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Sunday, 23 July 2017
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Release Date: July 23, 2017
In a world of wealth and power, the rules of love and war are nothing as they seem.
Nora Randolph never wanted a life of luxury. But when her mother falls in love with the heir to the British throne, their small-town lives are uprooted and every little girl’s fantasy becomes her reality. All too quickly, she learns the dangers of running in circles with the world’s elite, especially when she attracts the attention of Winston Academy’s resident golden boy.
Asher Frederick has known nothing but favor and fortune. The son of London’s most influential family, his future has been written in stone since infancy. But a tragic childhood loss redirects his course, and revenge has been boiling in his blood for years. When innocent and unaware Nora lands in his path, it’s as if the universe hands him the ammunition to finally drag his enemy through the mud.
But as his plan for vengeance gets more twisted, so do his feelings for Nora. And as her immersion into the upper crust dives deeper, she struggles to keep the secret she’s been guarding for eighteen years.
Heavy lies the crown, and when the ultimate betrayal blindsides her, will either of them survive the consequences that come crashing down on their heads?
Author of romance novels such as Red Card and the Captive Heart Duet, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and sarcastic characters who won't get out of her head until she puts them down on a page.
Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.
When she isn't in what her husband calls a "writing coma", Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch sports while his wife plots love stories.
Friday, 21 July 2017
Title: Talk Bunny to Me
Author: A.R. Barley
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance
Publisher: MLR Books
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A.R. Barley lives in the Motor City with a dog (who's currently annoying the cat), a cat (who's doing his best to avoid the dog), and an engineer. She likes hot drinks, hotter novels, and ice cream. She writes seven days a week (when she's not playing referee to the dog and the cat) and is always happy to hear from readers at email@example.com. You can also reach her on Facebook and Twitter!
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‘Benjamin Holland, Werewolf Hunter’ sounded cool, but the reality didn’t live up to the hype.
Not when he’d spent the last six hours freezing his ass off in the woods, eating cold beans out of a can.
Frost pricked his fingertips and Ben gathered his coat closer against the wind. Nothing was moving. Damn it. The local werewolf pack had sworn their rogue member was shacked up in the small stand of trees, but if Ben didn’t find him soon he’d be going back empty-handed.
No dead werewolf meant no bounty.
It also meant he’d wasted two days, the gas from Chicago to Minnesota, and four cans of beans.
He’d have been better off staying in town and working on his portfolio.
Unfortunately, the graphic design internship that was supposed to launch his career wasn’t just a pain in his ass.
It was also unpaid.
Hunting down killer werewolves—and the occasional cougar shifter—meant paying his rent on time. It meant groceries and health insurance, with enough left over for the occasional night on the town.
It meant never having to ask his brother for help again.
The wind whipped across the open space between Ben and the trees, but other than that, the place was silent. He let out a low sigh and—
Silence. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. Ben had grown up in the woods outside of Chicago. His family owned a hunting store, and he’d started going out with his father when he was knee high to a caterpillar.
Only citified idiots thought of the woods as silent. There was always something going on—rustling in the bushes or birds chirping high up in the trees. It was one of the first lessons he’d learned while he was still toting gear for his father and his older brother.
“If it gets all quiet-like, that means something big is coming,” his father had explained. “You stop hearing anything at all and that’s when it’s time to make some noise.”
Except the rogue werewolf wouldn’t be frightened off by outstretched arms and Ben’s Katy Perry impression, not like a wild bear or a real mountain lion.
Ben adjusted his grip on his rifle. He’d staked out his position a few hours earlier on a small rise looking towards the woods. The holly bush in front of him still had some growing to do, but it was big enough to hide the glint off his scope without obstructing his field of vision.
As soon as the wolf broke cover, it would be a goner.
In. He took a deep breath, swallowing hard. Out. He expelled every ounce of air from his lungs.
A branch broke somewhere in the distance and his finger tensed against the trigger. He’d stopped going to the shooting range every Saturday with his brother, but he still made sure to practice between hunts. He wouldn’t miss at this distance.
The wind brought him the sound of rustling in the underbrush and then—a ball of fur darted into the clearing.
Ben had to jerk backwards to avoid shooting the rabbit. The damn thing was a light gray color with pale fur around its dark eyes and a nose that never stopped twitching. He wasn’t a lop—like his best friend Peter in bunny form—but his ears weren’t very long either.
He swallowed down the familiar wave of unease. It had been four months, a week, and three days since Peter had mated with Ben’s older brother. He wished them both the best, but sometimes it still hit him like a punch to the gut. Crushing on his best friend had been idiotic, but that didn’t make it any easier to see Peter happy with someone else.
After he finished his hunt, he’d drop the body with the Minnesota pack, head back to Chicago, and find someone cute to fuck. Man or woman, he wasn’t picky.
Damn. He forced back a wave of arousal. He reached down to press the base of his palm against his burgeoning erection and send the rushing blood back towards his head. If just thinking about sex was enough to get him hard then he really did need to get laid. Repeatedly.
The movement must have made some kind of noise because the rabbit’s head jerked to the side. Big black eyes stared directly at him. His head nestled down between his shoulders. His entire body vibrated.
Something else rustled in the bush and the rabbit’s eyes squeezed shut. His entire body went still.
The bunny wasn’t alone.
Ben fumbled his hand back into position. The rabbit was being hunted, and—as far as he knew—there was only one other predator in the woods.
Ben’s breath was coming just a little too fast. It didn’t have the practiced rhythm he usually relied on to keep him steady. His heart was doing the cha-cha in his chest. He expeled all the air from his lungs and—
A wolf crashed out of the woods.
Damn. His contact hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the guy was big. Three and a half feet tall at the shoulders and bulky to boot. Ben couldn’t tell if his mass was mostly fluff or muscle, but he didn’t want to find out.
In. He took a deep breath. The wolf stalked closer to the bunny rabbit. Out.
He pulled back on the trigger and the rifle thundered. The recoil made the stock slam back against his padded jacket. The noise made his ears ring.
The bullet caught the wolf in the shoulder. He stumbled backwards before righting himself. His gaze never left the trembling rabbit. A real wolf would be incapable of that kind of focus. It would skulk back into the woods to lick its wounds.
This was definitely Ben’s rogue—a high school kid who’d decided to eat the head cheerleader when she wouldn’t go to prom with him. There wasn’t a court in the world here the victim’s family could find justice. Just Ben, his rifle, and the bounty the Minnesota pack had placed on his head.
Hell, Ben would have done it for free.
Especially after he’d seen what the asshole had done to her body.
Crack. Ben didn’t pause between shots. Crack. He hit the wolf once in the shoulder and once in the side. The wolf went down, but he was still conscious.
Shifters were hardy, especially the predators. Ben had taken out almost a dozen with his rifle and another three up close and personal when wolves had kidnapped his brother to try and get to Peter.
Thankfully, most of those had been head shots. They’d died quick. The ones who’d made it through the first few seconds had all charged in his direction, teeth bared, ready to attack.
Every single one.
This wolf was different. He didn’t even turn in Ben’s direction. He was too busy forcing his way towards the rabbit. A loud growl exploded out of his throat. Saliva dripped from his mouth.
Snap. His teeth closed only an inch from the rabbit’s head.
The fuzzy little bastard didn’t move.
His fight or flight response had to be broken.
Either that or he’d given up.
Giving up was a human response, not an animal one. It wasn’t something a normal bunny would do.
Adrenaline surged through Ben’s body. He surged forward, aiming and firing on the run. Not ideal. Especially not when his rifle only had a five-round magazine. Crack. Crack.
His grip was awkward. The recoil sent the rifle into his collarbone instead of the padding of his jacket. The pain was enough to make his eyes water.
He’d have a bruise in the morning.
He’d be lucky if he didn’t have a broken collarbone.
That didn’t stop him from reversing the rifle and sending the butt of his gun down into the wolf’s skull.
The scent of gunpowder was thick in the air. Ben’s hands were sticky. Blood had sprayed across his jeans.
It was nothing compared to the rabbit.
He was coated in blood from the tip of his twitchy little nose to his cotton ball tail. Then his eyes opened. He blinked twice. One small foot edged forward like he was preparing to escape.
“Not a chance.” Ben lunged forward. His rifle thumped against the grass. He wrapped his fingers tight around the rabbit’s midsection as he lifted it up off the ground. Strong back legs kicked out and connected with his side. That would be another bruise in the morning. A front paw dug into his wrist and long nails clawed deep into tender flesh. He refused to let go.
He didn’t know whether the rabbit was a wild animal, a child’s pet, or a lost shifter, but he wasn’t going to let him get away.
Ben fumbled the zipper of his coat down—biting his lip against the Minnesota cold—and slipped the rabbit into the warm space between his padded hunting jacket and his cotton T-shirt. He held his breath. If it was a wild bunny this was the moment when he was about to get scratched up.
It would be painful.
He released his grip.
The rabbit’s body curled ever so slightly. Claws connected with his flannel shirt. He dug in tight, but he didn’t draw blood. He just snuggled close.
Not a wild animal.
Ben zipped his jacket back up over the rabbit’s head before snagging his cell phone out of his back pocket. The number he wanted was the third one down in the history. It rang twice before the person on the other end of the line picked up. He didn’t wait for them to say hello.
“I’ve got your rogue.” He used a booted foot to toe the corpse on the ground. “Time for you to come clean up your mess—and teach the rest of your pack some manners. I don’t want to have to come back.”
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From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him. Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions. I didn’t think he’d call me back. I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become. Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets. Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake. A complete STANDALONE.
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island. Connect with Penelope Ward Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram Other standalones from Penelope Ward: Mack Daddy: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2kWzE1S iTunes: http://apple.co/2iNrIPj B&N: http://hyperurl.co/aiypfj Kobo: http://hyperurl.co/r3hv19 Neighbor Dearest: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2aWvypX iBooks: http://apple.co/29mC6L8 Nook: http://bit.ly/2akQ2aq Kobo: http://bit.ly/2axt1SY Stepbrother Dearest: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1mFNMeg iBooks: http://bit.ly/YER0mT Nook: http://bit.ly/1taMFjG kobo: http://bit.ly/1fJaaBs RoomHate: Amazon: http://amzn.to/294lIeT iBooks: http://apple.co/1PgsvE7 Nook: http://bit.ly/1PLGnSL kobo: http://bit.ly/1POvSnW Mister Moneybags: (co-written with Vi Keeland) Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ny7GhN iBooks: http://smarturl.it/3y1tuq Nook: http://smarturl.it/kx7h8m Kobo: http://smarturl.it/qqf5ho Playboy Pilot: (co-written with Vi Keeland) Amazon: http://amzn.to/2dbetFA iBooks: http://apple.co/1Wb06Cf Nook: http://bit.ly/2c9vRdV Kobo: http://bit.ly/2ctb6dv Stuck-Up Suit: (co-written with Vi Keeland) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1S3LnpZ iBooks: http://apple.co/1Qbwy57 Nook: http://bit.ly/29vrQhV Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/stuck-up-suit Cocky Bastard: (co-written with Vi Keeland) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1MvHLg2 iBooks: http://apple.co/1PffE2J Nook: http://bit.ly/1EjxNpY Kobo: http://bit.ly/1UxCSUO Sins of Sevin: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1F9tbc3 iBooks: http://apple.co/1K8mzGg Nook: http://bit.ly/1hTKAKE kobo: http://bit.ly/1OaGY3D Jake Undone (Jake #1): Amazon: http://amzn.to/1dJrHBC Nook: http://bit.ly/1obAwJ6 iBooks: http://apple.co/1fJayQ8 kobo: http://bit.ly/1SPKl0M Jake Understood (Jake #2): Amazon: http://amzn.to/1GFdves Nook: http://bit.ly/1FwJC0z iBooks: http://apple.co/1DQQwgC kobo: http://bit.ly/1LQ7Fvk My Skylar Amazon: http://amzn.to/1obOG2F iBooks: http://bit.ly/SLNOTR Nook: http://bit.ly/SLO1qi kobo: http://bit.ly/1kNrtAB Gemini: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1vgk1SE Nook: http://bit.ly/1KfmLHD iBooks: http://apple.co/1QTaONj kobo: http://bit.ly/1BGJ2wu
Smitty’s Sheriff, a sexy, heart-warming MM romance by Cardeno C. is available now!
Todd is too flakey. Richard is too stubborn. Together, they're perfect. A May-December couple get a second chance at love.
Retired soldier Richard Davis wants a stable life in a quiet town with a forever man. Becoming the sheriff of Hope, Arizona, accomplishes two of his three goals, but instead of finding a serious partner, he falls for too-young-to-be-committed and too-flakey-to-be-serious Todd Smitty. Richard won’t find the right man if he’s obsessed with the wrong one, so he walks away from Todd.
It’s lust at first sight when Todd meets his sister’s army friend. He sets his sights on the worldly, strong, stable older man, and the more time he spends with Richard, the harder he falls. But after three years together, Richard cuts off all contact with no explanation.
When a mutual obligation requires Todd to move into Richard’s house, he’s thrilled at the opportunity to earn a second chance. Ignoring Todd from across town was hard enough. Can Richard resist temptation under his own roof?
Excerpt:“Todd.” Leanne snapped her gaze toward him. “You’re not too young to know the nickname people used to call guys named Richard, are you? “Uh.” Todd blinked and darted his gaze between Rich and Leanne. They were finally paying attention to him and all he wanted was to go back to being invisible. “Dick,” she said. “Big D got his nickname before we met, but some of us in my squad figured it wasn’t just about his last name being Davis. So we had a bet going.” She flicked her gaze to Rich again, as if expecting him to interrupt. He didn’t. “Problem is, we couldn’t agree on which side won because we couldn’t get solid evidence.” She focused on Todd. “But now I have an eyewitness.” “I, uh, I don’t—” Todd stammered, hating being in the middle of what felt like an argument. “Don’t let Sparky get to you,” Rich said, still completely unbothered. “Some of the guys saw Big D in the latrines, and they said he’s big all over, but when they tried to collect on the bet, the other side made a good point.” She narrowed her eyes menacingly at Rich. “If the man’s a show-er, that means he isn’t grow-er, so he doesn’t actually have a big D, now does he? That means the other side should win.” Todd drew his eyebrows together and tried to follow Leanne’s question. “Are you saying you guys have a bet going on the size of Rich’s dick?” “Yep.” Leanne leaned against the chairback, looking smug. “And you, little brother, are going to settle that bet.” Normally, Todd had no problem talking about a guy’s package. Hell, in the right situation, dicks were damn near his favorite topic. But he had never spoken to anyone about Rich’s body or, really, anything else related to Rich because he knew that was off limits. Of course, Leanne was asking him the question because she already knew he had the answer. Flicking his gaze toward Rich, Todd said, “Am I allowed to…” “It’s a simple question,” Leanne snapped. “Is he a grow-er or a show-er?” Rich didn’t tell him to stay quiet so Todd figured he had permission to answer. “Both.” She blinked. “Seriously.” He bobbed his head. “Length, girth.” He held his hands far apart. “It’s awesome.” As long as he had permission to share, he figured he should be thorough in his explanation. “His balls too.” Leanne coughed. “I mean it. They’re huge. Each one’s a mouthful by itself.” “Ehm.” Leanne cleared her throat. “Thanks.” Looking decidedly uncomfortable, she held her palm up in a stop motion. “I’m good on the details. You don’t need to keep going.” “Are you sure?” After a lifetime of being the butt of the joke with his siblings, Todd enjoyed turning the table. “I can sketch you a picture, but I’ll need one of those extra-long pieces of paper if you want it to scale.” “That won’t be necessary.” Leanne actually blushed. “I’m all set.” Rich threw his head back and laughed. “Thanks, Todd. Eighteen years these jackasses have had the silly bet going and I do believe you just put it to rest.” Thrilled with the praise and relieved to be playing and flirting with Rich again, Todd smiled broadly. “No problem. When it comes to your big D, I’m always willing to lend a hand.” He settled into the chair, comfortable for the first time that night, and when the conversation turned back to stories about people he didn’t know, he truly didn’t mind. Eighteen years was a long time. If Rich had cared about putting an end to the bet, he’d probably had a dozen different chances. That he did it now, meant his goal had been less about the bet and more about a point. Todd knew something about Rich that nobody else did, or at least nobody who mattered enough to meet his friends. That meant Todd mattered. Leanne knew that now. And so did he.
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About Cardeno C.Cardeno C.—CC to friends—is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few awwws into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset.
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About WICKED INTENTIONS
In the Caribbean for his best friend’s wedding, ex special-ops officer and security expert Ryan McLean meets a beautiful woman in the hotel bar. Their connection is immediate and intense, and they spend a passionate night together with pleasure as their only goal.
But when Ryan wakes the following morning to discover the beautiful woman has vanished, along with millions worth of jewels from the safe of the Saudi prince staying in the suite next door, he realizes their meeting wasn’t accidental and becomes determined to find her.
A notorious thief known to authorities only as the Dragonfly, Mariana Lora has one final job to complete before she’s free from the oath that bound her to a life of crime, but the sexy-as-hell Marine she spent one explosive tropical night with is hot on her heels at every turn. She has to outwit him to stay out of jail, but fighting their magnetic attraction soon becomes a game neither one of them can resist.
When Mariana’s last job goes dangerously wrong and she needs Ryan’s help to survive, he has to decide if their game of cat and mouse is only a game, or if he can trust this beautiful thief with something no woman has ever stolen: his heart.
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About WICKED BEAUTIFULLife coach and best-selling author Victoria Price has it all: a successful career, fabulous friends, a fantastic penthouse in Manhattan. What she doesn’t have—and doesn’t want—is a husband. Fifteen years ago her high school flame broke her heart so badly she swore she’d never love again. Now she makes millions teaching other women how to be just like her: a ruthless bitch. Drop-dead sexy restauranteur and infamous playboy Parker Maxwell has only three rules for the women he dates: no questions about his past, no expectations for the future, and no spending the night. When he meets Victoria, however, he’s willing to break his own rules if it means sating the explosive desire she arouses in him. What he doesn’t know is that the alluring Victoria Price used to be the mousy Isabel Diaz, the girl he deflowered and dumped long ago. Presented with a perfect opportunity for revenge, Victoria decides the game is on. But when her connection with Parker proves more than just skin deep, she has to make a choice: continue with her plan for payback, or risk her career, her reputation, and her heart by taking a second chance on love?
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A former headhunter, J.T. Geissinger is the author of more than a dozen novels in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense.
She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America®. Her work has also finaled in the Booksellers’ Best, National Readers’ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.
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The Protectors #9
By Sloane Kennedy
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All I ever wanted was to serve and protect my country. It ended up costing me everything…
At 49, Vincent St. James has learned to live with the choices he’s made, even if he isn’t always proud of them. After the military he was practically born into decided his sexuality was more important than his impeccable service record, Vincent lost everything, including the man he’d planned to spend the rest of his life with.
And a man with nothing to live for has nothing to lose.
With a bone deep hatred of all things government, Vincent found another way to serve his country, but it too came at a steep cost that he never could have foreseen. Dealing in secrets and death means there’s always someone waiting around the next corner trying to either take his place or bury their secrets along with his body. Even if he wanted out, it’s far too late for that.
When he’s given the chance to help out a friend who once had his back when others didn’t, he jumps at the chance to repay the favor. Even if it means protecting the kind of man he despises most…a power-hungry politician looking to push his own agenda on an unsuspecting public.
I made a terrible choice three years ago and it cost me the only person who ever really mattered to me. But maybe there’s another way I can make things right…
30-year-old Nathan Wilder can’t take back the moment he betrayed his twin brother, but he can try to make sure that the legacy of hate that drove him to turn on Brody never has a chance to rear its ugly head again. And if that means going against his powerful father’s right-wing political constituency in a down and dirty race for a seat in the U.S. Senate, then so be it. But when the threats that had been limited to harmless emails start taking an uglier turn, culminating in a violent attack that leaves no doubt as to the assailant’s intent, Nathan is thrown into the direct path of a mysterious and dangerous man who may end up forcing Nathan to confront truths he just isn’t ready to face yet.
Protecting him was supposed to be a favor for a friend and nothing more. Once he’s safe, I’ll let him go. I have to…
Protecting Nathan was supposed to be a walk in the park for a guy like Vincent. But nothing about the younger man is what he’d been expecting, especially the long-dead feelings Nathan stirs in him.
The feelings that aren’t just about protection.
Which is a problem, because while the threat against Nathan is temporary, the danger that’s become a way of life for Vincent is just waiting for the next thing it can take from him. Caring about someone means painting a target on their back and Vincent is done losing people he loves.
But letting Nathan go may not be as easy at seems…especially when Nathan decides to finally stand up and fight for what…and who he truly wants.
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As I was tucking my phone into my pocket, I saw Nathan grab his off the floor.
When he went to put it in his shirt pocket, I shook my head and said, “No, that stays here.”
“I need my phone,” Nathan said.
“You need it more than you need to breathe?” I asked impatiently. “Because it’s traceable.” I reached for it to take it away from him, but he stepped back. I got into his space and ripped the phone from his hand. “Is your career really more important than your life?” I ground out. “Because it sure as shit isn’t more important than mine.” I dropped the phone to the floor and made a move to crush it under my heel, but Nathan suddenly lunged forward.
“Don’t!” he yelled. My instincts took over and I grabbed him by the arms and swept his legs from underneath him, taking us both to the floor. He let out a whoosh of air as my body crashed down on his. Too late, I remembered the way he’d been holding his side after the earlier attack.
But I didn’t apologize.
“You lay your hands on me one more time-”
“My brother’s messages!” Nathan shouted, his voice thick with emotion.
“What?” I asked, startled.
Nathan drew in several breaths. “I want the phone because it has my brother’s voicemail messages on it,” he whispered. His whiskey-colored eyes met mine. “Please,” he murmured.
I suddenly became very aware of his hard body sprawled beneath mine. During the scuffle, one of my legs had gotten wedged between his, putting our cocks precariously close to one another. I had his hands pinned to the floor and I could feel his body trembling beneath mine.
I knew it was likely just the lingering shock, but I couldn’t deny what having him completely at my mercy was doing to me. Especially since he wasn’t fighting me. I hadn’t given much thought to whether or not Nathan was gay like his brother, but I sure as shit was thinking about it now.
“Please,” Nathan repeated, and a perverse part of me wondered what he was actually asking me for. I knew I needed to get off him, but I found myself reluctant to move. Nathan’s fingers flexed, drawing my gaze to them. It would be so easy to move my hands up to link my fingers with his. I shifted slightly to take the pressure off the knee that I had wedged between his legs, but the move caused my dick to brush his. I jerked my eyes to Nathan’s when I heard him let out the tiniest of whimpers.
“Let me up,” he suddenly said, and then he was pushing at me. I could have easily kept him there on the floor like that and taken what I wanted…a taste of him. But I shifted off him instead and then snatched his phone off the floor. Nathan struggled to his feet, but didn’t try to grab the phone again.
My brain told my fingers to drop the damn thing so I could crush it, because anything less wasn’t safe. But my body disobeyed the order and instead, I turned the phone off and handed it to Nathan. “Leave it off.”
I turned to head towards the hallway leading to the front door, but stopped when Nathan said, “Wait.”
I forced myself to turn around. “What?”
“I don’t even know your name.”
There were a million things I could have said to him, none of which included actually giving him my name. Just like with the phone, it wasn’t safe for him to know who I was.
“Vincent,” I said.
“Vincent,” Nathan murmured, more to himself than anything else. “Thank you, Vincent.”
I didn’t want his thanks. I didn’t want anything from him except to eliminate the threat against him and then get the hell away from him.
“Let’s go,” was all I said, though, and then I turned away, not really caring if he followed.
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