I had never seen a more naturally beautiful woman.
        “Yes, Dr. Williams?” I tried to sound formal. I didn’t know if I was doing a good job hiding my reaction to the beautiful woman seated before me.

        “You already know your little guy is really sick, but the good news is that he’s probably going to get better. He’s got Ketoacidosis and we need to stabilize him. Ketones in his urine are really high. If you hadn’t gotten him here when you did, he’d have died in a couple of hours.”

        “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was sick until this morning when I woke up.” I tried to explain myself.
        Dr. Williams asked me a lot of questions about Little Al. I answered them the best I could and when I explained he wasn’t mine and that I was dog sitting for my friends, she just smiled and said, “Your friends have a good friend. You saved their dog’s life.”

        I don’t know why, but tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like such a fool, but Dr. Williams just touched my hand and said, “It’s alright, Mr. Jacobs. You did good, really good. You’re a good man.”

        The electricity that went through my body with that simple touch was incredible. I never felt anything like that in my life up to then and still feel it today. I just tried to keep my cool and simply said, “Thank you.”

      3. This is a fantastic meet-cute DnD (despite the worry)! I’m tickled you posted it here. You really ought to let this be read—it’s very compelling. I’d like to read more! A wordpress site could be a great idea. I get why you don’t want to post stuff other places, but a wordpress could be your own home and you’re in charge.

        Also the key to writing good erotica is being able to write the scenes that aren’t erotic—so you’re doing an awesome job!

      4. Thank you, KT and James. Even though I used one of the tools you suggested long ago KT, re-reading it here showed me a lot of things that need to be fixed. I don’t know why that happens to me all the time. Seriously. It’s the most frustrating thing about writing ANYTHING not technical for me. It is likely the only thing I’m truly insecure about. It’s nearly debilitating.

      5. I totally get it!

        What can help is detaching yourself from the work, like using a pen name (too late now though, we all know it’s you!)

        And as far as still missing things, it’s unavoidable unless you pay for an editor (and even then…). Use the PWA like you’re using, and then another trick is to get your computer to read it back to you out loud with text to speech. Your eyes are trained to read it the way you wrote it, but when you hear it, you’ll pick out the hiccups.

      6. If I decide to share the book, I’ve got a lot of work to do on editing. I finshed editing chapter 1 and added a bit about Baron and Dean. The added part of the story actually happened, only with me and my dog.

        I haven’t heard back concerning permission to share my friend’s renders.

      7. I won’t pester you, but I would honestly like to read the story . . . so if you can come up with a way to get it out there, that would be great!

      8. KT,

        Thank you for the encouragement and the advice. You’ve been so helpful, encouraging, and generous. I truly appreciate all you’ve done. Thank you, again.

        I don’t know what I’m going to do yet, but it if happens, it will be chapter by chapter, much like you do on your Patreon.

        Do you ever get emotional when you write something? I was in tears when I wrote the part about Baron and me at the pond. He’s long gone, now. I am deathly afraid of the day when the time comes for our little guy. I can’t imagine what my friend went through. I’ll be patient waiting for permission to share the renders. If you don’t mind…

        While going crazy on I-96 westbound, I thought back to my own dog when I was a kid—a really cool German Shepherd I named Baron. Baron was a great dog, too. While he was still a puppy, I would take him to a frozen pond where I would skate, practice stick-handling, and shooting.

        Then during the next summer, Baron, no longer a puppy, ran beside me as I rode my dirt-bike to that same pond. At some point, he recognized the pond and running as fast as he could to gain speed, leaped onto a small dock with its gray weather worn wood, took one stride, and jumped toward a duck about halfway out. He braced himself for the inevitable slide on what he believed would be slippery ice. His front legs extended, his body and rear legs in a sitting position. He landed in the water about five feet from the duck. The duck simply flew away. When Baron surfaced, he looked truly confused. I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my dusty cheeks. Baron regained his bearings and swam to me. Once he climbed back on shore, he walked over to me, and shook himself vigorously. Now, I was soaked, too. I kneeled down on the wet, longish grass, and hugged him. I truly loved that dog. He was my best, and sometimes only true friend.

    3. DnD – We’re receiving advanced copies to read, right? Do you write with split perspective like KT? Whatever you write will be awesome, but I’m really growing fond of that format.

      KT – On your choice of tone with what you wanted to send everyone, if it’s from the perspective of making yourself feel better, by all means, put yourself in the world of a story that can achieve that goal. As the reader, I did come away feeling good about things, your mission was accomplished. That said, if your calculus about your stories asks yourself “Is this the right time given what’s going on in the world,” I hope you know that the answer is always “yes” to whatever you want to write. You’ve got to understand, human beings are habit forming animals, even if you put something out to the world that might trigger X amount of people, there’s a pattern there, and deviating from it can be just as disorienting when you switch to a story where everyone gets along, lol. You are depriving us bunker dwellers looking for angst, KT? Do you even have a heart!?! lol.

      But your brand has already treaded this path in your bibliography so you should feel comfortable writing whatever you want, I am ready for this kind of book just as much as I’m ready for LHW. Not in terms of emotional preparedness, but just in the sense that I can see it’s next in my queue of KT stories to read.

      1. James,

        The book has been done for months. I wouldn’t want to post teasers because the change it will ever get published is almost zero. It wouldn’t be fair.

      2. KT – forget what I was saying above about any concern you had about putting something out into the world that might be potentially harmful, I inferred from your post that you felt that way, it does seem you were entirely concerned about your own headspace. More power to you, I just wanted to clarify, because now my post reads like I’m telling you, “Write angsty or people might get sad!” lol, not my intention.

        Dave – I was just kidding really, I just really want to read this thing. So let us know when you set up your own wordpress account so we can spend time like we do here talking about your stories 🙂 .

      3. James, it’s all good, sir.

        “…change…” is supposed to read “…chance…” . Must’ve been the tequila.

      4. I think I’ve made the analogy before: if I keep punching in the same spot, you move your guard there. Or whatever, ha ha. I have to be unexpected. I worry about writing the same story over and over. But you’re right in that it should have some of the key elements. I thought they were in Malta, I certainly felt them, but I just didn’t have Rowan belabor the worry. To me it was fun and different—but definitely that: a change up. Not the norm. Something novel. But my home is the angst!

      5. KT – I hear you on your fear of writing the same story over and over. For what it’s worth, even if you didn’t have your remarkable proclivity to innovate within your style and keep things fresh, I would probably still love your stories because you’re really good at writing. That said, I’d probably be a conventional 50’s boxer, coming straight at Muhammad Ali who is bobbing and weaving. I often do not even know what hit me until hours after I put your books down.

        I think that’s better than whatever concepts I convey to you that I desire from your stories.

      6. … I say that whatever you do is better than the concepts I try to convey, and yet I keep conveying concepts to you … figure that out …

      7. WOOOOOO ANGST!

        IN all seriousness, KT – I may love your darkest stories, the ones with humiliation, but at the end of the day I’m just glad I’m in a world where you’re writing your stories, whatever you want them to be.

    4. DnD – I enjoyed reading that! Makes me wonder who Dr. Williams is. I love being able to know where the setting is too lol. Cant wait to read more.

  5. Just read the first 2 chapters so far. Kt describes and sets the background like a great novelist not an erotic writer. Her books are just so far above anything else in this genre. Indeed I’d read a travel book if kt wrote it.

    1. This is exciting praise! I forgot to mention about Malta: one of my earliest books that I thought was erotica but wasn’t (I made up all the erotic parts in my head, ha ha) was Hemingway’s posthumous Garden of Eden. This Malta book purposely channels my feels when I was but a youngster reading that book… Which might be why it has a more booky feel than an erotic feel

  6. Hi KT. Off topic.. are you working on the new separate school stories? Its your first book that I read and i love it so much. i can’t wait to read the next chapter.

    1. Thank you! I do love to write those characters. I am writing the rest of the series, but it’s going slow. Unfortunately not many people bought the last book. But I am still writing it, and the next episode is awesome—I can’t wait to get into it!

  7. KT, would it be too counterproductive (maybe even frustrating) for you to give your dedicated readers a detailed breakdown on where exactly you are on all your hanging series and possibly why they’re being held up? I think you kind of did something like this before …

    We are always seeing questions about this or that series and some of them have been on hold for years now. Some are just waiting in line too, though …

  8. Rekindling a previous topic with a new example, I think it’s characters like Grady that make the most dangerous “bulls” (in quotes because I’m not sure if they are called bulls in love triangles). As usual, I go into these stories with one thing on my mind, “Will wifey get swept away by this new threat?” and a number of factors obviously go into whether or not things can get out of hand.

    As it relates to the Bull character, Grady represents the truly most dangerous type of bull to me in a KT story. Devlin seems to me to be the man for Kimmy only in certain moments, Grady is the type of guy that can be appealing to many situations (in a world where Kimmy and Paisley have options, lol). To me that makes Grady a bigger threat to breaking up a relationship then Devlin ever could be, and that had the potential for making this story a much more dramatic one if the characters wanted to make it that way. Luckily for Rowan (and Paisley), there are a lot more reasons besides Grady that keeps everyone’s relationship intact, so they can live happily ever after.

    1. After the first round of sex, I was thinking, “Wow… this could be Maggie lite.” By the end of the book, I was pretty much convinced, with the exception of one taunting statement Paisley made toward Rowan. Just a bit of SPH, thrown in for good… um… measure?

      1. I see what you did there, DnD, lol. I agree there were shades of Maggie in a lot of ways, but the love bond between Paisley and Rowan is too strong. But is it SPH if Paisley is just enjoying some big D? I think KT just introduced a new subgenre of hotwifing, BPA Big Penis Acknowledgement, where the FC’s arent trashing their hubbies for inadequate size, but rather just informing their husband of the size of their lovers, in case they were unaware. It’s just facts …

        “We’re in Valetta”
        “Its really hot out”
        “Grady has a big penis”

        🙂

      2. An example. 🙂

        He (Rowan) said, “You like his size better?”

        “Uh-huh, he fills me, stretches me . . .”

        Morrison, KT. Two Days In Malta . Kindle Edition.

        🙂

        Just sayin’

  9. Great book finished listening to it while going through the drive through for breakfast this morning. As always you’ve done a wonderful job taking us to Malta! My shoulders are still peeling!
    Paisley, thinks that she can’t marry both or that she can’t bear both their children. Why not? Some of the Amazon tribes do(I don’t mean the Jeff Bezos Amazon). It is quiet common for one woman to have 2-3 husbands to help support the family. All have conjugal rights but the woman chooses when and who. So Paisley rock on!

  10. Just finished “Two Days in Malta” and posted my review, although I don’t think it’s showing yet. Hopefully it will soon, but I can’t understand sometimes. I don’t use any dirty words, discuss any more-taboo-than-usual topics or go on at great length. (I have been known to write 2000 words in a review – getting me flagged – but I don’t do that, obviously, for erotica.)

    I really enjoyed the whole sunbaked, deserted-cove, impromptu skinny dip because their clothes are wet, scene. It evoked in me, and might in you, the most special of beach moments – with or without sexual elements – just those most fabulous of beach days that you can never forget.

    1. Thanks, Libertyne! That makes me feel good—I wanted to promote a feeling of fun and sun and travel for a departure from my normal angsty torment. The fact that it could evoke truly tickles me! I had fun writing it…

  11. Great book KT. The imagery was amazing, the emotions felt genuine with just the right amount of kink. It was enjoyable not to feel hollow at the end.

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