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Head to Head (Nerds Vs Jocks, Book 3) by Eli Easton & Tara Lain: Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, and Giveaway

May 31, 2021 by Denise

If these two don’t kill each other, they might fall in love.

Rand hates Jax because he’s the laid-back, vegan-eating, tree-hugging, total-Zen-until-I-get-a-chance-to-screw-you president of Sigma Mu Tau, the nerdy fraternity that’s the sworn enemy of Rand’s house, Alpha Lambda Alpha. What a phony!

Jax hates Rand for being the privileged, rich-heir-to-an-oil-empire, environment-destroying, soul-sucking president of the ALA jocks—but mostly because Rand hated him first. Rand has sent nothing but hateful vibes his way since the day they met. What a douche!

The enemies have never had a single conversation that didn’t involve shouting—until Jax’s old Buick breaks down on a road trip and Rand plays reluctant rescuer. Jax is forced to sit on Rand’s dead cow seats. Rand learns chickens can enter the living room and that Jax’s beliefs are more than skin-deep. The bitter rivals embark on a quest to save a family member and discover that sometimes animosity is a mask for crazy-hot attraction. With this much face time, head-to-head might become heart-to-heart.

HEAD TO HEAD is an enemies to lovers, forced proximity, opposites attract, searching for his sister, clashing cultures, MM romance—with a whole lot of fracking.

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I’d been so angry after the meetup with the Johnsons that I’d just walked away from my father and fucking Fremont before I said something I couldn’t take back, and I wasn’t ready to hang out with them on a long flight either.

I grabbed for my phone and dialed.

Two rings and my father’s anxious and pissed-off voice said, “Where the hell are you?”

“Go back without me. I’ll come later on commercial.”

“What the fuck, Rand? Don’t be childish. I have a perfectly good jet waiting at the airport.”

“I said I’ll take commercial.”

“Why?”

“You know why, and so does Fremont. Thanks for a happy graduation day, by the way.”

“Dammit, Rand, be fair. Neither Fremont nor I had any way of knowing we were walking up to some alternate boyfriend you never told us about. Yes, Fre told me that you two weren’t engaged, but come on. Couples fight. They break up and get back together. It never occurred to me you wouldn’t even want Fre at your graduation, for craps sake. So I made a gaff? I’ve got a big mouth. Sue me.”

Shit, my head was spinning. Had I overreacted? Everything he said made sense as usual, but my heart hurt and my stomach wanted to lose its contents. “Look, Dad, I just need to think. I’ll be home later tonight or tomorrow, whenever I can get a flight.” I hung up and wiped angrily at my eyes.

“Hi. Are you an SMT?”

I blinked and stared at a kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen, standing at the base of the porch. “No.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Darn. I just love the SMTs. My dad says they’re the very best fraternity with all the smart guys. I really hope they ask me to pledge.”

“You’re a freshman?”

“In the fall. So why aren’t you an SMT? You look like a smart guy.” He grinned and pushed up his glasses. He was SMT material all right. He reminded me of Sean.

“I’m an ALA.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened as he looked across the street. “Aren’t the SMTs and the ALAs enemies?”

I gave him a tight smile. “We used to be. But things kind of changed this year.”

“Darn. I thought all the jokes and pranks sounded like fun.”

“The Dean got tired of them.”

“Oh.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “So is there anybody inside?”

I shrugged. “There might be, but I didn’t see anyone.”

“I’ll go see.” He walked up the first two steps, then stopped. “So if ALA and SMT are friends now, maybe I’ll see you.”

I shook my head. “I just graduated. I’m headed home.” The words felt like rocks scratching over my throat.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.” He took another step. “I thought you looked like an adult.” He walked inside as my stomach did a flip. Jesus. Didn’t I wish.

About Eli:

Coming from a background in computer game design, Eli has written over 35 books in m/m romance since 2013. The Mating of Michael (2014) and A Second Harvest (2016) both won The William Neale Award for Best Gay Contemporary Romance, and Eli’s books have won many awards from the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s Reader’s Choice Awards. She is best known for her Christmas romances, the Howl at the Moon series of rom coms featuring dog shifters, and her Sex in Seattle series, which revolves around a sex clinic in Seattle.

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Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Tara loves animals of all kinds (even snakes), diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers.

She has around 57 books published or scheduled for publication.

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Proficiency Bonus (Roll for Love Book 3) by Charlie Novak: Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, Release Day Review and Giveaway

May 19, 2021 by Denise

Organising yourself is harder than it looks—Lewis may be a highly proficient PA for two very successful cosplayers, but that means nothing when you’re living at your parent’s house after yet another failed relationship and trying to find some stable ground.

Jason Lu, star of Celestials, is stuck between a rock and a hard place. When the show is cancelled and his character pigeonholed into a homophobic ending, Jason must choose whether to fall in line or break ranks. But one misstep will mean bumping heads with some powerful people.

Teaming up with the very cute guy he met at Comic Con seems like a natural first step and now Lewis and Jason must choose between heartbreak and justice. As they forge ahead, they realise there are no bonuses for navigating life’s challenges, instead they’ll just have to fight for what they believe in.

But sometimes overcoming the biggest hurdles yields the best results.

Proficiency Bonus is a 79,000-word contemporary MM romance featuring plushies, Pokémon, and a fight for the perfect ending. It is book three in the Roll for Love series and can be read as a standalone.

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At first, I hadn’t been sure whether Jason had meant to send me such blatantly sexy selfies, but over the past couple of weeks, I’d noticed a distinct uptick in the number of shirtless ones where his skin was glistening, and they were taken at just the right angle to show off all Jason’s best features. If they hadn’t been deliberate before, they were now.

“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself,” Jason said, and I felt my interest pique. I’d tried to be restrained, and so far I’d managed not to send any of the slightly slutty selfies I’d taken. I’d wanted to. I just hadn’t been sure whether they’d be welcome or whether that would be a step too far.

“Oh? Have you been looking at pictures of me, Mr. Lu?” I asked, unable to stop myself from grinning. I flicked over to my Instagram, wondering which ones he’d been looking at. My eyes settled over the picture of me at Pride.

“Er…” Jason stammered. “Maybe?”

“Can I ask which ones?”

“Just, you know, some of the ones on Instagram.”

“It was the Pride one, wasn’t it?” Some hot feeling swirled in my gut and my hips absent-mindedly rubbed across the bed. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning.

What would Jason do if I moaned? Would he freak out and hang up, or would he indulge me in a little fun? Quiet fun since it was the weekend, and my mothers were downstairs. And there was no way in hell I was having phone sex where there was any chance of them hearing me.

God, I needed my own place.

“If I said yes,” Jason said quietly, “would you mind?”

“Definitely not. In fact, I have more photos I could send you… if you’re interested?”

“That, er, that would be nice.”

There was an audible amount of tension between us but neither of us seemed ready to break it. If we did, we both knew there’d be no coming back, and it felt like we weren’t quite ready for that.

“You looking forward to your Christmas break?” I asked, changing the subject and rowing us back to safer waters.

First off, I ADORE this cover. He is Jason!

If you read the first two of this triology, you know Lewis. PA to Edward who deserves a raise. This time, he gets his happily ever after.

Lewis and Jason meet in the green room at London Comic Con. Lewis thinks he looks familiar, but can’t place him and shrugs it off as being mistaken. Except Jason is one of the leads in a VERY popular show called Celestials.

Since we are in the social media age, they reconnect through instagram and develop a friendship over their shared love of Pokemon and other nerdy things. (No offense as I am a self professed nerd) So when Jason decides to go home to London during the Christmas break, he and Lewis decide to meet up.

Whirlwind romance! But not really because they really got to know each other over several months of texting and facetiming. Their chemistry in person was off the charts, even though the flirting they did online was so tame it almost wasn’t there.

Through all of this, Jason learns news about his show that he knows will upset the fans. And I don’t want to spoil anything, but it was pretty awesome to read a plot point that gets discussed fairly often in the LGBT world- burying the gays. You finally get a gay character who isn’t a stereo type, who is happy and stable, but they are always the first to get killed off.

Getting to know Lewis more was great. His whole giant blended crazy family are introduced as well. They made my head spin, but they were super fun and obviously loved each other quite a bit.

Another great thing was Lewis having ADHD. Because the author took the time to explain how ADHD affects Lewis AND how he can be so scatterbrained in his personal life, but meticulous in his work life. He is a fixer and wants to help Jason with his work issue- but he also never gets pushy or bossy. Just offers.

I really loved these two together. And I loved that there is an Asian main character. We need more of that!

There is also PLENTY of Edward and Izzy, as well as other characters from the previous books.

Super fun read that can be a stand alone, but all three books are great reads.

4 pieces of eye candy

Charlie lives in England with her husband and a dachshund named Biscuit. She spends most of her days wrangling other people’s words in her day job and then trying to force her own onto the page in the evening.

She loves cute stories with a healthy dollop of fluff, plenty of delicious sex, and happily ever afters — because the world needs more of them. Charlie also believes that loves comes in all shapes and sizes.

Charlie has very little spare time, but what she does have she fills with cooking, pole-dancing, reading and ice-hockey. She also thinks that everyone should have at least one favourite dinosaur…

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Not So Sincerely, Yours (For Him, Book 2) by A.M. Johnson: Exclusive Excerpt and New Release Review

May 11, 2021 by Denise

Ethan,
About last night… I could blame the bourbon. I could say I let things get out of hand, that I should have never called you, but I’m done lying to myself—to you. I know what you’re going to say. You’re not very good at keeping your opinions to yourself, but this can’t happen. It’s inappropriate, at best. I’m your boss. Not to mention, you’re clearly still hung up on him. I’m not a consolation prize.

Anders~

Anders,
You didn’t think it was inappropriate when you had your tongue down my throat, but I digress. As for your accusation, I’m not the only one stuck in the past, but at least I’m not running from it. I can’t believe I’m about to say this… Maybe you’re right. You shouldn’t have called me. Especially if you never intended to own it. Own that you wanted it to happen. Admit that you wanted me.

Not so sincerely,
Yours

Not So Sincerely, Yours (For Him, Book 2)
By A.M. Johnson

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(this one is a bit steamy)

I punched and folded the pillow a few times trying to get comfortable, my head filled with too much stimulus. Sirens echoed somewhere in the city as I closed my eyes. Like every night, my brain switched to autopilot, and I couldn’t settle down. I sat up a little, resting my back against the pillows and raked my fingers through my hair. The lights of Times Square flashed inside my head, the kid laughing in the park on a loop inside my ears. And Ethan. And his mouth. And his scent of wood and soap and rain. I blew out a long breath, wishing I hadn’t packed away my book.

“Goddammit.”

Giving in, I grabbed my phone and opened up the app I’d been avoiding ever since Ethan had mentioned it. Attraction was an idea. An idea that plagued you until you either acted on it or moved on. Maybe seeing him like this, outside of the confines of the office would quell the growing curiosity.

I’d never been so wrong about anything in my entire life.

A simple shot of Ethan’s abs filled my screen. His fingers were fisted in what looked like a blanket as he pushed it dangerously low, exposing the smooth, pale skin below his tan line. I stared at the trimmed brown hair that dusted the top of his pelvis, and the ache in my dick became too prominent to ignore. I reached under the sheets and palmed the growing erection inside my boxer briefs. This was not the reaction I wanted. Instead of switching out of the app like I should have, I scrolled through his pictures. Bad idea number—I’d lost count. Some of the images were older, and I had to admit, the leaner version of Ethan was just as sexy. He had broad shoulders and a swimmer’s body all packaged with a bright smile and the most unique eyes I’d ever seen.

Not happening.

I closed out of the app and tossed my phone, gently this time, onto the side table. Lying back down, I flipped to my right side and then my left about four times. Growling into the void, I fell onto my back and shoved down the sheets. I slipped a hand under the waistband of my underwear and smeared the dot of pre-come leaking from my slit down my shaft with my thumb. A ragged breath escaped my lungs, the first real breath I’d taken all day. I stroked myself hard and steady, thinking about his soft pale skin, that patch of hair, and how it would feel against the tip of my nose, my hip, rubbing against my dick. I forced out all the warnings and the rules and let myself go. This didn’t have to mean anything. It was a physical response to a hot picture, and I hadn’t gotten laid in over a month. It was about flesh and muscle. I thought about the sharp line of his jaw and how it would taste. I didn’t think about his eyes or his smile or his smart mouth, and how I wanted to fill it with my cock or my fingers. My hips jerked as I groaned through clenched teeth, and my orgasm splashed against my stomach. Breathless, I slammed my eyes shut as goose bumps broke out across my skin. The longer I lay there, the harder it was to rationalize away what I’d done.

I’d gotten off thinking about an employee.

About Ethan.

His eyes, his smile, his smart mouth.

Everything I shouldn’t want.

Everything I couldn’t have.

I didn’t read book 1, Love Always, Wild. But I loved reading the blurb on this one, enemies to lovers being one of my favorite tropes. So, I jumped in here…and now really want to go back. 🙂

I loved this book. It was fun, sexy, smart, and just all around worth sitting down and reading in one sitting.

Their previous interactions were not good, so Anders hiring Ethan as his temporary assistant was not on either of their lists of things to do. However, it turned out to be what they both needed. Anders needed an assistant for a maternity leave, and Ethan needed some time until he moved onto his next phase. Perfect. And the fights were small. hahaha

It was definitely a slow burn, as they began to slowly get to know each other, get over their previous relationships, then like each other, and then onto the hotness of “can’t get enough of him”.

I really enjoyed this one, and now want to go back and read book 1, and will definitely be keeping an eye out for future A.M. Johnson books.

4.5 pieces of eye candy

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Bad Daddy (Unexpected Daddies Book 3) by Victoria Sue: Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

May 3, 2021 by Denise

Bad so bad.

Caleb DeLuca knew that tattooed, scarred ex-cons didn’t usually get trusted with anything precious. He’d spent the second half of his forty-three years atoning for the lives he had destroyed in the first half and was shocked to get invited to the club his brother-in-law owned, especially when he found out what type of club it was.

Max was too young, too beautiful, and too fragile for Caleb to get any ideas they could ever be more than friends. Besides which, Max was searching for a man that could inflict the pain he craved, and Caleb was done hurting people.

Even if that was what they wanted.

Bad Daddy is the story of a man who doesn’t believe he deserves anything good and the boy who finds out that sometimes the best things might come in the most unexpected packages.

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Book 1: One Cup Of Daddy and a Dash of Love

Book 2: A Daddy for Christmas

“Max?” Caleb called out loud enough to rouse him but not to frighten him. Max grunted but didn’t open his eyes. “Max, you’re going to have to take the cock cage off. It needs to come off.”

Max mumbled and tried to turn on his side again. Caleb sighed, then as quickly as he could, eased the strap that the key was hung from over his head. Max never stirred, and he eased the shorts down and unlocked and removed the cock cage, trying really, really hard not to look. He would not lech over a barely conscious man. Even if he would really like a second look when Max was conscious.

Although when Max knew where he was and who he was with, he would probably go back to being disdainfully polite. He’d seen the dismissal in Max’s eyes when he’d walked in and had taken the hint that Max had dropped like an anchor. Not that he blamed him. At forty-three, Caleb had to be at least double his age. Caleb huffed as he eased a pair of his sleep pants on Max. They were ridiculously large, but he hoped Max would appreciate waking dressed. He followed that with a too-tight T-shirt—or too tight on him anyway—and managed to rouse Caleb sufficiently to get him to swallow a couple of sips of water before rolling him over and putting a bowl on the floor in case it was needed.

Now what?

He could go downstairs and sleep on the couch. That was easy, and he’d slept in far worse places, but what if Max got sick again? He was still pretty much out of it, and Caleb wondered why. He’d been better at the club, but this seemed like more than exhaustion, and he knew he’d had a glass of wine, but he knew two was everyone’s limit. Not that that had stopped him from drinking anything beforehand.

Or taking anything.

Should he get him to a doctor? Although Adrian hadn’t suggested it. It was a good job he was off tomorrow. He’d just finished the Morgan order and was ridiculously proud of it, and he had at least twenty-four hours before he needed to start his next one. His new part-timer, Rachel, could handle orders.

Caleb chewed his lip and gazed at Max. Then, getting a cloth from the bathroom and a little moisturizer he occasionally tried to use on his back, he very carefully wiped the black smears away from under Max’s closed eyes. If he slept with all that on, they could be sore in the morning. Max never moved. He was completely out of it. Caleb pushed a pillow against his back so he couldn’t roll on it, then tucked him up. Caleb’s lips curved into a smile. He was really cute.

He got the spare blankets from the cupboard and a pillow and made himself a bed on the floor. Close enough to be near in case Max needed him, but far enough away to resist temptation.

A little while later, Caleb wasn’t sure what had woken him at first until he heard the toilet flush, and everything came back to him in a rush. He immediately sat up as the bathroom door opened and Max crept out.

“You feeling any better?”

Caleb kept his voice low and steady, but Max still jumped a little, then groaned. “My head’s going to explode.”

Caleb stood, glad he had sleep pants on, and walked over to where Max sat on the edge of the bed, shivering. “Did you have anything earlier that would interfere with taking some Tylenol now?”

Max hesitated for a fraction of a second, and Caleb knew he was going to lie before he did so.

“No.”

Caleb’s heart sank. He guessed this was what had been wrong earlier, and he sat on the bed next to him. Much as Caleb wanted to wring Max’s pretty little neck, Max was an adult, even if he wasn’t acting like one. “How about we try that answer again?”

Max’s head shot up, and his eyes widened as if he hadn’t been expecting to be called out.

Caleb could see his pupils were normal even in the dim light. He was conscious and alert, just miserable. “I’m not going to give you anything.” Max shivered again and seemed to fold in on himself. Caleb’s heart went out to him. “Come on, let’s get you back in bed.” Max obeyed instantly, shuffling down and closing his eyes.

“I assume this is your place?”

“Yep,” Caleb acknowledged. “You felt sick in the car, and according to my GPS, your address was over twenty minutes away.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Max murmured, opening his eyes again and biting his lip. Caleb didn’t correct the “sir” again. Whatever made Max feel comfortable was fine by him.

“No worries. Try and get some more sleep. Is there anywhere you have to be in the morning?” He checked to make sure Max had some water.

Max’s response was really quiet, but Caleb heard him loud and clear. “There’s never anywhere I have to be.”

Caleb didn’t reply. What could he say? He closed his eyes again, determined to get some more sleep, but when Max had turned over for what seemed the hundredth time in half an hour, he sat up again. “Is it your head?”

Max waited for a moment before answering. “I-I guess.”

Caleb thought about that. He didn’t seem at all sure. He also didn’t sound in as much pain as before, just frankly miserable. His eyes narrowed on the mound in bed. Maybe he was cold? He seemed to be trembling. Caleb got up and padded over to the bed, perching on the edge and touching Max’s forehead, which was about the only part of his body visible. He trembled again.

“Are you cold?” For an awful moment, he was worried it was fear that was making Max shake. He didn’t exactly inspire confidence in a lot of people. Which was ironic as for years he’d tried to make himself as frightening as possible.

“I think it’s a reaction from earlier,” Max whispered pitifully. “I’m sorry I disturbed you. I’m afraid I don’t sleep very well.”

Caleb chewed his lip indecisively, which was totally not his thing. Mel would have asked Max if he needed a hug, but Max didn’t know him, and he knew he scared a lot of people. Max shivered again. Sighing inwardly, and hoping he wasn’t making things worse, he lifted the top blanket and comforter and got in, making sure a sheet still separated them. He tugged at Max’s arm wordlessly, but Max didn’t seem to need things spelled out because the speed at which he rolled over and practically buried himself against Caleb’s side shocked the fuck out of him.

Caleb tucked all the blankets firmly around Max and shushed him soothingly. In another moment, Max had stopped shivering. Maybe five after that, his body relaxed. Caleb doubted it took another five minutes before he was asleep.

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Show Me (Extracurricular Activities Book 3) by Neve Wilder: Exclusive Excerpt and New Release Review

April 20, 2021 by Denise

Two roommates. One camera. A whole lot of action.

I get crushes the way some people get seasonal allergies.
And sharing a house with four hot roommates is like being stuck in permanent spring.
Too bad I keep getting friend-zoned.

But it’s senior year now, and I’m done pining for the impossible.
Time to live it up and go out with a bang.
Or a lot of bangs.

And I’m definitely, definitely not getting attached to anyone.
Especially not my straight, gym-loving, football-player roommate Sam whose impressively large… smile I caught a glimpse of once.
Or several times.

That’s why, when Sam asks me for help with a very special, very NSFW project so he can make a little cash, of course I agree. In the name of friendship.

And if it turns out that Sam’s more than just muscles—that he’s sweet, and smart, and a little bit filthy, and a whole lot less straight than I thought—well, that’s neither here nor there, because this time I’m gonna be smart. This time, I’m friend-zoning myself.

We’ve got a list of deliciously hot scenarios, a camera, and Sam’s huge… smile. What could possibly go wrong?

From the author of Want Me comes the third new adult college romance in the Extracurricular Activities series. Expect low angst, high heat, plenty of laughs, a flustered redhead, a gentle giant of a football player, and enough BDE to power a mid-size city.

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Attending the palm prom. Beating the meat. Playing one-handed baseball. Tug-of-war with the Cyclops. Firing off knuckle children.

Whatever you wanted to call it, I had approximately twelve minutes to do it.

I speed-walked down one of the sidewalks that wound through campus, darting around disoriented freshmen and slow-moving upperclassmen in no hurry to get anywhere fast on the first day of fall semester.

I hit the Record button on my phone as I walked, keeping the camera angled down so I didn’t inadvertently capture any faces. It would be obvious by the shuffle of shoes on the sidewalk that I was out in public, though. Those were, hands down, my most popular videos and earned me the most in tips on my OnlyFans page.

Veering off the path, I headed toward an outbuilding I’d been scouting for the past two weeks as the summer semester had wound down. I always scouted before shooting, because while I was all over the extra cash, I definitely didn’t want indecent exposure on my record. All the sprints Coach had us do in practice had come in handy more than once.

The dew-damp grass tickled my ankles as I strode around the side of the little shack. I’d figured out during my covert ops that it housed a couple of riding mowers that campus maintenance usually broke out on Wednesdays. Since it was Thursday, I should be home free.

With one last glance at the sidewalk a few yards behind me, I slipped around to the backside where thick bushes stretched out to either side of the building, probably to make it look prettier.

It was perfect, though. Just enough privacy for me to do my thing while passing traffic remained visible through the tree limbs, giving my viewers the thrill factor they seemed to love. And, okay, maybe I got off on it, too. That had been one of those unexpected self-discoveries that I had absolutely no one to share with.

The rush was similar to what I felt on the football field, but with the added bonus of an orgasm.

Dropping my backpack next to the wall, I pulled my baseball cap down low and leaned my shoulder against the metal siding of the building. Then I shoved the waistband on my gym shorts down.

The first video I’d ever done had been on a whim while sitting at my desk in the dorms, and even though I’d been hard as a rock before starting, the second I’d clicked on the camera, my dick had deflated like a windsock.

Now it was an old pro, and my dick had started rising to the occasion the second I’d strayed into the grass. Hell, the buzz of voicexs and occasional shouts, yells, and bursts of laughter behind me got me harder. I wouldn’t have ever described myself as an exhibitionist or risk taker before, but it was funny what you could get used to—even into—after a while.

After pressing the button to start recording, I aimed the camera over my shoulder to give my subscribers a quick, blurry view of passersby through the trees, then aimed the phone down at my crotch as I stroked myself to full hardness.

Was it glamorous? Not particularly, but I couldn’t deny that I got a taboo thrill out of quietly getting off when there were masses of people nearby going about their business unaware.

Apparently my subscribers did, too. I’d puttered along doing solo videos in my bedroom or bathroom for a month before the whim had hit to mix it up and I ended up in a stairwell in the engineering building. The fifteen-second snippet I’d posted on Pornhub of me leaning against the stairwell railing, about to come while the door on the floor below swung open and a few students thundered downstairs, had gotten me more subscribers in twenty-four hours than I’d gotten all month with my desk chair jerks.

Closing my eyes briefly, I tried to focus, listening to the sounds behind me as I worked my dick. Sometimes I didn’t think about anything. Sometimes I mentally replayed a few trusty porn clips. Today, I queued up an old favorite of two footballers with a cheerleader. Trite, but whatever. It did the trick.

Precum leaked down my shaft, and I fought to keep my camera hand steady as I twisted over my head, spreading all the good stuff around and groaning helplessly as pleasure prickled through me when I rubbed my thumb back and forth over my slit.

Shooting a quick glance over my shoulder just to check all was good, I squinted at a slim-figured strawberry blond walking across the quad and slowed my pace.

Was that Jesse? Yeah, definitely Jesse walking with some other guy I didn’t know. The curly ends of his hair and profile were unmistakable.

I grinned, thinking about how surprised Jesse had been at Mark’s dad’s party when I’d handed him the napkin with John’s number on it. He could kiss my ass. I was a great wingman. Though I couldn’t really see him with John. Jesse was better-looking than John, and in my opinion, Jesse should be with someone who appreciated him more. I’d noticed John’s eyes straying toward other guys at least five times when he and Jesse had been talking.

Jesse threw his head back, laughing at something his friend said, and I jerked my attention back to my cock as fire spiked through my shaft and raced up my spine.

“Fuck,” I moaned out softly as I unloaded all over my fist. Damn, that one had snuck up on me unexpectedly.

I slicked my release all over my shaft and pumped into my fist, riding out the little lightning-bolt tremors that racked my shoulders, while hoping I hadn’t messed up the money shot when I’d gotten distracted.

I glanced over my shoulder again, but Jesse had moved out of sight.

For funsies a while ago I read the first book in the series. I think I started book 2, but I had to stop because I had ARC deadlines. I might go back and read it though.

Let me tell you- this book was fun. Just kind of silly, it doesn’t take itself seriously, their “acting” had my laughing out loud and at the same time it was kind of sweet and definitely hot.

The book even started with a flashback to freshman year that involved a cheating boyfriend and a dildo in the kitchen.

Jesse wants to be in love. But he is kind of over it right now. College has been fun, but since he was cheated on freshman year he’s a bit leary.

Sam the football player has been filming masturbation videos for a porn site to make some extra cash. He never shows his face or any identifying surroundings. Until he does and Jesse figures it out.

Sam is so nonchalant about so many things. Like, ya, masturbating for money, no big whoop. Jesse finds out, ok, no big deal. Jesse offers some tips, Sam can’t do it alone…and that is how Jesse becomes the Francis Ford Coppola of masturbation videos. It’s funny how he is all in. Directing, getting cool angles, etc.

One thing leads to another and seriously, what hot blooded gay man can watch another man wank without getting turned on?

The whole book was just fun and hot. No angst. Just a total college hottie beach read.

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Neve Wilder lives in the southern United States, where the summers are hot and the winters are…sometimes cold.

She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. And every flavor in between.

She believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.

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The Quiet House (Black and Blue Series Book 2) by Lily Morton: Blog Tour, Exclusive Excerpt, New Release Review and Giveaway

April 20, 2021 by Denise

Levi Black has mostly recovered from the events of a year ago. The only lingering effects are that he’s much more well known in York than he’d like to be, and he’s a lot more cautious about walking around his house naked. However, those events brought him the capricious and fascinating Blue, so he’s not complaining. On the contrary, he’s happy, in love, and looking forward to Blue finally moving in with him. And if sometimes he wonders what Blue sees in a boring cartoonist, he keeps that to himself.

Blue Billings is finally ready to throw off the memories of his past and move in with the person who means the most in the world to him. His psychic abilities have grown in the last year to his mentor Tom’s consternation, but Blue is determined to look on the bright side. He’s also focused on ignoring all the warning signs that he’s received lately.

However, even deeply buried secrets have a way of rising to the surface. And when a surprise from Blue’s past turns up and draws them away to a lonely house on the Yorkshire moors, Levi and Blue must fight for their survival once again.

From bestselling author, Lily Morton, comes the second book in the Black & Blue series. The books are intended to be read in order.

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The Mysterious and Amazing Blue Billings (Black and Blue Series Book 1)

I make my way down the hall and throw the door open, laughing. “So, you did need a hand—”

A stranger stands on the doorstep.

“Sorry,” I say. “I thought you were someone else.”

The man turns slightly to face me. “It happens.”

He’s tall and burly with very wide shoulders. He has a tumble of black and grey hair that frames an eye-catching face with full lips and very light blue eyes. I’d put him in his mid-fifties, and he has an amused look on his face. With that and his dark clothes, he looks rather saturnine. I feel a wave of unease run over me which is startling in its intensity.

“Can I help—” Before I can finish the question, the door is seized from my hand and slammed in the man’s startled face. “Shit,” I mutter. Flicking the catch, I pull the door handle. The door doesn’t budge. “Rosalind,” I hiss. “Please open the door.”

She’s become very protective of Blue and me over the last year. The other week she refused to let the gas man in to read the meter, and although it was a lovely thought, it didn’t go down too well with the gas company. “Rosalind,” I prompt. There’s a very protracted pause and then the door slowly opens.

The man is still standing there with a wry expression, no trace of surprise at having the door shut in his face.

“Sorry,” I say. “The wind caught it.”

“Aye,” he says. His voice is deep and rumbling. He looks up at the house. “I’m sure that happens quite a lot around here.”

A smile still plays on his lips, and I’m seized with the sudden feeling that I know him. Rather than easing my concern, my worry grows and my next question is rudely abrupt.

“Can I help you?”

He watches me, his eyes intent. “I’m here for Blue Billings.”

It’s no secret that I am a big Lily Morton fan. And I really loved the first book in this series. While it still contained some snark that Lily is famous for, there was also mystery and ghosts and psychics and it was just so fun. So I couldn’t wait for book 2.

So worth the wait.

Blue and Levi and now in an established relationship going on a year now. Levi’s house only has one ghost and she is welcome, even if she gets mad when they are messy. Everything is happy. And then Blue’s father- whom he has never met- shows up with a proposal to spend a few days at one of the most notoriously ghost ridden houses in England for a few days. The owner of the house wants to turn it into a macabre hotel and wants genuine ghost stories to tell. So of course hire someone who can see and talk to ghosts. He finds out his boss, friend and mentor, Tom was also invited, so they pack up the car and go.

What follows is very Willy Wonka-ish when they arrive and find that they are not the only ones invited. They are the only ones with the gift though. And there are ghosts EVERYWHERE. And they are not happy.

Blue’s 2 former partners are also there, which doesn’t make for a fun time for him. But the quirky owner of the castle seems oblivious to the tension. Blue is also hoping to maybe get to know this man who is his father while he is there.

If you are easily frightened by scary things in books, you might get scared. Because the focus of the book really is on the ghosts and this castle or manor where they live. Blue and Levi are solid and there’s isn’t even a silly conflict that tears them apart before bringing them back together.

Tom is a treasure and I loved reading about he and Blue trying to figure things out.

If you read and enjoyed the first book, you’ll enjoy this one as well.

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Lily writes contemporary romance novels, and specialises in hot love stories with a good dose of humour.

Lily lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she bought her first Kindle.

She has spent her life with her head full of daydreams and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else could she get to spend her time with hot, funny men!

She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – chocolate Baileys! Her lifetime’s ambition is to have a bath in peace without being shouted by one of her family.

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