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Cover Reveal: Hold Me Up by Colette Davison

Hold Me Up | Colette Davison

Chasing Gold #1

Cover Artist: Colette Davison

Release Date: January 29, 2020

Heat Rating: 2 – 3 flames

Length: 68,500 words

It is a standalone story.

Blurb

Can second chance love survive past trauma?

Reece has one goal: to compete in the Olympic Games. With the gymnastics World Championships looming, his dream is one step closer to becoming a reality.

When his childhood sweetheart, Alex, walks back into his life unexpectedly, Reece’s world is turned upside down. Alex was the boy who inexplicably pushed him away and broke his heart; the boy he still loves.

When the truth behind their break-up is revealed, Reece wants to hold Alex up and give him the strength to heal.

But can Reece be Alex’s rock, and remain focused on his training, or will his Olympic dreams suffer in the process?

Hold Me Up is a MM second chance romance, with a slow-burn relationship and lots of hurt/comfort. It’s the first in a series of books that follows male artistic gymnasts as they chase gold.

Trigger warnings: Hold Me Up features a character who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks due to a past event that is briefly described.

Excerpt

“What the fuck are you doing here, Alex?” Reece demanded, not even trying to hide the anger in his tone. He couldn’t miss the fact that Alex flinched, and he felt a pinch of guilt.

“Writing an article.” Alex’s eyes were wide and imploring, in a ‘can we just get this over with?’ kind of way.

Reece sat down at one of the tables. “Go on then, ask your questions.”

Alex grimaced as he sat down at the next table along. “How have you been?”

Reece rolled his eyes. “You’re not here to chit chat.” God he was being an arse and he knew it, but he wasn’t sure what else Alex expected from him.

“Sorry.” Alex stared down at the table for several seconds, his fierce stare reminding Reece of the night Alex had ended not only their relationship, but their friendship, too.

After a while, Alex opened the small rucksack he’d brought with him and pulled out an electronic recorder, a notepad and pen.

“Do you mind if I record our conversation?”

“Go for it.”

Alex touched his finger to the on button, but didn’t press it. His mouth quivered, as though he wanted to say something, but either couldn’t find the words or the courage. An urge to bundle him up into his arms struck Reece, and it was all he could do not to stand up and do exactly that. He had no right to embrace Alex, and doubted the guy would appreciate it if he did.

“Are you going to ask me questions, or what?” he asked instead, painfully aware of the gruffness in his voice.

“I’m sorry for surprising you,” Alex said at last.

Reece stiffened. What he’d really wanted to hear was an apology for the way Alex had treated him four years ago, but obviously that was far too much to ask. “Just get on with it,” he growled.

Alex glanced around the room. “This place hasn’t changed.”

“It’s had a lick of paint.”

Alex nodded. “There’s some new equipment in the gym.”

“It’s been four years, Alex, the equipment needed updating.”

Alex’s jaw flexed.

“I’m really not interested in small talk,” Reece said. “You made it quite clear four years ago that you wanted nothing more to do with me, so stop sitting there pretending to be nice.”

“I—” Alex clamped his mouth shut and looked at the floor. He grasped the pen and began to tap it against the closed notepad, the fast sound was incessant and loud in the empty room. With his other hand, he turned the recorder on and pushed it across the table, closer to Reece, before flipping the pad open. “How did it feel to be selected to compete in the World Championships?”

Reece narrowed his eyes. He’d heard that frosty, not-quite-neutral tone before and it made his skin crawl. “Like a dream come true,” he muttered. “But it’s just one step towards my real goal.”

For the first time, Alex lifted his gaze to meet Reece’s stare. “Your real goal?” he echoed.

Reece resisted the temptation to snap out a sarcastic comment about how Alex must have known what that was. “The Olympics.”

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.

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Cover Reveal: Cat Escort by Melissa E. Costa

Cat Escort | Melissa E. Costa

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Release Date: 06.02.20

Cover Design: Megan Lawson

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Blurb

A night of passion with a Cat Shifter escort becomes everything for a man with poor self-esteem.

To mend his broken heart, Seth purchases a date with a Cat Shifter Escort. The sex was so amazing, it let him forget his pain. Seth never expected to see him again.

Nao couldn’t forget the client who’d cried in his arms, so destroyed from love gone wrong. He wanted nothing more than to help the beautiful, broken man.

Their night was supposed to be a one time thing, but six months later, everything changed when they met again.

Excerpt

Seth arrived at Nao’s high-rise and punched in the gate code. Nao should be home by 9:00 p.m. He normally didn’t run late, but Nao didn’t like the idea of Seth waiting outside for him, so he had given Seth the gate combo and a key to his place. Seth had already been over to Nao’s apartment several times, and this wasn’t the first time he had let himself in. He couldn’t believe Nao had given him a key. Did that make him special?

Nao never brought any clients home. Not one. He was still Nick to them. Seth had tried his best to stay away from that part of Nao’s life, but he couldn’t deny how jealous he got. He didn’t want anyone touching Nao.

The door flung open, and Nao dragged himself in. He sighed heavily and dropped his black purse onto the floor. Leaning against the wall, he tried to catch his breath. His sleeveless black dress made it just past his groin and clung tightly to his slender form. A slit down the front revealed his chest to his navel. Despite looking feminine, it looked amazing on him, like an incubus of the night. He stepped out of one black high-heel shoe before shaking the other one off, too.

Nao’s shoulders shook as he let out a sob. He sank down to the floor, and cried his heart out, his high-pitched mews sounded like a kitten.

“Oh shit, what happened?” Seth rushed to his side.

Nao’s eyes flew open. They pooled with water like a raging black sea. Golden flecks, caused by the hallway light, flickered within them. “Sorry, I forgot you were coming over tonight.”

“Yeah…you lent me a key, remember?”

“Gave it to you.” Nao wiped his eyes with the back of his arm.

“What happened?” This close, Nao smelled different. A strong aftershave marred his floral-lemon scent that Seth loved so much. This was another person’s smell—the client Nao had just slept with, the one who’d hurt him. Seth’s blood boiled. Anger coursed through him, and he wanted to find the asshole and skin him alive. How dare someone hurt Nao? All Seth could think about was the bitter scent on Nao that infected him like a virus.

Nao shook his head and got to his feet. “It’s not important.”

Over the time they’d known each other, while Nao was very open about a lot of things, he never complained about his problems or showed any fatigue. “Why do you do this?” Seth reached out and put a hand on Nao’s shoulder. “You don’t have to handle everything by yourself.”

Nao brushed him off again, but he wasn’t rude, his laugh brisk, and his steps more so. “Just a bad day, that’s all. Sometimes things are so good that I forget about the shitty side.”

“Side of what?”

“Humans.” Nao smiled. A few tears slid down his cheeks.

Seth’s temper rose by the second. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing super terrible, really. Some days I’m more sensitive than others.”

“I still wanna go and kill ‘em.” The scent on Nao only served to fuel Seth’s anger. He never wanted to punch someone more in his life than he did at this moment.

Nao smiled. “‘Course you do.” Finally, he dropped his façade of strength and sank down on his couch. “It’s days like this that I have to remind myself of all of their good sides, else I’ll wanna run back to the cattery.”

“Gonna tell me what happened?” Seth sat down by Nao’s side.

Nao shook his head. “Honestly, I’d rather not even talk about it at this point. Which is a stupid thing to do ‘cause it’s gonna make you think I was raped or something terrible, and in the scope of things, it wasn’t.”

Seth flinched at the word rape.

“I wasn’t.” Nao rolled up the dress until he could slip out of it, then sent it flying somewhere on the impeccably clean floor. His messy behavior must’ve meant his day was more stressful than he let on. It was another example of Nao wanting to hide his vulnerabilities.

Seth swallowed at the sight of Nao’s bare chest—firm muscles over smooth, soft skin. His hip bones were defined, and his abs were shaped perfectly. It was like staring at a masterpiece.

Nao’s dark eyes found his. “Sometimes it gets painful, that’s all.”

“Painful? Did he make you do something you didn’t want to?”

Nao shook his head. “Then I’d be much worse than I am now. Just forget it. I’ll tell you when I’m not so tired. Speaking of which, can I borrow your lap?”

“Huh?”

“Lap. I’m exhausted.” Nao lay down on the couch, and Seth had a perfect view of his shapely ass, covered by silky black panties that rode up his cheeks like a bikini bottom.

Seth’s face heated up. “Um, yeah. Sure.”

Nao smiled gently. Sniffling, he put his head in Seth’s lap.

Even Nao’s hair smelled like that asshole. Seth tried to breathe through his anger and jealousy. Nao needed him. He couldn’t give in to these feelings. Slowly, he petted his hair.

“Hmmm, that feels good. I might…” Nao nuzzled into Seth’s thigh. “Do you mind?”

At Nao’s gentle words, Seth’s anger dissipated. He didn’t know what Nao was asking, but he wasn’t about to tell him no. He shook his head.

Nao’s transformation started slowly. His ears became cat ears, and he spouted a tail. Then fur covered his body so fast that Seth didn’t make out the change from human to cat. Next thing he knew, Nao’s panties pooled on the couch, empty. Nao, the black kitty, climbed into his lap and nuzzled his knee before he curled up and fell asleep.

Seth sat perfectly still, shocked, and a tad scared—mostly awed by Nao’s trust in him. The world treated werecats with suspicion or hostility. As such, they didn’t revert to cat form much. Nao said it left them too vulnerable. Did that mean Nao felt comfortable around him? He had a key to Nao’s place. Wasn’t that enough to quell Seth’s uncertainty?

Gingerly, he stroked Nao’s back, petting the soft fur. Then he rubbed behind Nao’s ears.

It started out low, but soon Nao was purring.

He loved Nao. He wanted to free Nao from this life. To forever protect him. To never allow a customer to hurt him again.

This was the first time he’d seen Nao cry. What had that asshole done to him? If it wasn’t so bad, as Nao claimed, why did he breakdown the moment he got home?

Seth curled his lip and balled his fist not petting Nao. Most likely, that client wouldn’t suffer any consequences for his actions. Nao couldn’t go to the cops. Never thought I’d think this, but if prostitution was legal, Nao could at least seek help.

Werecats can’t actually go to the cops. Nao had said that. If that was true, then did they have any justice? That’s right. Panthers. Nao could go to Papa to report this client. Then the man would get some punishment. Of course, with the way Nao underplayed the incident, most likely, he wouldn’t say anything.

And yet, regardless that he had hurt Nao, that client still got to have sex with him. That last thought struck Seth hard.

Other than once, when he’d been drugged, Nao never tried a move on him. Even that kiss on the beach had been initiated by Seth, not Nao. Maybe that wasn’t Nao’s end goal? That was saddening. Nao would sleep with strangers, but he wouldn’t sleep with him.

Was it because he wasn’t paying? Having Nao as a friend should’ve been combatting Seth’s self-defeating thoughts about the world not liking him, and never feeling wanted. It did some of the time, but not right now. Were they not having sex because Seth wasn’t paying, or was Nao simply not attracted to him? Neither of those helped his self-esteem. Their one night together must’ve been all an act for money, because they had so many chances to have sex, and yet Nao never took them.

Not like Seth took them either. But when he had on the beach, Nao had reciprocated…

Still, he didn’t want to encroach upon Nao’s space. Everyone else did, and Seth wanted to be better than that. He also wanted to devour Nao’s lips with deep kisses, and explore the caverns of his mouth. They had kissed on the beach. What had that meant? If their ice-creams hadn’t been a problem, would they have taken it to another level? Nao had kissed back. Maybe he did desire him? And not just when he was drunk.

He should probably talk to Nao about their kiss, but he was afraid. What if Nao flat out turned him down? Or worst yet, what if Nao only kissed him out of pity?

Seth felt so confused, and his mind wasn’t helping at all. Instead, Nao’s heat had him remembering their night together when he’d been a client. The soft feel of Nao’s insides. The way he moaned when Seth had entered him. How Nao had completely surrendered and took perfect control. Seth had never felt more alive. Nao awoke his senses. Fucked his brains out, for lack of a cruder expression, but as with everything involving his beautiful friend, Nao was complicated. Perfect and complicated.

If not for Nao’s cat form, Seth would have lost the battle and kissed him.

About The Author

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Melissa writes character-driven fiction, and any genre is fair game! When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, anime, manga and gaming. Living by the motto of trying all things twice, Melissa has jumped out of a perfectly good plane, swam with manatees, dove head first into Alice’s rabbit hole, and seduced classy ladies in 6-inch heels.

A free-spirited bohemian, she currently lives in artsy St. Petersburg, Florida with her soulmate and their two, adorably needy cats.

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Cover Reveal: Fade In by V.L. Locey

Fade In | V.L. Locey

A Tales of Bryant Park Novella

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Release Date: January 22 2020

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Length: 34,000 words approx.

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Will Devon and Caiden discover that their new love is a wrap after the filming ends?

Weddings, champagne, and slow dancing. It’s a lethal combination and one that has led film student Devon Maxwell into one awkward predicament. Brought in at the last minute to help his friends Isamu and Brian during their Bryant Park wedding, Devon was not prepared for Caiden Dell to sweep into his life.

The spark of attraction between him and the hip film executive was instantaneous. That spark led them right into Caiden’s big bed for a night of pleasure that Devon will never be able to duplicate no matter how many takes life gives him.

To make things even more complicated, Caiden offers the recently vacated job of office intern to him. He’d be a fool to turn down an offer to work at Budgie in the Dell, the hottest LGBT film production company in the Big Apple. Looks as if Devon’s hopes of working in film are about to come true.

He’s ready for days filled with tiring shoots, long hours, and irate actors. He just never dreamed his nights would overflow with passion, laughter, and whispers shared with a gorgeous, older lover.

Tales of Bryant Series

Book #1 – Tales of Bryant – Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link

Book #2 – Nine Small Sips – Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link

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About The Author

USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Doctor Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.)

She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.

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Cover Reveal: The Empires of Luxor City by Sasha Hope

The Empires of Luxor City | Sasha Hope

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Cover created by Natasha Snow

Release Date: February 3rd

Pre-Order: NineStar Press

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Blurb

In the aftermath of his father’s funeral, Dom Wesa, the new Alpha of Luxor City’s Central Empire, stumbles upon an Omega in desperate need of help. The Omega, Lin Vasiliev, wakes to find he’s been taken into Dom’s home to be rehabilitated.

Dom thinks the young addict may have information about the illicit drug trade going on in his Empire. He gets Lin sober to question him only to discover that Lin is new in town and ignorant of Luxor’s laws.

Dom and Lin are both suspicious of each other at first for their own reasons, but as that wariness wears away a deep attraction develops between them. Dom dotes on Lin, leaving the once stone-broke Omega bathed in finery he never could have imagined.

They start planning for Lin’s upcoming heat, when they will be driven together by their kindling bond and strong compatibility as an Alpha and Omega pair. However, in the midst of their swelling romance, Luxor’s most notorious Alpha reappears sparking a gang war that threatens to turn the entire city into a battleground.

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Cover Reveal: Dravyn’s Garden by Jessamyn Kingley

Dravyn’s Garden | Jessamyn Kingley

D’Vaire #15

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Cover Artist: LJ Anderson, Mayhem Cover Creations

Release Date: January 16, 2020

Genre: MM, Urban Fantasy

Trope: Fated Mates

Heat Rating: 3 flames

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Blurb

In one extraordinary garden, is it possible to grow love?

Drindyr Duke Dravyn D’Vairedracon is is a quiet man who finds happiness amongst his plants. His affinity for living things astonishes those around him since he doesn’t have a drop of druidic blood in his veins. Awed by his talent, his family grows convinced that someday when Fate pairs him, it will be a druid that is at his side. Someone to care for and who shares his love of gardening would be a dream come true for Dravyn.

Killian the Dwyer is a man broken and his secrets are plenty. Once the leader of the Circle of Druids, he handed off his duties and escaped, his whereabouts unknown. Rumors abound that he makes his home high in a tree in a faraway land. He is missed, and many who care for him reach out to no avail. Full of pain and taking comfort in his solitude, Killian only leaves the sanctity of his leafy abode to answer an invitation he finds himself unable to ignore.

Killian makes his first public appearance in centuries, and when he locks eyes with Dravyn, they discover they are mates. Astonished, neither man says a word and Killian retreats. Two and a half years of silence on Killian’s part have passed, and Dravyn is tired of waiting. He wants the other half of his soul but is convinced Killian won’t do for the job.

Fearful of what the future holds but afraid of defying Fate, Killian cannot help being intrigued by the talented dragon. As they settle in Dravyn’s expansive garden, if the pair can find common ground, they might just discover the seeds to grow a love without limits.

About the Author

Jessamyn Kingley lives in Nevada where she begs the men in her head to tell her their amazing stories which she dutifully writes it all down in what has become a small mountain of notebooks. She falls in love with each couple and swears whatever book she wrote last is her absolute favorite.

Jessamyn is married and working toward remembering to start the dishwasher without being distracted by the scent of the magical detergent. For personal enjoyment, she aids in cat rescue while slashing and gashing her way through mobs in various MMORPGs. Caffeine is her very best friend and is only cast aside briefly for the sin better known as BBQ potato chips.

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Cover Reveal, Reveal Blitz and Blog Tour: Inheritance by Gail Z. Martin

Inheritance | Gail Z. Martin

Cover Artist: Lou Harper

Release Date: October 22, 2019

Heat Rating: 0 – 1 flame (No sex, kissing/hugging for MF and MM characters)

Length: 66 000 words/ 222 pages

It is the fourth book in the series but can be read as a standalone.

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Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?

Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curio shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them, and she teams up with friends and allies who use magic and paranormal abilities to get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.

Caribbean ghosts terrorize Charleston and start racking up a body count. Then Beckford Pendlewood, the heir to a powerful family of dark warlocks, shows up raving about a bound demon locked in a lost box and begs sanctuary.

Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?

Note—Characters from my Morgan Brice (MM paranormal romance) books make several key appearances in this book. Also, a long-time committed MM couple figure prominently in the plot.

Excerpt

From Chapter 1

“I have a problem antique I’d like you to take a look at.” The man on the other end of the call sounded rattled. I recognized his name—Alfred Stone, from Stone Auctions—but I didn’t think we had ever spoken, let alone met.

“What kind of ‘problem’ does it present?” I asked. A number of possibilities came to mind. “Questionable provenance? Not sure how to authenticate?”

“I think it’s trying to kill me.”

Well, damn. That kind of problem. “All right, Mr. Stone. Try to stay calm.”

“I just told you, it’s trying to kill me. I heard you…know…about these things. Please, help me.”

Across the store, Teag Logan glanced up to make sure everything was all right. I nodded, and he went back to helping a customer.

“I can come now. Are you at the showroom?”

“Yes. Thank you. And…please…hurry.”

I ended the call and sighed. This might be the first time Alfred Stone had an antique try to kill him, but that made it just another day here at Trifles and Folly.

I’m Cassidy Kincaide, and I own Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio shop in historic, haunted Charleston, South Carolina. The shop has been in my family for more than three hundred years. While we’re known as a great place to buy high-quality antiques, the shop is also a cover for the Alliance, a coalition of mortals and immortals who save Charleston—and the world—from supernatural threats. I’m a psychometric, which means I can read the history and magic of objects by touching them. Teag is my assistant store manager, best friend, and sometimes bodyguard—and he’s also a talented Weaver witch. Sorren, my business partner, is a nearly six-hundred-year-old vampire. Together with some other friends with very specialized abilities, we do our best to keep the world safe from dark magic and things that go bump in the night.

“Problem?” Teag asked when the customer left.

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “Alfred Stone just called—from the auction house. He says he’s got an item that’s trying to kill him.”

“You want me to go with you?” Teag pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. His skater-boy haircut and skinny jeans made him look younger than his late twenties. “Maggie can handle the store.”

On cue, Maggie—our lifesaver of a part-time associate—waved to agree from the other side of the store. She was sporting a new bright pink streak in her short gray hair, and it matched her sweater, a reminder—as if I needed one—that she believed in taking risks and living large.

I reached up to slick my humidity-frizzy strawberry blond hair back into a ponytail and shook my head. “Let me go see what the problem is, and I’ll figure out what to do from there. It’s not far away, in case I need to give a shout.”

About the Author

Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, SOL Publishing, Darkwind Press, Worldbuilders Press and Falstaff Books. Recent books include Convicts and Exiles, Sellsword’s Oath, Inheritance, and Night Moves.

With Larry N. Martin, she is the co-author of the Spells Salt & Steel, Wasteland Marshals, Joe Mack and Jake Desmet series.

As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance including the Witchbane, Badlands and Treasure Trail series. Recent books include The Rising, Flame and Ash.

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Cover Reveal: What Works For Us by Colette Davison

What Works For Us by Colette Davison

Cover Artist: Colette Davison

Release Date: December 17, 2019

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 57,000 words

It is a standalone story.

Blurb

An elf costume, a pair of lacy knickers, and a Christmas charity auction might make Sam’s Christmas wish come true.

When sweet barista, Sam, agrees to be a ‘slave’ in a Christmas charity auction, he’s thrilled to be bought by the man he’s had a crush on for the last three months.

Theodore is everything Sam is looking for in a man: older, authoritative, and caring. Unfortunately, Sam isn’t the most forward person when it comes to telling men he likes them. Wearing a sexy costume allows him to be a much flirtier version of himself, but can a naughty elf tempt Theodore into bed?

As their relationship intensifies, Sam finds something in Theodore he didn’t realise he needed: a man he wants to call his Daddy.

But Theodore isn’t out of the closet, and whilst Sam is happy existing in a bubble over Christmas, he knows that can’t last forever.

Can Sam risk giving his heart to a Daddy who might not ever be able to hold his hand in public, let alone commit to him?

What Works For Us is a Christmas romance with an age-gap relationship, lacy underwear, role-play, Daddy kink, and a guaranteed happy ending.

Excerpt

As Theodore was paying, the barista approached him. The young man was now fully dressed in a casual T-shirt, faded black jeans, and dirty trainers. His straight dark brown hair had been made to look messy with gel. A few strands flopped forward, brushing against dark eyelashes which framed dark blue eyes. Was it wrong that Theodore knew that was how he normally styled it?

“Hi,” the barista said.

“Hello.” Theodore kept his eyes down, not wanting to be caught staring.

“You won me?”

“Umm… yes.” Theodore glanced up long enough to see a smile light up the young man’s face, revealing deep dimples.

“I’m glad.” An adorable pink blush crept over the barista’s cheeks and nose, illuminating his freckles.

Theodore’s jaw became slack as he realised the young man was blushing because of him. With a sharp turn of his head, Theodore moved his attention back to the woman who was taking his payment as she handed him back his card and a receipt. He couldn’t deny that those two words had quelled the queasiness in his stomach, replacing it with a soft fluttering sensation. It was a ridiculous reaction.

“Do you have a business card?” the barista asked. His voice was just as soft and sweet as it was every morning.

“Yes.” Theodore took one out of his breast pocket and handed it over, careful not to let their fingertips brush in the process.

The barista borrowed a pen and scribbled something down on the plain side of the card before handing it back to Theodore. “Let me know when you want me to come and be your slave.”

Theodore risked another look, catching sight of an impish grin before the young man hurried away. He looked down at the card, where the barista had scrawled his phone number and his name: Sam.

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.

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