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What happens when a fairy loses his wings– and his memory?
Griff was born a Love fairy, but he never quite fit in. He didn’t want to be part of a harem, at least…he didn’t think he wanted that. What with his wings gone and his memory damaged, he can’t be certain of what he felt in the past. All he does know is, he wants his wings back. Without them, he’s grounded.
Blaze is a dragon shifter who tends to stick his foot in his mouth…and some other parts in other places…when he really shouldn’t. His brother is the king, and his sister-in-law Bonny is scary. Blaze’s last screw-up got him grounded, unable to shift into his dragon form. His punishment seems harsh to him, but there’s no escaping it.
Then the Love fairies come to the castle to work on forming an alliance. Blaze has about had it with guarding the horny beings, and he’s disappointed that they don’t stay small and cute. He almost commits a major faux-pas when he swats at something buzzing him, and it turns out to be a fairy on a dragonfly.
And from that snarky meeting, something wonderful, and dangerous, will come.

Words: 58,600 words

Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Shifters (Dragon)960x350

Excerpt:
Blaze was disappointed as all Hades. The fairies weren’t little all the time. They were tiny when they came in, but quickly morphed to regular sized beings, if not taller than most of the dragons when the dragons were in the two-legged form.
And holy dragon balls, Blaze did not know why anyone would want a harem! Okay, well, there was the sex, and lots of it, probably, but so far there’d been more bickering and outright fighting than anything sexy! He’d had to break up six altercations, and the fairies had only been in their accommodations for an hour!
This was going to be a long, suck-ass assignment.
The fairies sure were beautiful, though. Granted, he hadn’t seen each and every one of them. He’d seen the king, and some of the harem members. Every one of them was gorgeous, delicate-featured, lithe, and limber—that last one might not be true, but he was going to go with it, because… hot! Bendy fairies… Blaze adjusted his cock before it could pop up and embarrass him. He wondered if maybe, because they were Love fairies, they had special powers of attraction and such. He’d been fighting down boners ever since he’d been brought out to meet the Love fairy king, Artaxis.
Not that Artaxis even gave him a cursory glimpse. Blaze didn’t blame him. Artaxis was beautiful, like all the fairies Blaze had seen so far, and Blaze was… Well, there was nothing delicate about a dragon’s features, that was for sure. And lithe might apply to some of the other dragons in differing warrens, but not in any Blaze knew of.
With Blaze’s shocking orange hair and bronze skin… and freckles, another thing that was a burden to bear. How many times when he’d been a child had he been teased about having shit splatters on his face? Was it any wonder at all that he hated his human form? At least his scales made the freckles unnoticeable for the most part when he was a dragon. And Blaze was forever scarred from being told his freckles were caused by watching other creatures using the dragon dumping grounds. That was also the cause for styes in the eyes, according to old dragons’ tales.
Blaze had never in his life had a sty, and he’d maybe, sorta accidentally, seen an orc once in the dumping grounds. If anything was going to give someone a sty, that should have done it.
Blaze smacked himself on the forehead. Why did his mind spin around to such stupid thoughts?
Well, it’d curbed his arousal. He hoped the fairies weren’t going to hang around long. He didn’t need the struggle with his dick, and he sure didn’t need the blow to his ego—so far, none of the fairies had acknowledged him or even looked at him unless he was breaking up a fight involving them. Even then, he didn’t think he registered as more than a big, lumbering weirdo.
He watched a dozen fairies walk toward the baths. They were so pale and pretty, and that long hair was amazing. Then he realized something wonderful. They were naked!
It was wonderful because there were so many gorgeous naked fairies. Yet it was horrible, too, because he was never going to have blood anywhere else but in his cock again unless he got some sort of control over his libido. When the fairies’ hair swung just right, he saw glimpses of nicely rounded buttocks.
Blaze groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. He’d end up taking his shaft out right there and jacking himself to completion, and he didn’t have to think about it to know that wouldn’t go over well with Fyre or Bonny.
He had to leave the hall next to the harem rooms, where he’d been standing, waiting for the next fight to break out. Blaze couldn’t wait for more naked fairies to come out. He’d lose it and yeah, end up being grounded for a century.
It was easy to slip away, outside, into the heat of the sunlight. Blaze bit his lip until it hurt bad enough to kill his arousal. He was really going to have to get it together—if he could just figure out what it was.
A strange sound reached his ears. It was a fluttering, buzzing sound. He turned his head and frowned when he saw a gold-gilded dragonfly buzzing toward the entrance of the secondary palace where the fairies were staying.
Contrary to popular belief, dragons didn’t look at dragonflies as cute little relatives. They looked at them as bugs.
Blaze raised a hand to swat it away when it was within reach.

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These things always give me fits. Basically, I am an author of erotic romance. Besides being an author, I am a mother, a grandmother, a wife, and a combination of many other things that make my life joyous day in and day out. Unless someone swipes my coffee. Then it gets pretty ugly quickly.

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Dragon Dreams and Fairy Wings by Bailey Bradford – Review

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What happens when a fairy loses his wings– and his memory?
Griff was born a Love fairy, but he never quite fit in. He didn’t want to be part of a harem, at least…he didn’t think he wanted that. What with his wings gone and his memory damaged, he can’t be certain of what he felt in the past. All he does know is, he wants his wings back. Without them, he’s grounded.
Blaze is a dragon shifter who tends to stick his foot in his mouth…and some other parts in other places…when he really shouldn’t. His brother is the king, and his sister-in-law Bonny is scary. Blaze’s last screw-up got him grounded, unable to shift into his dragon form. His punishment seems harsh to him, but there’s no escaping it.
Then the Love fairies come to the castle to work on forming an alliance. Blaze has about had it with guarding the horny beings, and he’s disappointed that they don’t stay small and cute. He almost commits a major faux-pas when he swats at something buzzing him, and it turns out to be a fairy on a dragonfly.
And from that snarky meeting, something wonderful, and dangerous, will come.

Review

Griff and Blaze are two star-crossed lovers who – when apart – do nothing right. Together, however, they can fix any wrong.

Griff lost his wings and his memory in an unfortunate fly-swatting accident. Blaze – never one to be overly bright – seduces the wrong man and ends up trapped as a human by his evil sister-in-law. When they meet they are immediately attracted to the other – in a way that surpasses normal attraction – and they quickly realize they are mates or bonded.

Joined together it’s up to them to fight for the balance between fairies and dragons and to stop the plot of the evil Queen Bonny.

**

There is a tremendous amount of worl-buidling going on in this book – it’s dense but beautiful in that way. I’m hoping this means we’ll be getting a new series out of this…

Bailey Bradford likes to make the small guy all toppy sometimes and Griff is pretty toppy… but in a sweet way and in a way that Blaze really needs.  I enjoyed the humor, the explosive smexy times and the adventure.

This is a fun, sweet, sexy fairy/shifter story that I really hope becomes a series.

4.25 of 5 stars

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Excerpt:
Blaze was disappointed as all Hades. The fairies weren’t little all the time. They were tiny when they came in, but quickly morphed to regular sized beings, if not taller than most of the dragons when the dragons were in the two-legged form.
And holy dragon balls, Blaze did not know why anyone would want a harem! Okay, well, there was the sex, and lots of it, probably, but so far there’d been more bickering and outright fighting than anything sexy! He’d had to break up six altercations, and the fairies had only been in their accommodations for an hour!
This was going to be a long, suck-ass assignment.
The fairies sure were beautiful, though. Granted, he hadn’t seen each and every one of them. He’d seen the king, and some of the harem members. Every one of them was gorgeous, delicate-featured, lithe, and limber—that last one might not be true, but he was going to go with it, because… hot! Bendy fairies… Blaze adjusted his cock before it could pop up and embarrass him. He wondered if maybe, because they were Love fairies, they had special powers of attraction and such. He’d been fighting down boners ever since he’d been brought out to meet the Love fairy king, Artaxis.
Not that Artaxis even gave him a cursory glimpse. Blaze didn’t blame him. Artaxis was beautiful, like all the fairies Blaze had seen so far, and Blaze was… Well, there was nothing delicate about a dragon’s features, that was for sure. And lithe might apply to some of the other dragons in differing warrens, but not in any Blaze knew of.
With Blaze’s shocking orange hair and bronze skin… and freckles, another thing that was a burden to bear. How many times when he’d been a child had he been teased about having shit splatters on his face? Was it any wonder at all that he hated his human form? At least his scales made the freckles unnoticeable for the most part when he was a dragon. And Blaze was forever scarred from being told his freckles were caused by watching other creatures using the dragon dumping grounds. That was also the cause for styes in the eyes, according to old dragons’ tales.
Blaze had never in his life had a sty, and he’d maybe, sorta accidentally, seen an orc once in the dumping grounds. If anything was going to give someone a sty, that should have done it.
Blaze smacked himself on the forehead. Why did his mind spin around to such stupid thoughts?
Well, it’d curbed his arousal. He hoped the fairies weren’t going to hang around long. He didn’t need the struggle with his dick, and he sure didn’t need the blow to his ego—so far, none of the fairies had acknowledged him or even looked at him unless he was breaking up a fight involving them. Even then, he didn’t think he registered as more than a big, lumbering weirdo.
He watched a dozen fairies walk toward the baths. They were so pale and pretty, and that long hair was amazing. Then he realized something wonderful. They were naked!
It was wonderful because there were so many gorgeous naked fairies. Yet it was horrible, too, because he was never going to have blood anywhere else but in his cock again unless he got some sort of control over his libido. When the fairies’ hair swung just right, he saw glimpses of nicely rounded buttocks.
Blaze groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. He’d end up taking his shaft out right there and jacking himself to completion, and he didn’t have to think about it to know that wouldn’t go over well with Fyre or Bonny.
He had to leave the hall next to the harem rooms, where he’d been standing, waiting for the next fight to break out. Blaze couldn’t wait for more naked fairies to come out. He’d lose it and yeah, end up being grounded for a century.
It was easy to slip away, outside, into the heat of the sunlight. Blaze bit his lip until it hurt bad enough to kill his arousal. He was really going to have to get it together—if he could just figure out what it was.
A strange sound reached his ears. It was a fluttering, buzzing sound. He turned his head and frowned when he saw a gold-gilded dragonfly buzzing toward the entrance of the secondary palace where the fairies were staying.
Contrary to popular belief, dragons didn’t look at dragonflies as cute little relatives. They looked at them as bugs.
Blaze raised a hand to swat it away when it was within reach.

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Wulfgang (Bad Oak Boys 3) by Erin Leaf

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After years in the military, Wulfgang Marrok has had enough. He wants nothing more than to settle down into quiet normalcy and live out his life. Unfortunately, the moment he meets his music history professor, “normal” and “quiet” disintegrate beneath a sudden metaphysical connection he didn’t think was possible. His mother is a werewolf, but he didn’t inherit her abilities… until now.

Silas River desperately needs a break from life as Bad Oak’s drummer, so he dons a disguise and heads to a sleepy little town to teach music. Of course, life always fouls up the beat: the moment his fated mate walks into his classroom, his dormant wolf side wakes up and demands attention.

For shifters, instinct trumps solitude. Werewolf politics and violent enemies trump peace. Can Silas and Wulfgang’s new bond survive murder and a loss so deep that Silas almost destroys himself trying to soothe the pain?

**MPREG ROMANCE**

Review

This is the third book in the series and it’s best read in order.

Silas is the drummer in the band and a cousin, so he knows he “might” become a werewolf at any time and that this is exponentially faster if he meets his mate. He needs a break from the werewolf craziness so he goes to Maine to teach for a summer – in disguise!- and is shocked to find more shifter craziness in the remote woods.

Wulfgang is the non-shifting son of a shifter and his mate who went crazy and damaged the pack then left in exile. He’s back because his mother can’t stay away from the draw of the pack and he’s trying to finish his degree. He’s immediately attracted to the professor of his music theory class but he can’t quite figure out what is “strange” about him nor can he understand why the bullies of his childhood won’t leave him alone. But he’s military trained now and won’t back down and he won’t let Silas get away with any secrets, either.

**
THIS IS WONDERFUL! I love this series so much! Book one blew me away. (https://openskyebookreviews.com/rock-star-baby-bad-oak-boys-1-by-erin-m-leaf/) It’s fun, sexy, has fantastic world-building and a sweet romance that really satisfies on all levels. Book two wasn’t as great, but was still pretty awesome,(https://openskyebookreviews.com/alpha-shaman-bad-oak-boys-2-by-erin-m-leaf/) but this one either surpasses book one or ties it in it’s ability to draw the reader in and keep them captivated from start to finish.

Silas is a strong Alpha character with a lovely sensitive side. Wulfgang is a bit younger but also strong and a great partner for Silas.

There is a moment of true heart breaking sadness that will bring tears to your eyes, but the end is so beautiful and goes a long way toward making it better. If I have any complaints about this book it’s that Wulfgang and Silas could have really used some more time after the tragedy to really work through the issue – I’m not sure I felt the pain as fully as I could have from Wulfgang’s perspective.

All in all it was a wonderful part three to the series and I can’t wait for book four!

4.5 of 5 stars

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Reviewed by Morgan

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4.5 stars Action/Adventure adult - 18+ Angst Level Book coming of age Contemporary Cop/Crime DA Exploration Friends to lovers Gay GFY/OFY Heat Index Homophobia Hopelessly Crying Hurt/Abuse m/m Mid level steam/heat Morgan Mystery NetGalley New Adult Novel 140 pgs + (80K + words) Samhain Publishing second chance at love Virgin

Give Yourself Away By Barbara Elsborg

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One guy intent on caution. One an adrenaline junkie. Love could be one risk too many.
March is determined to lose the numbness that accompanies a history of loss and blame. Desperate to feel something—anything—the adrenaline junkie base jumps off cliffs, soars on hang gliders, and embarks on dangerous sea-borne rescue missions. But any release he feels is fleeting, and when you play Russian roulette with fate, eventually you come crashing down.
No matter how hard Caleb tries to forget his past, a dark shadow is always behind him. When a bizarre turn of events results in him being trapped in a sea cave, Caleb wonders how his mantra—safety at all costs—could have failed him. On the point of drowning, he’s stunned when March surfaces in the cave.
March’s disregard for the rules saves Caleb’s life but gets March into a heap of trouble. Not least of which is the guy shivering in the boat next to him. March tries to ignore Caleb but it’s already too late. Together, they take small, awkward steps toward love. But Caleb’s past is waiting to sink in its claws…and this time, it could drag him to his death.
Warning: This book contains difficult flashbacks of child abduction and sexual violence, but also the incredible perseverance of two men who never give up on love—or each other. Bring your tissues and a heart that believes in the resilience of the human spirit.
Review

I can’t say much more than the blurb – there are other reviews out there that give away a bit more of the story if you want spoilers – but I can say this: Caleb and March are tied to each other in ways you can’t imagine and their love is abiding.

Barbara Elsborg has given us a heart-breaking story about childhood devastation, loss and it’s repercussions. She holds nothing back and tells the readers all they need to know and some they wish they didn’t.

I don’t think it’s possible to guess how someone will react to trauma of this proportion – so it’s anyone’s best guess how “realistic” this is… but if FEELS real to me.

The “coincidence” factor may bother some – but in life there are some absolutely amazing coincidences and implausible or not – this is the story of “what if?”

Fair warning – this is a dark, dark story, so be prepared for it and embrace it – the end result is a bright, sunshiny day and worth the adventure.

4.5 of 5 stars

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Reviewed by Morgan

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Music of love by Diana Sheridan

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The worst thing a teacher can do is fall in love with a student, but knowing that isn’t always enough to prevent such feelings. But even though his music student, Chance, is old enough, there’s still the matter of his being straight and an age gap of seventeen years. Whatever his feelings, Daniel may have to concede that sometimes love simply isn’t meant to be…

 

Review

 

This is a very short story about a music teacher who falls for his student. Then he pines for his student. A lot. And then some more. And then he tries to get over him. Then he hits on him.

The End.

**

The writing wasn’t very good, unfortunately. There was a lot of telling and not much showing going on. The dialog was stilted and awkward.

IE “His personality was incredible.” “You’ve moved the piano!” Chance exclaimed. “It’s disquieting to see how many things change when a person is gone for a while.”

The “reveal” scene where Daniel hits on Chance sounds more creepy than seductive or romantic and then jumps right into unbelievable with a very premature ILY.

IE “Chances’s cheeks flushed with a rosy color. But, sneaking a peek at Chance’s crotch, Daniel was sure he saw the beginnings of a protrusion there.” He dropped one hand lightly to the stiffening lump and squeezed it. “Your willy seems to like the idea, “ Daniel said softly.

 

I can’t recommend this book. Perhaps this is a first work of the author and with some more time and practice there will be improvements, but this is not a great example of her writing.

1 of 5 stars

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Reviewed by Morgan

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Love me Tenor by Annabeth Albert Tour – Prizes!

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Trevor Daniels is feeling aimless. A recent college grad, he’s not sure what to do with his useless degree, and his family all but abandoned him after he revealed the truth about himself. But a friend’s suggestion that he take his chances on a reality show aimed at finding the next big boy band strikes a chord with him—until the show’s producers convince him to act like he’s in a relationship with a guy who’s not at all his type. It isn’t exactly love at first sight for Jalen Smith either—but lust just might push them in an unexpected direction. If only their secrets weren’t even more twisted than their sheets, threatening to cost them the win—and each other…

 

 Words: 87,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, New Adult, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance, Singer/Musiciain

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“You brought your luggage?” The receptionist looked at Trevor like he’d brought a snake to the movie studio offices instead of a rolling suitcase and a backpack.

“My flight was late. And then customs—”

“Fine.” She held up a hand, shimmery with the sort of nail art Trevor’s sisters weren’t allowed to wear. “You can have a seat.” She motioned to a seating area with square leather and chrome chairs and a metallic-looking shag rug.

“Wait. Is my group here yet? Stand Out!?”

“Let me check.” She glanced at a pink sheet on a clipboard. “No.” She made a shooing motion back in the direction of the waiting area.

“Thanks.”

The receptionist disappeared back down a hallway, teetering on shoes that put her a good six inches taller than Trevor. The building was kind of a letdown. The whole complex was a series of gigantic gray warehouses, but the inside of this one was like any other office building in America. Or Canada. He’d only been in Vancouver a couple of hours and kept forgetting he wasn’t in the States anymore.

His bag made a loud clickety-clack sound as he dragged it across the tile floor to the seating area, but the only occupant in the chairs didn’t even glance up. The guy was about Trevor’s age, maybe a bit younger. His eyes were half-closed, like waiting for producers to call his name was just so boring. He had that jock sprawl, maximizing every inch of the low chair. Trevor took a seat with a good view of the guy. Indifferent eye candy was his favorite kind.

He had this thing for straight guys, particularly jocks. Jocks were his personal kryptonite; they made his knees turn into magnets, headed straight for the floor. And the guy across from him was the deadly, heart-stopping red kryptonite brand of jock. His build was perfect—not too tall, because Trevor was picky about that—but jacked like a Chevy with a lift kit. Hell, even the dude’s neck was ripped. Jock’s foot moved back and forth in motion with the music pumping in his ears from pricey Beats headphones.

Because dude’s eyes were shut, Trevor felt free to continue his inventory of hotness. Baggy shorts. T-shirt for a wrestling team. Wrestling. Trevor had to shift around on the slick leather couch before continuing his appraisal. Cheap white socks, but black shoes that probably cost more than Trevor’s bike. Rich elitist jock? Yes, please.

The outfit was notable because Trevor would have figured most guys coming to a TV studio would want to dress up a little. He had, but of course now his pressed khakis and dress shirt seemed horribly overdressed compared to jock boy and the receptionist wearing a cutoff denim skirt and a tank top that seemed to be made out of nothing more than knotted rope.

Maybe dude wasn’t there to be on TV. Or if he was, maybe he was there for a different show from the music reality show Trevor was on. He certainly didn’t look like the boy band type. Dude looked ready for an MMA-fighter type show, or maybe working as a stunt double. But if he wasn’t on Trevor’s show, that meant—

“You done checking me out or you need me to turn to the other side?” Jock’s eyes snapped open. They were a startling shade of hazel, almost amber. And at the moment, they were filled with undisguised irritation.

Oh, crap. Trevor gulped hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dug out his phone, giving himself something to look down at. He’d been caught before and it almost never ended well. With any luck, Dawn would show up soon and he would never have to see jock boy again.

“Oh, don’t be shy.” Jock boy had a killer whisper: husky with a hint of command to it. He said it with the air of someone who knew exactly how hot he was. And now he was going to make Trevor pay for noticing.

Trevor didn’t look up from his phone, but inside he was squirming in his chair. In a different situation, he’d be more than happy to let this play out until he was on his knees in the restroom with jock boy berating him, but he’d sworn to turn over a new leaf. Plus there was always the risk that jock wanted all the verbal abuse and none of the fun. No more gambling.

“Yeah. That’s what I figured.” The other guy snorted.

“Trevor! You made it!” Dawn came barreling across the lobby, red hair streaming behind her. She was flanked by two nearly identical blond giants—one wore a blue polo shirt and khaki pants, the other a brown polo and blue pants. Both had the same bored smirk on their faces.

“What are you doing with your luggage?” Dawn’s smile was replaced by a frown, like Trevor was some clueless kid making her day more difficult. “Why didn’t you give it to the receptionist? They’re sending all the contestants’ stuff over to the house while we tape the intro segments.”

“Here. I’ll take it.” Blond giant number one grabbed Trevor’s bags, tossing them like they were a set of hand weights.

“Jalen!” Dawn stepped around Trevor to hug jock boy, who stood up to greet her. “It’s about time. I was starting to freak!”

Just his luck. Dawn hung on Jalen the jock like they were old friends, tugging his headphones down to his neck and rubbing his closely cropped black hair. Oh, geez. Jalen looked a bit young to be Dawn’s boy toy; she had to be in her late twenties. But no matter what Jalen was to Dawn, he was now a giant pain in the neck to Trevor. A sick feeling gathered in his gut and his hands tightened.

“Did you meet Jalen already, Trevor?” she asked.

“No,” Trevor said carefully. The tension in his muscles climbed to trampoline spring tight—any second now Jalen was going to call him out for creeping on him.

“We’re acquainted,” Jalen drawled at the same time.

“Um. Okay.” Dawn frowned but luckily kept talking before Jalen could reveal way more than Trevor wanted. “So this is Carter. And over there is Carson.”

Twins. They had to be twins right? Trevor was already in too much shit for gaping and didn’t want to stare hard enough to figure it out.

“So, are we ready to become the next boy band?” Carter spoke like some dude on an infomercial, each word carefully articulated for maximum impact. “I am so ready to win this thing.”

The riot in Trevor’s stomach grew worse. Win? With Jalen the jock? As in Trevor was now in the same group as jock boy? And the blond giants? For the next six weeks?

“Yeah. Let’s do this.” Carson came back over. Like Carter, he had a macho, commanding voice, probably a baritone when he sang. Heck. Trevor really didn’t want to be the only tenor on a team of One Direction wannabes.

“Okay Stand Out!, let’s go film your intro.” Dawn motioned for them to follow her down the hall.

Oh, hell. He was really going to be on camera, in a boy band, right freaking now.

 

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Meet the author:

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter.  In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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“Better Late Than Never” (More from Bobby and Tommy) by JH Knight:

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Some background:

Piper Vaughn was having a birthday celebration late last year and she had a little contest – in the contest if you “won” she had an amazing list of prizes to pick from.  Well – I know Piper likes hedgehogs so I sent her a Birthday Hedgehog and I won a ficlet from JH Knight!  I was BLOWN AWAY – I love JH Knight and was so psyched! (JH wrote an amazing book (reviewed here earlier today) called The Last Thing He Needs  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6350  featuring two MCs Bobby and Tommy.)

JH contacted me and asked what I wanted and I said “Bobby and Tommy” in the future!!!”

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This is what I got (it’s PERFECTION!):

Better Late Than Never by JH Knight

 

Tommy knew how he ended up there. He’d retraced his steps, lived through the fight again, picked apart every word he’d said. Every word they’d both said. Every word they didn’t mean.

Well. Every word he didn’t mean. Bobby usually meant what he said and didn’t feel the need to apologize or take it back. Why would he? The bastard was usually right.

“We’ve been living together for a year, Tom. How long until you stop waiting for me to change my mind?”

Bobby’s words didn’t unsettle him so much as the way he’d said them. Like he was defeated, broken down… done.

“I don’t know, Bobby. Maybe forever, okay? Think you can handle that?”

No answer. Tommy should’ve felt some sense of satisfaction. He’d finally gotten Bobby to shut up, finally driven a point home so clearly and so hard there was no arguing it.

The only problem was, Tommy wanted him to argue it, wanted him to say he could handle it, could handle anything Tommy threw at him. But, no. Bobby stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, gritting his teeth like he was trying to stop himself from throwing a punch.

Brittle silence stretched between them, so strained Tommy wanted to break it himself, wanted to say something—anything, really. But he never got the chance. Bobby simply turned and walked out the door into the cold winter night.

“Great,” Tommy muttered. “Fucking fantastic.” He paced the floor for about twelve seconds before he headed for the closet and grabbed his jacket. He went ahead and dug around on the top shelf—reached his arm all the way back until he found what he really wanted. The one thing that might keep him sane tonight. Marlboro Reds never let him down. His fingers itched for them before he even made it outside.

He thought about chasing Bobby down, having some big, dramatic showdown in a parking lot somewhere, or on the side of the road. But he knew Bobby too well. Bobby liked to let things cool down, and if he was the one walking out, it meant he was the one who needed to clear his head and work through his anger on his own so he could talk things through with Tommy.

The crisp night air burned Tommy’s lungs, but he lit a cigarette anyway, took one long drag off it as he tried to decide where to go. He knew he shouldn’t head to the bar. That was a mistake he’d never make again. Instead he wandered around for an hour before he found himself on Gene’s doorstep. Mostly because that’s where he usually found himself when he needed to shake something off, or talk to someone who wouldn’t tell him what a dipshit he was. Someone who knew him almost as well as Colleen, but who didn’t have an investment in his actions beyond showing up for work and not fucking up so badly he couldn’t do his job.

Gene answered the door, wearing a flannel robe over his boxer shorts and an old undershirt. “Again?” he asked as he stepped back to let Tommy in. “Third fight in a month. You two must be going for some kinda record.”

Tommy couldn’t really laugh it off as a joke, and no way could he deny it.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Thank Christ. Beer’s in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Tommy did. But he stopped himself at two. Getting shitfaced at Gene’s was only one step better than getting shitfaced at the bar.

Gene watched the recap of one hockey game or another and Tommy stewed. He thought about Gene—his friend, practically his father. The guy was still single twenty years after his divorce because his wife had left him with nothing but a broken heart. On the other hand, Gene’s sob story didn’t really pan out when he was drunk enough to get chatty. He once told Tommy how it wasn’t her fault. How he drank too much, married too young, screwed anything that came his way while she was home waiting for him. How he sucked at it. Sucked at being a husband and would’ve sucked at being a father. How much he hated that it was too late now to go back and try again.

And that was the main problem with life in general, as far as Tommy could make out. Give it a shot and fail, you fuck up (at least) two people’s lives. Don’t try at all, and you’re probably still fucking things up. Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Which pretty much summed up Tommy’s life. Maybe everyone else’s life too, but fuck the rest of the world. He was too busy trying to keep his own head above water.

As Gene started to nod off in his chair, Tommy said goodnight and slipped out the door. He lit his last smoke and headed home.

Bobby was already in bed. Tommy could tell he wasn’t really asleep. Just the dark outline of the covers felt tense and angry to Tommy.

Not a good sign.

Tommy walked around to Bobby’s side of the bed, but he didn’t sit down. Instead he dropped to his knees and reached a hand out.

“I think it’ll take more than a blowjob tonight, Tom.” There was nothing playful about Bobby’s tone. Damn it all.

“I wasn’t planning on blowing you.”

That seemed to get Bobby’s attention. He lifted his head and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“So you’re… what? Begging?” Bobby arched a brow, but didn’t look impressed. “That’s not your style, Tom.”

Fair point and they both knew it. But if anyone could get him to beg, it’d be Bobby.

“Yeah, well. My style hasn’t been working too well lately, has it, copper?”

Bobby snorted a laugh, but it sounded cynical.

Tommy wet his lips and grabbed Bobby’s hand. “Maybe I am begging a little, all right?”

“Begging for what, Tom? More time? Another chance? You’ve got it, okay? Now let me get some sleep.”

“Ya know, you’re a real pain in the ass.”

Bobby did laugh then. Bitter and nettled, but a laugh nonetheless. “That’s really rich coming from you, Mr. O’Shea.”

Another good point. “Yeah, well. I guess we deserve each other, then.”

Something about that softened Bobby. He turned onto his side so he could face Tommy, squeezed Tommy’s fingers in his own. “Maybe so,” he whispered, exhaling a heavy breath, like he’d been holding it all damn day. “So what are we supposed to do with each other?”

That was Tommy’s out. His chance to make a joke, make a pass, fuck Bobby stupid until he forgot what they were fighting about in the first place. But not tonight.

“I think we should get married.”

He’d managed to shock Bobby a few times since they’d been together, but maybe not that much. Tommy didn’t think anyone had ever been so shocked in the history of the world.

“Why?” Bobby asked after an impossibly long pause.

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not even a little, Tom. Why? Why get married? Just to stop me bitching? Just so we’ll have something new and different to fight about?” Bobby was using his let’s think this through rationally voice, like he really was curious. It made it easier for Tommy to answer.

“No,” he said softly. “Not any of those reasons.” After a beat, Tommy added, “Well, getting you to stop bitching might be a bonus, but that ain’t why.”

He got a half smile from Bobby for that. Tommy cleared his throat before saying anything else. “You’re right, okay?” How many times had he said those three little words since he met Bobby? More than he could count. “I act like I’m always waiting for you to find an emergency exit because… I am always waiting for that. You deserve better than me, Bobby, and I’ll probably always wonder when you’re gonna figure that out.”

“Tom, don’t—”

“For once in your life, could you just shut the fuck up?” Tommy smiled as he said the words, took the sting out of them by laying his hand on Bobby’s chest and giving him a gentle push back onto the bed. He had to think for a moment before he could say anything else. Tommy wasn’t used to having to put everything into words the way Bobby needed him to. Once in a while, sure. But Bobby seemed to need it more and more lately, and maybe that was part of the problem. “We’re raising seven kids together. We live together. We cook meals together, solve problems together, worry together, laugh together. We fight together…. And even through all the bullshit, I’m still here and so are you.” Tommy paused—to give himself a chance to think, but mostly to see Bobby’s face, check his reaction. It didn’t help much. Bobby was listening intently, but he wasn’t giving anything away.

Maybe he waited too long to go on. Into the quiet of their bedroom, Bobby said, “So… neither of us has given up on the other, so we might as well get married?”

Considering the fact that Bobby had brought the subject up at least twice in as many months, he was sure as hell making it difficult for Tommy now. “More like, neither of us ever will, so we might as well be done with it and get married.” Tommy probably could’ve made it sound better, but it was too late to start over. After another long pause, Tommy added, “Christ, I’m no good at this shit, Bobby. Could ya cut me a little slack here?”

Bobby shifted on the bed, moved back a little, an invitation for Tommy to join him. Instead, Tommy stayed on his knees as Bobby said, “You really do suck at this.” He laughed, though, so Tommy figured they were out of the woods. “You wanna know why I want to marry you?”

Tommy knew already. “You already said. It’ll be easier if anything ever happens to one of us, or if we decide to adopt the twins, or—” He stopped talking as Bobby shook his head.

“Those are the reason I told you, because I thought I’d have a better chance of making you think about it.”

“Okay. You gonna tell me the real reason?”

“Well,” Bobby said as he trailed a fingertip down Tommy’s shoulder. He dropped his voice to a whisper and added, “Those are all real reasons too, but not the ones that matter.”

“What’re the ones that matter?” Maybe it was a stupid question, maybe if Tommy thought about it for even a second, he’d know what Bobby was getting at. Mostly he just wanted to hear Bobby’s voice, gentle and warm, no longer angry, inviting—the sound of home, to Tommy. He wanted Bobby to keep touching him, keep talking to him.

“I love you,” Bobby whispered. “That’s not going to change. Not in a week, or a few months, or a few decades. I’ll love you when we’re old, when we’re wrinkled and flabby and can barely remember our own names. I’ll still be here with you—not because I just haven’t given up, but because I love you and… I don’t want to be here without you.” Bobby paused for a beat, which was a good thing because Tommy felt like he couldn’t even breathe. “And that’s why people get married.” Bobby let out a small breath, caught Tommy’s eye. “Well. That’s the reason I want to marry you, anyway.”

Tommy’s mouth had gone dry sometime between asking for an answer and listening to it. He swallowed slowly, ran the tip of his tongue over his lips before he whispered, “That’s a pretty good reason.”

“I thought so,” Bobby told him, in that soft, half-teasing tone he used when he was in a good mood and looking to get laid.

Leaning in close, Tommy ran his hand up Bobby’s chest and smoothed his fingers over a wrinkle in Bobby’s T-shirt. Which, really was a sign of how pissed off Bobby had been when he went to bed. The only time either of them did that was when they were sick. “So we’re gonna do this?” Tommy asked before he brushed a light kiss against Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby grinned against Tommy’s lips and whispered, “Do what?” He slipped his hand lower, dipped his fingers into Tommy’s jeans as he spoke.

“Get married, asshole,” Tommy said, his voice catching in the back of his throat as his cock started to harden.

“Ask me again.” Bobby ran his fingertips over the head of Tommy’s cock, teasingly light, cruel. The bastard.

“Will ya marry me, Bobby?” The words sounded more like a demand, a growl as Tommy shifted his hips to get closer. He wasn’t even on the damn bed yet.

Bobby pulled at Tommy’s clothes, fought with the buttons on Tommy’s jeans even as he pressed his forehead to Tommy’s and whispered, “Yeah, I’ll marry ya, Tom.”

Tommy shifted over him, pushed the sheets back farther until he was on top of Bobby. They fumbled with their clothes for a long minute, pulling at fabric, trying to get to skin. When they were finally pressed naked together, Bobby threaded his fingers into Tommy’s hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He grazed his teeth over Tommy’s lips and bit down gently as Tommy rolled his hips against him, their cocks slick and hard between them.

When Tommy tried to pull back, wanting to reach for the lube, Bobby clung to him, held him tighter. “Just like this, Tom,” he whispered. He hitched his legs higher around Tommy’s waist and rocked so hard against Tommy, he could only nod in response.

They moved together for long minutes as Tommy buried his face against Bobby’s neck, inhaled deep before kissing him there. He got a groan out of Bobby then, and did it again, skimmed his hand down Bobby’s side and under his ass so he could press them tighter together. “Love you so goddamn much, Bobby,” he whispered, his voice rough, full of need.

“I know,” Bobby muttered, as if he couldn’t think clearly enough for a better response.

The feel of his hands on Tommy’s skin made Tommy move faster, grind harder against him as their bodies slicked with sweat, their cocks rubbing together with every move. He could hear Bobby’s breath catch, feel Bobby’s muscles tense. He knew Bobby was close so he pulled back just a bit, just enough to get a whimper from Bobby.

“Asshole,” Bobby whispered, the single word a hot pant against Tommy’s skin.

He couldn’t help but grin in response. “You keep telling me that.” Tommy rolled his hips again, one time, long and slow before finding his frantic pace again. He watched Bobby’s face, the way Bobby’s brow furrowed—almost the same way it did when he was hurting, or really pissed off. He was so close, right on the edge, and seeing that pulled Tommy along with him.

After too few seconds, Bobby let out a fierce groan and held tight to Tommy. His shudders rolled through him, and Tommy could feel each one as Bobby came hot and wet between them.

Tommy tried to hold off, let it last a little longer, but his climax burned through him like a lit fuse and there was no turning back. “Christ,” he groaned, one last gasp of breath before he collapsed against Bobby in the sticky mess they’d made.

It didn’t take long for Bobby to get tired of Tommy’s dead weight pinning him to the bed. With a laugh, Bobby said, “If you fall asleep now, I’m changing my mind.”

“Who said anything about falling asleep?” Tommy asked as he slowly lifted his head. “You’re just softer than the mattress.”

Bobby jabbed him hard in the ribs for that. “Get off me, asshole.” Thankfully, Bobby was still laughing as he rolled over, tumbling Tommy to the side. “Bet you wish you’d saved a cigarette now.”

Busted. “Who said I didn’t?”

“I know you too well for that, Tom. I bet you even put off coming home until your pack was gone.”

Tommy stretched out next to him, wrapped his arm around Bobby’s waist as Bobby tried to clean them both up. “Maybe I smoked extra fast so I could get back here and talk shit out before you fell asleep.”

Bobby snorted a laugh and shifted closer. “I bet you were sitting on Gene’s couch, smoking and drinking, trying to calculate how long you could stay out without me changing the locks.”

“Gene texted you, didn’t he?”

The grin on Bobby’s face was a good enough answer, but he said, “While you were getting your first beer.”

“He’s lucky he just gave me a raise, or I’d kick his ass.”

They settled after that, Tommy with his arms around Bobby’s shoulders, Bobby’s head on his chest, their feet tangled together under the blankets.

“Been a while since we rubbed off on each other like horny teenagers,” Bobby whispered, brushing kisses against Tommy’s skin with his words.

Tommy trailed his fingers through Bobby’s short blond hair. “I always feel like a horny teenager when I’m with you.” Cheesy? Probably. But true either way. He could feel Bobby’s breath, could tell he was about to fall asleep. “Speaking of horny teenagers, though….”

Bobby lifted his head, just enough to catch Tommy’s eye before relaxing against him again. “Davey told me what happened.”

“What’d you tell him?” Tommy asked, curious.

“Probably the same thing you told him. He’s too young, she’s too young, pissed off parents, teen pregnancy, condoms.” He pulled back to look at Tommy again, grinning this time. “Then I told him you’d turn him into a eunuch if he got caught making out with her on campus again.”

“That’s a goddamn promise. What’d he say?”

“‘What’s a eunuch?’”

Bobby couldn’t help but laugh. “Please tell me you explained. In detail.”

“I did.” Bobby started to laugh then, and Tommy held him a little tighter. “I told him he could carry his balls in a little sack around his neck.”

“I like it.”

“I’m not sure, but I think it was scarier coming from me,” Bobby said, rubbing his feet against Tommy’s. “Like, he’s used to you saying stuff like that. I don’t think he even hears it anymore. But for me to say it….”

“Yeah, you’re supposed to be the nice one, not the one threatening dismemberment.”

“Well. I did say you’d do it.”

“Fair enough,” Tommy whispered, already wanting to slip into sleep, but not wanting to stop talking either. This was his favorite part of the day. In bed, warm and safe, Bobby wrapped around him. Didn’t matter that they’d been at each other’s throats hours earlier. In a way, it didn’t even matter that they’d made a pretty huge fucking decision about their life and their future. These quiet moments—stolen bits of time that no one could take away from them—were the ones that mattered to Tommy. Talking about their day, Carrie’s report card, or Collin’s friend moving across town, Max and Zoe learning to write their numbers (with crayons, on the wall,) or the stupid shit Davey was up to…. It finally dawned on Tommy. They were already married.

“Hey,” Bobby whispered, tickling Tommy’s side. “You wanna make a big deal out of it, make an announcement and have a big party and all that, or just… us?”

Right. Getting married usually meant a wedding. “Hadn’t thought about it. What about you?”

Bobby shifted again, somehow got a little closer. “Honestly, Tom, I don’t care. We can go down to the courthouse and not tell anyone, or we can make it a huge thing.”

“I think your mother would turn us into eunuchs if we didn’t even tell her. Not to mention Colleen.”

“True.”

Tommy thought for a moment, trying to find what would feel right for them—for all of them. “What about just the family? And maybe see if Sanders and his wife wanna come?” Bobby’s partner was as good as family to Bobby and Judy, it was only right he should be there.

“Gene too.”

“Yeah, Gene too. We could put on some nice suits, go down to the courthouse, do a fancy dinner after….”

Bobby let out a contented hum before he answered, as if he were picturing it first. “Sounds nice. I like it. What about a honeymoon? Take a little trip somewhere, maybe go back to Mexico?”

“Sounds expensive.” He didn’t give Bobby a chance to argue, though. “But, yeah, we should do it. Whole family, or just us?”

“We didn’t take them when we went down to Cancun. Might be cool to bring all the kids. We’ve never really done a family vacation before.”

Tommy turned onto his side, slipped his hand lower to wrap his arm around Bobby’s waist. “That sounds even more expensive.” He thought about it for the length of one heartbeat and said, “We’d be saving a lot of money by not doing a reception and all that shit, though.”

“I should always try to talk you into things right after you come,” Bobby said, obviously teasing. “You’re pushover.”

“You and your mother have worn me down. I can’t say no to a goddamn thing anymore.”

“Good,” Bobby whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to Tommy’s. “So if I said we should take two trips, one with all the kids and one just for us, you’d just agree and fall asleep?”

“Why not?” Tommy rolled over, pushing Bobby onto his back and using him like a pillow. “We’ll just live with your mother the rest of our lives. Who needs to buy a house or put kids through college?”

“Yeah, like Colleen has asked for a single dime for tuition—you do realize, her dying words will be sorry for putting this on you guys.”

“That’s the god’s truth.” Tommy thought about it for a minute. Colleen needed a vacation from real life more than any of them. “Mike’ll probably get a scholarship.”

“We can put off buying a house for one more year….”

“We’re not exactly responsible with money, you get that, right?”

“Well, you are. Enough for both of us.”

“Not if I’m agreeing to this.”

“You can start being responsible again in a few months. After we get back from a two-part honeymoon.”

Tommy would’ve rolled his eyes if Bobby had been looking at him. “Fine. But this is the last thing you get to talk me into for a year. No. Five years.”

“Split the difference? Two and a half?”

Even that was unlikely and they both knew it.

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Thank you to JH Knight for giving me this amazing ficlet, thank you to Piper Vaughn for having that wonderful Birthday Contest and thank you to Karrie Jax for her amazing fan art!

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Re-Reading: The Last Thing He Needs Audiobook by JH Knight Narrated by Michael Stellman

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Tommy O’Shea is raising his seven younger brothers and sisters without any help from his drug abusing father and stepmother. Since he was fifteen years old, he’s managed to keep the children fed and out of foster care. It takes up every ounce of his energy and the last thing he needs is romance complicating his life further.
Rookie cop Bobby McAlister doesn’t belong in Tommy’s harsh world, but Tommy can’t push him out. As their unlikely friendship turns into a tentative relationship, they weather the daily storm of Tommy’s life with a lot of laughs and more than a few arguments.
Tommy isn’t used to trusting outsiders, and he’s never asked for help in his life. But when a tragedy strikes the O’Shea family and threatens everything he’s fought for, he’ll have to learn to do both to recover from the brutal hit.

 

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Abridged

Tommy O’Shea has a rough life. He’s in charge of his 6 younger siblings, didn’t finish high school, has drug-addled parents messing up his life, and he’s very poor.
Bobby McAlister has been around for most of Tommy’s life. He’s a gay cop who only wants to love and be loved.
It isn’t easy for Tommy to trust – everyone he knows has let him down – so when Bobby comes around, he’s immediately treated with a heavy dose of skepticism and mistrust.

With time, perseverance and a lot of love, Bobby worms his way in to Tommy’s life and heart and the result is this amazing love story written by JH Knight.
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I was blown away by this story when I first read it. I’ve since re-read (and listened to) it many, many times as it stands on my “favorites” shelf with only a few other select titles.
The story is so sweet, so tender, yet tough and gritty at the same time.
The problems Tommy and his family face are realistic and heart-breaking and I really loved that the “gay” part was really the least of their worries.
This was a story about trust, devotion, optimism and most of all, family. Despite all the odds and all the reasons why things really should not have worked out, family prevails, and in ways we could never predict.
I really loved the relationship between Bobby and his mother, June. I just think her involvement in the story added that the icing to this delicious cake of a book. She rounded out the family and brought everyone in that much tighter. She reminded us that you’re never too old to need a “Mommy”.
I felt the love scenes were erotic and touching and just numerous enough to add texture to the story without being the focus. The kids were amazing and I really hope we see more of their stories in the future.
JH Knight gave us a WONDERFUL present with this “Epilogue”:

https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/7586073-have-yourself-a-merry-little-free-short-read

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Michael Stellman did a fantastic job with his narration here. He doesn’t do anything over the top with the voices but does a really solid job with the emotion and the timing of the story. He subtly changes the tenor to differentiate the different characters and it allows you to become immersed in the story. I really got swallowed up by both the wonderful words of JH Knight and the way it is so artfully told by Michael Stellman. This is one of those audiobooks I will listen to again and again and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

6 of 5 stars

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Jagger Jameson could be the poster child for a nasty childhood campaign but he refused to allow it to dictate his future. At an early stage, he learned to shut down all emotions and focus solely on survival. As it turned out, survival came in the form of a basketball scholarship with the University of Kentucky Wildcats. As the rest of the team around him focuses on having a good time and building friendships, Jagger worries only about using his talent to help him escape the life that was dealt to him. Everything is going smoothly until somebody from his past makes a reappearance and with just the mention of a name, Jagger finds himself struggling to maintain his cool façade.
Colton Montgomery’s wealth allowed him the opportunity to have about anything in the world he could desire…except the only thing he’d ever really wanted – Jagger Jameson. When the opportunity to try and tame his Wildcat comes his way, Colton gladly accepts the challenge.
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Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

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Sure, it had been less than twenty-four hours since he’d come face to face with Colton Montgomery for the first time in four years, but he’d managed to think of nothing but Colton Montgomery every moment he was awake. He thought of the way Colton’s emerald eyes had looked at him so intently that he felt like the man could dig into his soul, see all his secrets, know all the things he didn’t want people to know. Dick had described it as ‘dude, Colton Montgomery just spent the last thirty minutes eye-fucking you’ and then summed it up with ‘and he wants to fuck you’ – typical Dick.
He’d thought he was prepared, thought he’d managed to build up an immunity against the rich prick that had stunned him years ago, but the second he’d walked through the door and saw him, every protective barrier he’d worked so hard to build over the years disintegrated with one lusty smirk from Colton. Fuck, he was in so much trouble. Riley knew….
One look in Riley’s eyes and Jagger didn’t have the first doubt that Riley knew he was attracted to Colton – hungry for Colton. His captain had given him a sympathetic look. It was as if he had somehow figured out that Jagger had always had the hots for a boy way out of his league and now, fucking now, when he didn’t need any distractions, that boy decided it would be fun to tease the poor kid – make him think he was wanted for something other than…hell, what was he good for if it wasn’t going to be sex? He’d never given himself to another man. Actually, Colton was the only man he’d ever looked at with those thoughts dancing around in his head. He’d fucked a handful of women over the years and enjoyed it…just enough to get the job done. There had never been the first doubt in his mind about his sexuality until Colton-fucking-Montgomery’s ten words. Fuck!
The basketball hit him square in the chest, bouncing away and damn near knocking the breath out of him. “Shit, sorry, Riley. I was going over some plays in my head. I’m good, I swear.” Thank the fuck they were just in warm-ups before the championship game. “We Will Rock You” was blasting over the speakers because that song never got old when it came to championship games, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. Championship games were always a bundle of excitement – add a Cinderella story into it, and the people and media ate it up. Shit, even half the state of Kentucky kinda hoped Florida Gulf would win or at least make a good showing.
What the fuck did they know? They didn’t have any idea what was on the line…how their winning might damn well destroy him. Sure, it was all fun and games for Colton Montgomery, but it was his fucking self-esteem, pride, and sanity up on the auction block.
“Get your head out of your ass, Jag. I’m going to need you at one hundred percent tonight if we plan on winning this game.” His hands flung around the arena. “The entire crowd is either openly pulling for Florida Gulf or secretly hoping they win. I feel like we’re up against everybody in this fucking arena and my fucking point guard has his head shoved all the way up his own fucking ass!” Yeah, his tirade ended with a scream. That was Riley for you. He hated to lose. Well…correction; he didn’t like losing but if everybody played their damndest, he could take it. When they lost because one or more of them ‘had their head up their fucking asses’, he completely lost it.
He was already losing it.
“My head isn’t up my ass, Riley. I’m good. When the whistle blows, I’m going to shove this ball all the way up Colton Montgomery’s arrogant fucking ass.” He gave Riley a fist bump, hoping that was a normal action. He’d seen others on the team doing it….
“I hope so, Jag. If not, I’m afraid he’s planning on shoving something else up yours.” Riley crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Jagger, waiting for a reaction…any reaction. He wasn’t disappointed. Well, he was disappointed because he was fucking certain that without their point guard playing top notch, they were damn well going to get beat, but, on the other hand, some life in the kid’s eyes was something to see. Finally….
“There’s no need to be gross, man. I’m ready. Colton Montgomery will not score the first point tonight, mark my words.”
Riley rolled his eyes. “I don’t necessarily think its gross, but I don’t think it’s what you’ve got penciled into that fucking life-plan that you’ve had since day-fucking-one.” He shoved another basketball against Jagger’s chest. “I’ll hold you to that promise of him not scoring any points, Jag…just don’t let him do the same to you.”
The warning buzzer sounded before Jagger could respond (and question the ‘not necessarily gross’ statement) and the crowd went absolutely nuts. This was it. Championship game – it would look awesome on any resume he sent out. If they won…no, when they won, he could probably pick which accounting firm in Kentucky he wanted to work with. It all came down to this night.
Even after he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do it, his eyes drifted to the other end of the court and immediately found his adversary. Colton Montgomery, in all his fucking, glorious, arrogant, rich beauty was staring right back, a confident smile curving his lush lips. He offered a wave and a wink. Jagger flipped him off and headed to his bench.
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TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books. Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
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Charles Fordham III has been expelled from Oxford and sent home with his tail between his legs. The self-professed “brat” has always gotten away with things because of his father’s influence and money. Poor Chas is in for the surprise of his life in the form of a tall, well-muscled, former Marine bodyguard… but even more daunting days may lie ahead. Have his years abroad prepared him for the expectations of his father when he’s forced to live up to his legacy?

Tate Heston returns home from Iraq when his beloved career is cut short by an IED. He’s used to turning boys into men and then leading them into battle where sometimes the good guys lose. This makes him even more hesitant about taking on a job guarding a spoiled brat, but he believes he can probably do what he does best…  make young Chas a man.

Not everyone wants to see the brat succeed in his father’s place. Things have been running just fine for years and the return of Charles Fordham III and the shake up his arrival causes, has his family’s enemies in a panic. But as the boy assumes his rightful place, Tate understands sometimes a man must take his fight to the enemy… regardless of battlefield… or boardroom.

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Chas whirled on Tate, stalking up to him, probably having decided that he was the whole problem. Hell, Tate was totally fine with that. Better he hate him than his father. Hate was easy to handle but he was really surprised when he stopped right in front of him and shouted at him.

“You have no right to tell me how I should talk to my father, you… you cretin!” he screamed.

Tate was only slightly surprised as spittle flew out of Chas’s mouth when he spoke and he raised his hand. Is he gonna…?

Tate reached up and stopped Chas’s slap inches from his cheek as he viciously swung his hand toward him. Tate managed to grasp Chas’s wrist, stopping the blow and the action brought the young man flush up against his body. For a few seconds their faces were inches from each other and with all of Chas’s rage, the way his chest heaved with anger, Tate inexplicably felt his cock harden in his jeans. His fury is magnificent. Tate didn’t know whether he should stop the kid or just bend him over his father’s desk and fuck him right then and there and get it over with. He let the thought slide through his mind for a few seconds as he stared into Chas’s magnificent angry amber-colored eyes. It’s probably not the right time… more’s the pity.

Tate hesitated only a second and then tore his gaze away from the man’s, bringing Chas’s arm down and then around the man’s side so that he was forced to turn his back on Tate. Chas cried out as Tate deftly brought his hand up between his shoulder blades, causing him to bend forward to take the pressure off or have his arm snapped in the process. A second later, Chas’s knees gave out and he dropped to his knees on the thick carpet to relieve the pressure on his arm. Tate bent over him, still holding Chas’s fingers up behind his back with one hand. He laid his hand on the back of the young man’s neck, pushing his forehead firmly to the floor with the other hand.

“Ah! You’re hurting me!” Chas gasped out, drooling down toward the carpet beneath him. His body was shuddering but all the fight had gone out of him and he suddenly went boneless as his body relaxed.

Tate leaned down to speak softly at his ear. “No hitting. No slapping. No getting physical of any sort. That clear?” Go ahead. Fight me, you little fucker. I’ll have your jeans around your ankles and my dick up your ass so fast, you won’t know what hit you.

A second later Chas gave an almost imperceptible nod. His chest was heaving and Tate thought he heard a sob come out of the man as he grunted in pain again.

“Okay,” Chas finally ground out through gritted teeth, “Let me up.”

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Character Interview Questions (from Tate’s Point of View)

1.What is your biggest fear? That some of the men I served with will never make it home.

  1. What is your most prized possession? My Grand Torino.
  2. What do you enjoy doing on your day off? Taking Chas sightseeing. He left the US when he was only 10 so helping him to discover his home (California and Los Angeles) is great. We take road trips and he’s growing to love our state.
  3. Your best childhood memory? Going on road trips with my mom and dad. We didn’t have money so that was our vacation. Sometimes, just going to see the ocean or a ball game in summer was the best time of my life.
  4. Where do you hope to be in five years? Living wherever Chas calls his happy place (hopefully by a beach).

 

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International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for 30 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.

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