And if you haven't been to DIK to pee pee dance with laughter--go read the RomanceBot2000 interviews...srsly. Do go look. Best posts ever.
When his parents get a gander at the sex tape sent by a blackmailer, they offer Kendall Turner a few weeks of "rest" in a cushy clinic. No, he says, and hotfoots it across the lawns of the family estate. KT isn't his own worst enemy anymore; there's a new candidate for the title. Suddenly, Kendall's on the lam, trying to outrun a murder rap. Helping -- by locking KT naked in their motel room -- is his cousin Turn. KT has some issues: he manages to censor himself only when he lies, he's been in love with cousin Turn since forever, and he really would rather kill himself than get more rest at another clinic.
He was everything I never, ever wanted. And I wanted him badly.
All Seth really wanted was a simple massage—was that too much to ask? When his usual therapist is replaced by a sexy young masseur, Seth finds himself obsessed with the unpredictable - and wholly inappropriate - David Cooke. Pushed to the breaking point by forces both mysterious and not so mysterious, Seth must lose his rigid control to find the happy ending both he and David deserve.
The Excerpt
The covers were gently placed back on my shoulders, and I was gripped with a firm hand on either arm, then the sides of my waist, hips, thighs, and then calves, until the blanket was drawn up and away. My left side out in the open air, ass down to my foot completely bared. The coolness of the air was lost to the heat coursing through my veins as those tantalizing hands kneaded the muscles of my thigh with determination and indisputable skill.
I groaned again, utterly turned on. Oh man. It was almost like the guy was doing this on purpose. I glanced over my shoulder only to see him caressing warm massage butter into the pale flesh of my inner thigh. His fingertips disappearing in that crevice, nearly touching my balls. His hands were smaller than I thought, but broad. His head was bent slightly, curls framed the frown on his brow, and even in that get up, even now noticing that ridiculous earbob—or whatever it was called, a gauge?—I wanted to fuck him. Hard. The words Boy Butter began to hum inside me. I plopped my head back down.
Oh, this was not good and completely out of character, even for me. At least this past year.
“Mr. Weston? Everything all right?” David’s voice was as sultry as smoke in the room.
I rolled my forehead against the head rest trying to get a grip. “Fine.”
“Because we can stop if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”
“I said fine.” No surrender.
Screw it, I lifted up and set my dick straight. Why not? It wasn’t as if this guy didn’t know what kind of equipment we both had. Or were interested in. I figured we were on the same page with our sexual orientation. I tried not to stroke off, just got more comfortable and then sprawled, boneless, onto the table. In for a penny; in for a pound. If nothing else, my body was in the game and my mind was off my troubles.
“Keep going.”
The massage therapist continued his work by sweeping his slicked hands down my thigh, and along the length of my calf. He worked the shea butter into the sensitive skin of my heel and then over my hypersensitive foot. Thumbs dug into the tender arch and holy mother of pearl, I reared up off the bed in exquisite pain and pleasure as the ache was funneled straight down my body and out through my toes. “My God. Again.”
I was panting.
“Excuse me?”
“Do that again. That was amazing.” I was starry eyed and breathless.
“Uh. Are you okay?” He seemed worried. This is what he did for chrissake, and now he was alarmed that I was enjoying it?
“Fine. Do it. Again.”
(available 4/24)
Three Cool Things!
He's like cupid!
Ok so that Amazon thing is now not actually sorted out but, at the very least, folks have their ranking and we have an almost but not really explanation / apology.
So this whole GLBT/Erotica non-ranking bull-sheet from Amazon has me both pissed off and confused. You can read the latest over at DA...TPig has some thoughts on the matter, heck, we all do. SB is Amazon Rank Googlebombing them. Please doooo eeeet.
I had a pedi and a fabulous new haircut today-- angular and above my shoulders (the color is auburny/brown yum yum yummy)--and it perked my little self right up. I've been instructed to celebrate the finish of book two edits (done and DONE) before I hurl myself full throttle into 'prep school' revisions. Yes, I know that was supposed to be last week, but Happy Ending came back and it took up some time. But it's ready for April 24th release! ::crosses fingers::
