A is for Aftercare, B is for Beg, C is for Consent | Colette Davison
The Alphabet of Desire
Cover Artist: Sleepy Fox Studio
Release Dates: June 29th, July 13th, July 27th, 2021
Heat Rating: 5 flames
A is for Aftercare
A famous author, a new job, and a party with a difference. Are these the makings of a perfect romance?
Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to end up working for my #1 favourite author. Nor did I expect him to love being called ‘Sir’. An invite to an adult party changes everything. Will Hamish order me to my knees or throw me out?
The moment I first set eyes on Archie Morris, he becomes my secret muse. Words I’ve been struggling to write pour out of me. He’s my PA and twenty-three years my junior, none of that matters when he shows up at my private party, ready to play. One night leads to so much more. Will Archie see beyond our differences to what I’m offering him—my heart?
A is for Aftercare is the story of two men falling in love, while they explore their desires together, which include blindfolds, sensory play, and lots of cuddles. It’s the first of three steamy, low angst novels, which follow each of the ABC triplets as they find love. You can read Blake and Corey’s stories in B is for Beg and C is for Comfort.
B is for Beg
A photographer, a rope artist, and a model. Can three create a beautiful romance?
Apparently I’m a disaster—no steady job, brothers who have to help me manage my money, and I’m constantly late. When two very different men command me to be theirs, how do I pick? Or can I make them see I’ve enough love for both of them.
Cal, my best friend and a photographer, introduces me to Blake, a model. From there all bets are off as Blake’s attraction to both of us makes me see Cal in a whole new light. But will Cal and I be able to step beyond friendship into love when we both like being in charge?
Friends for several years, Gabe and I both like to be in control. When Blake steps in between us, my feelings are anything but rivalry. With the chance to have something amazing with these two men, I must now show Gabe with Blake’s help that friendship can lead to love.
B is for Beg is the story of three men discovering that shibari, blindfolds, sexy lingerie, and rules can change everything. It’s the second of three steamy, low angst novels, which follow each of the ABC triplets as they find love. You can read Archie and Corey’s stories in A is for Aftercare and C is for Comfort.
C is for Comfort
A single dad, a doctor, and a one-night-stand. Is there room in their lives and hearts for one another?
Stress is my middle name. I’m a single dad and a newly qualified teacher, so it’s hard to find time for myself. What I didn’t expect from an adult party is a man who allows me to relax fully. What starts as a hook-up becomes so much more, but is a ready made family a step too far for Spence?
Working crazy shifts at the hospital, I don’t have much time for romance. Meeting Corey, the beautiful boy who’s happy to call me Daddy, changes everything. Only it’s not just his heart I have to win over but his five-year-old daughter’s too. How hard can it be?
C is for Comfort the story of two men learning that life is about more than work and that cuddling can fix everything. It’s the third of three steamy, low angst novels, which follow each of the ABC triplets as they find love. You can read Archie and Blake’s stories in A is for Aftercare and B is for Beg.
A is for Aftercare
“You’re struggling to write?” he asks.
He picks up a glass of water and drinks from it. Captivated, I admire the way his full lips curve around the rim.
“It’s the book that’s due in a month?”
“Aye.” I groan. “I’ll manage it.”
“How much have you written?”
I shrug. “Not enough. I’m just not feeling the words. I’m sick of Orion. I’d put a bullet through his head if my publisher let me.” I have no clue why I’m telling him any of this.
“If it helps, I really like Orion.”
I snort. “I’m paying you to be my PA, not kiss my arse.” Not that I have any reason to disbelieve his love of my character. On the other hand, I wouldn’t be averse to his lips being pressed against that part of my body—or anywhere else for that matter. I stuff some of the avocado toast into my mouth. It tastes a bit too good.
“I’m not.” The blush across his cheeks deepens to scarlet. “I’m being honest. I know he’s a bit surly, but he’s got a kind heart, really.”
I huff. “He’s a crotchety arsehole.”
Archie laughs. The sound reverberates through my body, almost making me want to laugh along with him. Part of the reason I hate Orion is that he’s too much like me.
“But I’m stuck with him for this book and another one. At least.”
“My contract runs out after that, but knowing my publisher, I’m sure they’ll try to sweet talk me into signing up to write another three books about the grumpy fucker.”
Archie smothers another laugh behind his hand.
“What?” I demand.
“You don’t strike me as the kind of man who does anything he doesn’t want to.”
I narrow my eyes. What else does he think he’s figured out about me?
“I’m not, but this is different.”
Archie tilts his head. “How?”
I open and close my mouth a couple of times, which probably makes me look like a fish drowning in air. “My publisher calls the shots,” I say eventually. Self-publishing under a pen name gives me the creative freedom I crave. Not that I’m going to mention that to my sexy PA.
“Surely they’ll understand if you tell them you’ve run out of steam? Especially if you pitch them a fantastic new idea.”
I shake my head.
“I’ve read all your books, sir. You’ve written so many amazing characters. I’m sure you could come up with a concept that would blow Orion King out of the water.”
I stare at the food on my plate.
“If you could write anything, what would it be?”
Aside from hot, passionate, if unrealistic stories of men falling in love? “I don’t know.”
“You should think about it,” Archie says as if it’s as easy as calling lightning from the sky. “But right now, you need to find a way to fall back in love with Orion enough to finish this book and write another.”
“I know,” I grumble.
“Is there anything I can do to help the words flow?” Archie asks.
I jerk my head back. “What?”
That’s not even remotely part of his job description. Then again, it’s only halfway through his first day, and he’s already made more of a positive impact on me than any of his predecessors.
“Can I help?”
Be Lee Lawson’s muse. Lie naked on my bed while I write about how glorious you are.
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding.
She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.