Blurb:
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an
explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss
has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections,
so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a
laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done
lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for
change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his
father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he
wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not
seem disinterested.
Together they will be able
to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want
forever.
Excerpt:
“Happy
New Year, boss.”
He
put the tray on the night stand, and offered George two aspirin and the glass
of water. George swallowed them and winced anew at the sandpapery quality of
his throat. James grinned again—in sympathy George assumed—though it was
difficult to determine through his blurry eyed vision and the brass band which
seemed to have taken up residence in his head.
“Happy
New Year.” George managed to croak those few words out and collapsed back on
the bed with a groan. “I’m never drinking again.”
“Of
course you won’t. Here, sit up, get your caffeine hit, and have a shower.
You’ll feel better afterward, I promise.”
George
glared at the other man through hooded lids, and decided there and then that
James had to be some sort of sadist. No one was this happy first thing in the
morning, and took this much delight in torturing another human being into
sitting up. The clanging cymbals in his head all decided to bash together in
discord and George groaned and held his head in his hands.
“Fuck.”
James’s
amused snort joined in with the percussion instruments crashing against his
skull and George screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sadly
we haven’t yet. I don’t think jerking off to images of you passed out in my bed
counts as fucking you, and I do find myself most impatient to do so, so be a
good boy, drink this coffee, and then for the love of God, shower, man.”
Amusement
tinged those words, but there was an underlying edge that registered over the
fuzz for brains in George’s head, and he cracked one eye open to look at James.
The intensity of his gaze made him swallow, and all conscious thought fled out
of his brain as James grasped his hands and wrapped them round the steaming cup
of coffee.
“Coffee,
shower, fuck, in that order.”
James
winked at him, and George did as he was told. The slap to his ass as he
stumbled off the bed and James pointed him to the bathroom, stung, and made his
cock jerk. James noticed, of course and wrapped his hand around George’s shaft
and pumped it a few times. Exquisite pleasure shot through George’s system, and
he braced a hand on the wall to steady himself.
“Fuck,
James, stop doing that, or I’ll never make it into the shower.”
James
laughed, bit his shoulder lightly, released his cock, and swatted his ass
again.
“Don’t
be too long in there, or I’ll be forced to join you.”
George
groaned and shook his head.
“Is
that supposed to be a deterrent or a promise?” He didn’t catch James’s laughing
reply, as he stumbled into the bathroom. By the time he managed to eventually
relieve himself, wash his hands, and brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush
he’d found propped up against the sink, he felt almost human. The warm stream
of the power shower further revived him, and he stood and let the hot spray
cascade over him. He wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the shower enclosure
open and shut and he sucked in a breath when he opened his eyes. James stood
with his back to him, and George got his first good look at James’s dragon. It
covered his back, wings flapping wildly, and the art work was supreme. Over
James’s broad shoulders, down his muscular back and into his delectable ass,
George’s gaze followed the trail of ink, and giving into the need to touch the
other man, he let his hands follow the trail of his visual inspection.
His
cock reared back into life with a speed and force that left him lightheaded as
James’s lust filled groan trembled through the confined space of their shower
enclosure, and his lover’s muscles tensed under George’s fingertips.
“That’s
fucking awesome, baby.” George ran his knuckles down James’s spine until he
reached the globes of his ass. Squeezing the firm flesh he kneaded his lover’s
butt cheeks and kissed down James’s back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering
in their confined space, but he managed to drop to his knees, and continue his
path downward. James swore under his breath and slapped his hands on the tiled
wall for support when George spread his lover’s ass cheeks and licked from
James’s heavy balls upward to his anus.
James
tensed and panted, when George tunneled his tongue through James’s ring of
muscle while bringing one hand round to grasp his thick shaft.
“Fuck,
George, you don’t have to… Jesus.”
James’s
cock jerked and pulsed in George’s firm grasp, and those tight muscles guarding
James’s rear entrance tightened around his tongue in involuntary clenches that
told George in no uncertain terms how close James was getting. Anal play was
something George had always enjoyed. The mere intimacy of the act showed how
much you trusted the other person, and he withdrew slowly and growled his next
words into James’s hairy thighs, while he fondled the man’s heavy balls.
“Turn
round, baby. I want to taste you.”
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About
Doris:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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