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Release Blitz: The Things We Hide At Home by Nem Rowan

The Things We Hide At Home | Nem Rowan          

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Release Date: January 25, 2020

Genre: LGBTQIA+ Thriller, Erotic, Romance, Own-voices, queer, transgender

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Blurb

The night Tenny first meets David at the Oubliette Club is when it all begins: the lewd pictures being posted through Tenny’s door, an intruder attempting to enter his home, the feeling of being watched and followed around. David is shy, timid and inexperienced when it comes to BDSM. He stands out like a sore thumb amongst the usual club-goers and Tenny is instantly drawn to his gentle nature.

However, David doesn’t gel well with Tenny’s overtly brash best friends, all of whom believe there’s something strange about him. Tenny understands David’s awkwardness, seeing something of his former self in him, and he quickly grows fond of his new friend.

In the meantime, Tenny does his best to deal with being stalked by an unknown stranger, wanting so hard to believe David is innocent.

Tenny fails to see how someone so quiet and fragile could ever do such horrible things, and is unable to stop from falling for him. Still, the unanswered questions, David’s evasiveness surrounding his past, and coincidental circumstances leave Tenny no choice but to confront the truth.

The book is a kink-positive BDSM-themed MM Romance with a side order of thriller and has own-voices trans and queer representation.

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Excerpt

“David?” I spoke at his shoulder and he visibly flinched. A second or two passed before he peeked at me from around the corner of his raincoat hood, his spectacles flecked with droplets. It must have started raining after I’d come into the store. I couldn’t remember if he had worn glasses at the club, but seeing them now made him look quite cute in a dorky sort of way.

“H-Hi.”

“It’s me, Tenny. Remember?” I grinned, judging from the wide-eyed look he was giving me that I had caught him out and now he couldn’t escape.

“I remember.” He took a step back, bumping into the glass door of the fridge into which he had been looking. “I—I’m sorry about disappearing.”

“That’s okay. I thought something bad had happened to you; I’m not angry or anything. Why did you disappear?”

“I had a, umm, panic attack,” he confessed, his eyes glancing this way and that, anywhere but my face. He kept pulling down his sleeves, which must have been difficult with the basket hanging from the crook of his arm.

“Oh no, that’s awful. Are you okay?” I asked sympathetically.

He looked down as I placed my hand on his arm, seeming alarmed that I was touching him. “I’m fine now.”

“Good. I’ve had panic attacks before. They suck,” I told him, in the hopes that he might relax a bit more if he knew I had experienced what he had been through. “Funnily enough, the last panic attack I ever had was at the club. That was years ago, though.”

“Hmm,” was all he murmured as he nodded.

In the bright lights of the supermarket, he looked so tired and pale, his hooded eyes dull and his mouth a thin line. He appeared like he hadn’t had a hug for years. Something about him made me want to offer one to him, but I didn’t want to scare him. I had been awkward once, too, terrified of other people, afraid of making a fool of myself, unable to tolerate physical contact from strangers. When I had first met Vanessa and Willy, they had been gentle and habituated me to their presence before they were able to get close to me. It was what I had needed. Throwing David into the deep end wasn’t going to help him and would likely mean I wouldn’t get any closer than I already was.

“I’ve never seen you in here before. Do you live nearby?” I asked, hoping to squeeze a bit more conversation out of him since he wasn’t forthcoming.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded again, a slight smile turning the corners of his mouth.

“Me, too. I work here, actually,” I admitted before chuckling, considering that revealing that information might not have been such a good idea. “If you come to the café when I’m on shift, I’ll give you a free coffee.”

“Thanks.” He finally made a real smile, one that reached his eyes.

I had noticed that as he’d pulled down his sleeve, one hand looked different from the other. He was missing fingers. It had been so fast, though, I hadn’t been able to get a good look without being obvious about it, but I at least had an idea as to why he constantly kept his hands hidden.

“Do you wanna shop with me? I could use some company,” I inquired, curious as to what kind of answer I would get.

At first, he was cautious and I could see the thought process happening behind his eyes; he was weighing the pros and cons, checking if he could handle being with me, making sure he was strong enough. I wanted to assure him I’d be kind, that I wouldn’t judge him. I wanted to tell him I thought he seemed sweet and I was interested in him, that I found him mysterious. However, I knew if I stoked the fire too quickly, the flames would get too hot for him and he’d run. I had done the same in the past, fled the moment things looked serious, ran and hid the moment people took an interest in me and wanted to get to know the real me. The fear of being ridiculed or looked upon as a freak, something to sate peoples’s desire for the unknown. People used to do that to me in the past and I knew what it felt like. I told myself to hold back.

About the Author

Nem Rowan lives in Sweden with his wife, their girlfriend and their three children. He loves reading non-fiction and is fascinated by True Crime and unsolved mysteries, especially missing persons cases and serial killers. Nem is also well-read in mythology and folk tales, particularly British and European folklore. He is a huge fan of Horror movies and Retrowave music.

Nem started writing when he was 11 years old and since then, he’s never looked back. Romance has always been his favourite genre after inheriting a box of Mills & Boon novels from his grandma, but being a Horror fan, there is always some way for him to work in a bit of that to make sure things don’t get too mushy.

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Release Blitz: Ted of the d’Urbervilles by Rob Rosen

Ted of the d’Urbervilles | Rob Rosen

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Publisher: JMS Books

Release Date: January 18, 2020

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 63,600 / 195 pages

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Love is Love—though who they will find it with remains a mystery until the very end!

Ted is an orphan, a young gay man living on the streets following the death of both his parents. Hope seems futile, though hope is exactly what he finds when a surprising email informs him that an unknown wealthy relative has died, that a reading of a will is soon to occur clear across the country. Ted will inherit something, but what that something is remains to be seen.

Benny is a young, homeless drug addict, straight except for when cash is involved. Benny has never had a reason to be hopeful about anything until a chance encounter with Ted.

Both men are soon traveling together from state to state, making ends meet however they can, rushing to the reading of the will that may or may not change both their lives forever. An unexpected friendship quickly forms, and then just as unexpectedly blossoms into something more as their adventure ultimately leads them to their fates.

At turns darkly funny and tragic, deeply erotic and poignant, Ted of the d’Urbervilles uniquely shines a light on the phrase Love is Love—though who they will find it with remains a mystery until the very end.

Excerpt

I found myself in a tangle of trains. Not passenger trains, but the kind that carries stuff. Coal, lumber, crates. No train cars. Nothing I could hop into so much as on. I wasn’t counting on this. I thought I’d slide open a door and bum a ride. But a ride to where? Even if I could hop on, where would I wind up? I clearly hadn’t given it enough thought. To be fair, my head was full of Chuck at the time, a peg missing its hole. It was, as analogies went, a fine one.

I needed to travel east. East I could figure out. East was away from the Rockies. But all the trains were parked. Which way were they headed once they left? And what if I hopped on and the train never stopped until its destination? What if we started east and then headed south?

I sat on the track. My salvation was somewhere in front of me. Eeny, meeny, miny, which one would the mo choose?

“Where you headed?”

I jumped. I fell backward. I stared up, shielding my face with my hand. A guy stood there staring down at me. He was on the dirty side, young, like me, gaunt, shorter by a foot. I’d seen men like this around San Francisco. I avoided men like this. You wound up homeless for a lot of reasons. You also stayed homeless for a lot of reasons. This guy either started or wound up that way because of drugs. His hand twitched. His right eye did the same. Manic would’ve been a good word for it. Or a bad one.

“Just looking,” I said as I righted my butt back on the tracks. “I like trains.”

I turned away from him. I hoped he’d take the hint. Sadly, he sat down next to me instead.

“You can’t hop them,” he said. “They check. They’re watching you right now even.” He pointed up to a lamppost. I could see the camera. It didn’t matter; there was nothing to hop into. And even if I could make it on top of a car, it would be crazy dangerous. And windy. And cold. Not an adventure so much as an ordeal. “Benny,” he said, holding out a hand. He had long nails. Dirty nails. His current state had always been a possible future for me. I seemed to always be running from it. But in which direction, away or towards?

I didn’t shake his hand. I nodded his way instead. “Ted.”

He put his hand by his side. He frowned. I felt bad. I was homeless. He was homeless. It wasn’t a bond so much as a prison sentence we shared. “Where you headed?” he repeated.

“New York.”

“That’s where I started.”

My heart pulsed. If he started from there, he knew which way to head. I pointed in front of me. “Which one goes that way?”

His grin returned. His teeth were in need of a brushing. He looked like a scrawny, shorter, pimplier Justin Bieber—if Justin Bieber hadn’t showered in a week or had a haircut or shave in ten. I felt bad for Benny. I felt scared of Benny. Were people scared of me when they saw me? I was judging a book by its cover, but covers are a pretty good indication of what’s inside. I sensed Benny was rotting from the inside out, that all he had left was a tattered cover. I didn’t want to be a part of Benny’s story, but our plotlines had intersected just the same.

In any case, he shrugged. “Been in Denver a month. My train has long come and gone.” Again, he pointed. “That one goes east.”

“How do you know?”

The shrug hadn’t moved. “That terminal is a dead end. Trains enter that way and go back the way they came. That train came from the east. Do you have any drugs on you?”

It was an unsettling segue. Benny was unsettling. You could turn a bend and wind up like Benny. Benny had no hope. You could see it in his eyes. That is to say, you couldn’t see it. “I don’t do drugs.”

“Smart.”

“You shouldn’t do drugs.”

He rested his head on his knee. “Yep.”

“It’s not that easy though, right?”

He turned his face my way. He’d been cute once. You could see it if you tried. How many people still tried? “Nope. Any money for drugs? I could trade you.”

I knew what he had to trade. I had the same thing to trade. “I have less than six dollars on me.”

He sighed. He turned his face back to the starting position. “Figures.” We sat there in silence. The trains didn’t budge. Maybe this was a graveyard of sorts. Maybe trains came here to die. Maybe Benny came here to die. Me, I had other plans.

About the Author

Multi-award-winning and best-selling author/editor/anthologist Rob Rosen is the author of Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas, Hot Lava, Southern Fried, Queerwolf, Vamp, Queens of the Apocalypse, Creature Comfort, Fate, Midlife Crisis, Fierce, And God Belched, Mary, Queen of Scotch, and Ted of the d’Urbervilles.

His short stories have appeared in more than 200 anthologies. You can find 20 of them in his erotic romance anthology Good & Hot. He is also the editor of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance Through the Ages, Men of the Manor, Best Gay Erotica 2015 and Best Gay Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1, 2, 3 and 4.

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Release Blitz: Slow Birth by Leta Blake

Slow Birth | Leta Blake

Heats of Love #2.5

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Blurb

Jason and Vale are back in this side story set in the Heat of Love universe!

A romantic getaway turns dramatic when an unexpected heat descends on Vale, leaving Jason with no choice but to act. The resulting pregnancy is dangerous for Vale and terrifying for Jason, but with the help of friends and family, they choose to embrace their uncertain future. Together they find all the love, joy, and heat they need to guide them through!

While this story follows the characters from Slow Heat, it will be most enjoyable if read directly after Alpha Heat, as it takes place contemporaneously with that book.

Heat Of Love Series

Book #1 – Slow Heat – Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link

Book #2 – Alpha Heat – Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link

Book #3 – Bitter Heat – Amazon US | Amazon UK | Universal Link

About the Author

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Author of the bestselling book Smoky Mountain Dreams and the fan favorite Training Season, Leta Blake’s educational and professional background is in psychology and finance, respectively.

However, her passion has always been for writing. She enjoys crafting romance stories and exploring the psyches of made-up people.

At home in the Southern US Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family.

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Release Blitz: Wrestling with Hope by DH Starr

Wrestling with Hope | DH Starr

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Release Date: 07.10.19

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Blurb

Forced to move from place to place, never setting down roots, robbed Scott Thayer of any thread of stability during his childhood. No matter how hard he tried, he could never please his distant and judgmental father. If his own father couldn’t love him, who could?

Two years after last setting eyes on the man whose approval he’d never win, he’s found a good life, attending college, become a star on the wrestling team, built a home with his lover Derek, and surrounded himself with people who love him.

An unexpected note from his father, saying, “I want to see you,” turns Scott’s world upside down. Why, after all this time, does the man want back into his life, just when Scott’s wounds have begun to heal? Should he risk his happiness and peace of mind to accept the invitation from someone who’d left him so damaged?

Or will he finally find closure and slam the door on his pain and never look back?

Excerpt

Christmas Eve

Scott Thayer stared at the flickering light of the candles Derek Thompson had lit as it danced off the ceiling and walls. With Derek’s parents downstairs, he should’ve been nervous. Instead, he scooched over on the bed, making room for his greatest love, the person who kept him anchored to earth, to slide behind him and spoon him in strong arms. He couldn’t imagine a happier place to be.

Derek’s breath washed across Scott’s neck and cheek. Heat from Derek’s bare chest soaked into Scott’s back, his own personal blanket. No, life didn’t get better than this.

“Can you believe it’s Christmas Eve?” Derek squeezed Scott from behind, kissing the nape of his neck.

“Mmm-hmm.”A hum was all Scott could manage. If he let himself, he’d fall asleep within a few minutes.

Another kiss to his neck, then Derek slid closer, folding Scott into him in a tangle of arms and legs.

“I was thinking about the school dance and the song you mixed for me.” Scott tempted fate, and the ire of parents who might choose to check in on them at any moment, wriggling his ass against Derek’s groin. Maybe he’d inspire Derek into some private Christmas Eve fun.

“Hey, you know the rules.” Derek blocked the seduction with a firm hand on Scott’s hip. “I was thinking about the dance too. Can you believe we’re already halfway done with sophomore year?”

Scott sighed. Guess fooling around will have to wait. “That song, Happy by Pharrell Williams, was amazing.” The memory of Derek’s tribute to their relationship, the way he’d represented their love in booming, technological form, had Scott’s heart racing…not to mention his cock filling out.

Scott breathed in deeply, attempting to ease the rising emotion swelling in his chest. The song had lit up the room. Students exploded with energy. Smiles and laughter and dancing. Happiness. The message embedded within Derek’s gift, reinforced by every kiss, each touch, the silent times they shared where no words were needed to know they belonged to one another.

“You think we have time to fool around?” Derek shifted his hips, pressing his hard shaft against Scott’s ass.

Scott laughed. “You’re the one who just put the brakes on.” He held his breath, reminding himself he had the power to say no even when every cell in his body screamed yes. “I mean, your mom’s cool, but I don’t know if she’d appreciate walking in on the two of us―ooohhh!”

About the Author

 

D.H. Starr is an educator by day and an author at heart.

Writing erotic romance in any genre and young adult stories as well, he likes to explore the emotions of discovering oneself while also allowing someone else into your heart as well.

His style has been called angsty at times, and he takes pride in torturing his poor protagonists, making them work for their happily ever after

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Book Blast: Daddy Bear by B.J. Smyth

Daddy Bear: The Complete Series | B.J. Smyth

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Cover Artist: Benjamin Smith

Release Date: August 16, 2019

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 71 694 words/ 241 pages

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Blurb

Immaturity, Jealousy, Envy, Insecurity can Carter and Frank survive them all?

All Carter has ever wanted is the Daddy he craves, someone to love and care for him.

But will his immaturity be the downfall in this relationship or can Frank deal with his tears and tantrums?

Frank’s life is complicated, when he meets Carter, he is still confused by his feelings for his Ex-Partner and dealing with his mum’s deteriorating health.

Carter’s immaturity has always been difficult to handle. However, following an incident at Carter’s flat, Frank made the rash decision to ask him to move into his house, into his life, now Carter is around full-time.

Frank is adjusting to having Carter in his home and enjoying the Daddy \ Boy games they play.

However, when Carter’s jealousy takes hold after seeing Frank with his Ex-Partner his insecurities and jealousy may just be the end of this relationship.

Will this Daddy & Boy make it from that first heated attraction at the swimming pool to a long-term relationship?

Excerpt

We walk down the corridor past the showers into the pool area. Getting into the water, we swim along together, not speaking much, but there still seems to be a connection between us. Once we finish the thirty lengths, we get out of the pool, grab our towels, and head to the showers.

Standing next to each other under the showerheads I can almost feel the heat of his skin against mine. He pushes down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto his body. I do the same, sneaking looks at him when I think he is distracted by the shower. I remove my trunks first today, sliding them down my legs to the floor, I kick them to the side and give my cock and balls a squeeze.

He removes his trunks and his cock is hard, causing mine to stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, he rubs his hands over this chest, the soapsuds running over his abs and dripping into his pubic hair. He is only a foot away from me; the thought of feeling his gorgeous hairy body in my hands sends shivers down my spine and my skin tingles. I’m too shy to make a move like that, though, the fear of his reaction if I have misinterpreted things makes me keep my hands to myself.

I watch his hands glide over his chest, then down to his abs as he massages the body wash into his skin. Licking my lips as his cock stiffens, his foreskin pulls back away from the head as it raises towards his body. Lathering up my chest, my hands soon slide down and grasp my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as the pleasure of my hand sliding along my shaft flows through me. Opening my eyes, I look back at Frank; he is now massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. His eyes connect with mine.

Time seems to stop as we stare deep into each other, I can see the desire within him as his eyes search mine, trying to read my thoughts. My lips part as my tongue pushes out, licking along my lower lip, giving him the sign he has been searching for.

He moves closer and my body tenses as I feel his hand slide over my arse. I stop stroking my cock and turn to face him, our bodies covered in soap bubbles. My acceptance of his touch gives him a green light. Pulling me into his body I feel his cock slide against mine as they become trapped between us. His other hand grabs my arse and crushes my cheeks with his strong grip. The coarse hair of his beard brushes against my face as I feel his breath warm my lips.

Any thoughts or worries of where we are drain from my mind as his lips meet mine. The thick hair on his chest makes my nipples stiffen as it rubs against them. His mouth, rough and raw, kisses me, my body giving into his strong, muscular hands, his tongue pushes into my mouth, searching for mine. He moves me back onto the shower wall, grinding his rock-hard cock into me as he continues exploring my mouth. I have been yearning for this all week, wanting to be in this daddy’s arms.

Sliding my hands over his back, tracing along his spine, down to rest above his arse, I pull him tighter into me as I grind my cock between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within each other. His hands grab my arms as he bites my lower lip, then softly nibbles his way down to the nape of my neck. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, I can feel my balls tightening, preparing to release the frantic pleasure building inside me. Our thrusting gets faster as we both edge towards the point of no return.

About the Author

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B.J. enjoys writing gay romance weaved with hot action to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced some of the situations in real life he brings these into his books. Preferring to have mature characters in the stories, escaping the cliché of college boy romance.

His books have been described by many as short but scorching hot so be warned you may need a cool shower after reading them. Remember the old saying it’s not about the length but what you can do with it lol.

I hope you read and enjoy his books as much as he enjoys writing them.

If you already enjoy gay romance books or are just curious about gay love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself.

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Book Blast: The Black Mask by Samuel King

The Black Mask | Samuel King

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Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length: 13,000 words/ 55 pages

It is a standalone book.

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Blurb

Charlie is torn between two men—one who seems unreachable, the other a superhero who steps out of a poster.

Charlie is the young, handsome writer of The Black Mask superhero adventure series. Recently broken up from his long-term boyfriend, he finds himself developing feelings of lust and love for his editor, the gruff, clearly straight Sam.

Charlie’s love life takes an even more unexpected twist when his fantasy creation, The Black Mask, somehow becomes a reality—and his lover.

Excerpt

On the wall above the TV is a poster of my creation, The Black Mask. Sam had a limited number designed by a comic book artist friend of his. He’s sold about a hundred so far and I get royalties on each sale. The Black Mask is crouching, ready to pounce, his tight, muscular body encased in black material. He has bulging biceps, thighs and pecs that threaten to burst through the fabric and more than a hint of something else bulging between those thighs. How can Sam deny The Black Mask is at least a bit gay? And did Sam specify how big to make that bulge?

Although his face is completely covered by his mask, I feel like he is watching me, which I find strangely erotic as I unzip the fly of my jeans and begin massaging my erect cock through the cotton of my white briefs. My cock is big, at least eight inches, and uncut. Its purplish-red head is already poking from above the waistband of my briefs, leaking pre-cum onto my flat stomach. I don’t work out much, but I run and eat healthily, so I have a fit, slim body, even if I do say so myself.

I push my jeans and briefs down to below my waist and begin stroking my cock. It’s hot and so solid. I grip it hard, squeezing out more pre-cum, which forms a weblike string between my stomach and cockhead.

I fantasize about Sam standing behind his desk, massaging his dick through his gray trousers. He’s glaring at me like I’ve really pissed him off, like he resents how horny he’s feeling. Suddenly I feel stupid, masturbating over a guy that will never look at me in that way. I should be out trying to meet other gay guys, not lying in my room jerking off over a straight man.

I’m distracted by a movement across the room. I stop masturbating and stare at the poster of The Black Mask. He is no longer crouching. He is standing and that bulge in his black-clad crotch is definitely a huge, hard cock.

“What the—?”

Then he leans forward and his head and shoulders protrude for real out of the poster, solid and three-dimensional. Now the poster is glowing like a TV screen with the brightness level turned up to the max.

“Shit…”

He reaches down with a leather-gloved hand and begins to rub his massive boner through the thin fabric of his skin-tight suit. Incredibly, it grows even bigger, and it, too, is now solid and three-dimensional, bursting from the surface of the poster.

Suddenly my bedroom door flies open and Jules is standing there, still naked.

“Sorry,” he says, “but do you have any lube?”

I release a jet of cum, which spatters across my stomach and chest, drenching my T-shirt and barely missing my face. I look from Jules, who seems impressed as much as embarrassed, back to the poster. The Black Mask is crouching again and the poster is just a poster.

“Wow,” says Jules. “Something certainly got you horny. You should have just joined us.”

I’m so shocked by what has just happened that I don’t even bother trying to cover my cum-soaked body, despite the fact that Jules is still standing in my bedroom doorway waiting for a response to his request. When I glance back at him, I notice he is fully hard and tugging on his balls.

About the Author

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions.

Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. He is also the author of MM erotic romance, Hard Lessons, available from Pride Publishing from October 1st.

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Release Blitz: Hard Lessons by Samuel King

Hard Lessons | Samuel King

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Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Leah Kay Suttle

Release Date: October 1, 2019

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 18,000 words/82 pages

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

When his new student turns out to be a handsome property developer with a complicated past, teaching is the last thing on Jake’s mind.

When recently single Jake heads off to rural Somerset for a job interview as a reading teacher, he’s expecting his pupil to be a child, but it’s the handsome and charismatic property dealer Nathan Foley who needs his help. Their relationship quickly becomes sexual, and Jake worries he is rushing into another relationship too fast. And, as the heat between them intensifies, Jake begins to question Nathan’s motives.

Adding to the confusion is Nathan’s bitter older sister, Alice, who seems to have taken an instant dislike to Jake, as well as a strange man who Jake spots wandering around the grounds of the house.

What is Alice’s problem? Who is the handsome stranger? And are Nathan Foley’s feelings entirely genuine? Perhaps Jake is the one who is about to learn a hard lesson.

Excerpt

Sunlight was streaming through the huge window when Jake opened his eyes. He could have closed the blinds so that the day wouldn’t have infringed on his sleep, but he was glad he hadn’t. He glanced at his phone, which sat on a small bedside table. It was only seven a.m. He thought about getting dressed and sneaking out of the house alone. He wasn’t sure lunch with Nathan was such a great idea after the knee-rubbing of the previous night, but his new boss had suggested it would be a good chance to talk about how the lessons were going to pan out. Also, if Jake were honest with himself, he liked the idea of spending time with Nathan.

There was no denying he was attracted, but getting involved with Nathan would be a bad idea on so many levels. First of all, Jake was still reeling from his break-up with Matt, and second, Nathan Foley was his boss and student for the next two months. They needed to establish a professional relationship.

As if Nathan could hear his thoughts, there came a knock on the door and the man’s husky voice calling.

“Jake, are you awake?”

Jake froze. Should he keep quiet, pretend to be sleeping or invite Nathan into his bedroom?

The knock came again.

“Yes, come in,” called Jake, making sure the quilt was pulled up to his neck.

Nathan opened the door. He was dressed in a white bath robe that only came down to an inch above his knees. It gaped open at the top, revealing a chest covered in dark hair.

“Morning,” he said. “I’ve made coffee and wondered if you wanted some.” He was holding two mugs in his left hand, one finger looped through the handles.

“Yeah, that would be great,” said Jake, shifting into a sitting position. The quilt dropped down to his waist, revealing his smooth, toned torso. He thought about pulling the quilt up to his neck again but decided it would make him look too paranoid.

“If you’re up for it, I thought we could head over to this beach I know,” said Nathan. “It’s really isolated and would be a great place to walk and chat and build up an appetite for lunch.”

Nathan sat on the end of Jake’s bed, handing him one of the mugs. Jake took it, feeling a flush spread from his face down to his chest.

How did Nathan go from the stony-faced interviewer of just a few days ago to this affable man who brings me coffee in bed?

“That sounds like a plan,” said Jake, unable not to look at Nathan’s exposed chest, one dark nipple clearly visible where the top of the robe hung loose.

“Excellent,” said Nathan, standing. As he moved, his robe momentarily shifted and Jake had to suppress a gasp at the brief glimpse he had of Nathan’s cock. Even while flaccid, it was long and thick, hanging between Nathan’s firm thighs. Jake hastily averted his gaze, although Nathan’s dick had already disappeared behind the robe.

“See you in about an hour?” Nathan gave him a questioning look.

“Sure,” said Jake, needing Nathan to leave so that he could fantasize about that cock while he masturbated. There was no way he could get through an entire day without responding to the sight of that amazing dick.

As the bedroom door clicked closed, Jake threw back the quilt and grabbed hold of his already hard length, jerking it aggressively as he imagined Nathan sitting on the end of his bed, robe fully open, revealing his entire manly body and that suckable dick, gradually growing hard.

Jake came in several thick gushes, covering his stomach and chest. He lay back, breathing heavily, still thinking of Nathan, now imagining his boss leaning across the bed and kissing him on the lips. A familiar warm feeling spread through his body and Jake realized he was developing more than simple feelings of lust for Nathan Foley. This is going to be a confusing and potentially exciting two months.

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About the Author

Samuel King is London born and bred, and spent his twenties and thirties hanging out on the London gay scene, mixing with some true characters and even finding romance on a few occasions.

Now more likely to be found eating in a nice restaurant on a Saturday night than clubbing, he also enjoys reading across many genres, and watching films—especially old horror films and romantic comedies. He is also the author of the Male/Male erotic romance, Hard Lessons, available from Pride Publishing from October 1.

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