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Smoking hot teammates romance from Charlie

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book is epic!

I absolutely loved it, especially how Charlie uses the same trope as RJ’s opener – teammates in a relationship – but turns it into something completely different.

Here, Dean and Teo have been together almost three years, hiding their relationship from nearly everyone, with only a select few in Formula 1 having any idea.

When Dean picks up the second seat at Cadigan Racing, home to Mateo, things get a whole load more complicated.

I think Charlie shows the conflicts and difficulties with both men racing for the same team with some consummate skill.

We can feel their discomfort, the repressed frustrations and unwanted jealousies as things head up out on the track, the tension as pressure mounts race by race.

But we also see the dedication each man has to each other, this is 100% a deep, abiding, lifetime love that they’re both willing to do everything they can to keep.

It’s also smoking hot, oh boy does Charlie lay down the heat for this pair, they’re burning up the sheets as well as the motor home, their holiday villa and all points in between!

As with the first two books, we get to see the happenings of those events from a different perspective and I think it’s a really clever way to anchor this series of multiple authors together.

Here we don’t get as much about Augusto’s almost fatal crash, more the feelings of fear both Dean and Mateo have over it happening to either of them and no-one knowing they were together.

Charlie kept the pacing tight here, there’s a growing sense of dread building up as the racing season goes on and you begin to wonder just what might happen, can something external pull these two men apart in spite of their love for each other?

I would have been biting my nails if I had that habit, but have no fear, there’s a truly spectacular event which takes place that had me smiling like the Cheshire Cat and the Epilogue, set nine-and-a-half years in the future, is the very definition of epic!

Loved this book and would happily have read another 500 pages more of them.

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review

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Cover Reveal: The Realist by Riley Hart

The Realist | Riley Hart

The Vers Podcast #3

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Release Date: May 17th, 2023

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Photographer: Kevin D. Hoover

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To listeners of The Vers, a queer podcast I host with my three best friends, I’m known as The Realist—I accept life the way it is, believe in honesty over sugarcoating, and okay, I can maybe be a little bossy.

If you asked The Vers guys, they’d tell you I’m a caretaker who’s always thinking of others, but they also give over-the-top hugs and don’t believe me when I say feelings are the worst.

It’s why I have no business offering Kai Lewis a place to stay when he’s in need. He’s a flirt who makes no secret about wanting in my bed…somewhere I’d like to have him if he wasn’t the employee of one of my closest friends. But, he’s too trusting and leaps before he thinks, so at least he won’t get taken advantage of if he’s with me.

Now he’s always around, wearing shorts that leave nothing to the imagination and saying he wants to take care of me because I’m always doing it for others. It’s not long before I can’t resist him—a man who likes listening in the bedroom but is stubborn in other situations.

Kai is sweet and funny. He gets me to open up to him. Maybe this whole relationship thing wouldn’t be so bad…if he wasn’t nine years younger…and leaving Southern California soon…or if I had any idea what I was doing.

The Realist is an age-gap, forced proximity romance with a bossy realist and a sunshiny flirt who has Marcus wrapped around his finger.

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“Be good,” he said again.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be telling me that a lot?”

“Because you’re smart.”

“Or because we both like it.”

Marcus moaned, this deep growly sound that made my cock throb. “Stop tempting me.”

“You’re easily temptable,” I countered. “Is that a word? If it’s not, it is now.” I enjoyed this back-and-forth between us. Marcus did too. If I didn’t think so, I would have stopped doing it ages ago.

“Do you need my help in here?” he asked. “If not, I’m gonna get some things done.”

“Scaredy-cat,” I teased.

“I’m not scared. What would I be scared of?”

I felt entirely too proud of myself for getting to him this way because there was no doubt in my mind that’s what was going on. “Me. You know, since you want me so much.”

“I don’t want you that much.”

“Then why are you running from me?”

Amusement danced in Marcus’s brown eyes. Did anyone work to get under his skin the way I did? For some reason, I didn’t think so. Maybe the podcast guys, but that was in a different way from what I was doing.

“I’m not running from—why in the fuck do I argue with you? I know what you’re doing.”

I laughed. Fuck, he was fun. “I’m not doing anything other than letting you know when you’re being sus.”

“I’m not—goddamn it.” He bit his cheeks in an obvious way to keep from smiling. “I can be around you. I’m not trying to escape you for any reason other than you’re an annoying little shit and I’m actually going to research fish-tank moving companies for you.”

Oh…well, damn. That was sweet. He came off so gruff sometimes, like he didn’t care about anything, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was a sweeter man in the world than Marcus Alston. Fine and caring? There had to be a mistake. He had to have some big-ass flaw I hadn’t seen yet.

I stepped closer, didn’t stop until I was looking up at him from inches away, the two of us breathing the same air. “You’re a teddy bear, Marcus.”

“You’re easily fooled.”

I put a hand on his stomach, felt the tight muscles beneath his shirt, wished I could see him naked, all that beautiful brown skin on display for me to kiss and taste and savor. “Nope. I don’t think so.” I fisted my hand in his tee, making it rise some. The bulge behind the fly of his jeans was obvious. Damned if I wasn’t hard too. I loved flirting, hooking up, having fun, but something about flirting with Marcus felt new and exciting. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. “You’re sweet, and I think I’m gonna remind you of that as much as possible…until you believe it.”

Marcus moved forward, backing me up until I hit the wall. He was breathing heavily, hot puffs against my face. He pressed his body against mine, hand moving up to my throat and holding it. Not tight, not restricting my airflow, but just there. He dropped his head forward, his mouth close to my ear, and goddamn it, he’d gotten the upper hand too fucking quickly. “Be careful, baby boy.”

A wave of pleasure rolled down through my torso before landing in my groin. That was really fucking hot, and now I’d lost my train of thought. What had I even planned to say to him?

“Mmm…I felt that tremble. You want me, want this.” He pumped his hips, making his cock rub against me.

“No shit,” fell from my lips. I reached for him, but Marcus shook his head.

“Tsk, tsk. I didn’t say you could touch.” The motherfucker grinned because he knew he’d won. He let go of me and stepped away.

My whole body thrummed with want for him. “What! That’s it?”

His smile turned into a deep, rumbly laugh. “I can tease and play the game too, and I promise you, I always win. Now, can I go find a mover for you, or are you still trying to play in the big leagues?”

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Riley Hart’s love of all things romance shines brightly in everything she writes. Her primary focus is Male/Male romance but under various pen names, her prose has touched practically every part of the spectrum of love and relationships. The common theme that ties them all together is stories told from the heart.

A hopeless romantic herself, Riley is a lover of character-driven plots, many with flawed and relatable characters. She strives to create stories that readers can not only fall in love with, but also see themselves in. Real characters and real love blended together equal the ultimate Riley Hart experience.

When Riley isn’t creating her next story, you can find her reading, traveling, or dreaming about reading or traveling, and spending time with her two perfectly snarky kids, and one swoon-inducing husband.

Riley Hart is represented by Jane Dystel at Dystel, Goderich & Bourret Literary Management. She’s a 2019 Lambda Literary Award Finalist for Of Sunlight and Stardust.

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Release Blitz: Playing Deep by Beth Bolden

Playing Deep | Beth Bolden

Miami Piranhas #5

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Release Date: February 15th, 2023

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood Designs

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 98,000 words

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Kenyon Ellis knows getting involved with Julian Anderson is an enormous mistake—but from the very first night, he finds him annoying, intriguing and ultimately, irresistible.

One, Kenyon is a player, and Julian is a reporter, so hooking up with him, no matter how spectacular the nights are, is a terrible idea.

Two, he’s falling for him, even if Julian continues to be prickly and impossible. But every time Julian’s walls shift, Kenyon sees the real man behind the attitude, and he only wants more.

Three, between the Piranhas and the charity work he’s committed to, Kenyon really doesn’t have the time for a relationship—but a relationship with Julian turns out to be exactly what he wants.

Maybe even exactly what he needs.

But when Julian starts calling out his performance on the field, the last thing Kenyon expects is his betrayal. But is it betrayal? Or does Julian see something in Kenyon that he’s lost?

The answer leads him not only to love, but to the biggest crossroads of his life.

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“You really didn’t know who I was, did you?” Kenyon asked.

Julian shot him a look. “I told you, you’re going to believe what you want to believe.”

“I want to believe,” Kenyon said, his voice a little unsteady, “whatever the truth is. That’s all. I promise.”

“What if the truth isn’t what you want to hear?” Julian angled his head, licked his lips. He was trying to be flirty again. Tough. Put those walls back up between them. Kenyon could see his technique now, easy as breathing.

The thing was, Kenyon could never hate Julian flirting with him. Even if it was because he was trying to deflect from the truth.

He pressed a palm right into Julian’s chest, felt the firmness of his pectoral muscles. He was slim, but he was strong. What would he look like naked?

Gorgeous, that’s what he’d look like.

Kenyon kept trying not to think about it, but instead, it was all he could think about, the possibilities fogging up his brain, obscuring every bit of good sense he had.

“Fine,” Julian said with a resigned sigh. Like he was finally giving in. “Fine. Okay. I didn’t know who you were.”

Kenyon curled his fingers into the cotton of Julian’s polo. This one was baby blue with a tiny white and red stripe through it. The man looked like the hottest goddamn American flag that he’d ever seen.

It should have been such an asshole move, like he was the guy who mounted a flag on the back of his giant truck, or hung one from the tallest mast of his fucking sailboat, and Kenyon should’ve been desperate to steer clear. But that wasn’t Julian. He knew it wasn’t. He could see just a flash, just a glimpse of the guy behind the polo. Behind the act. So, instead, he took another step closer. Until he felt the warmth of Julian’s thighs through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“Thank you,” Kenyon said. “I think we both deserved the truth, didn’t we? It was . . .” He hesitated.

There was another crack in Julian’s armor. A genuine smile, flashed quickly, Kenyon barely getting the impact of it before it was gone. “The best thing that could’ve happened and also the worst?”

“I think,” Kenyon said, dipping his head, so tempted to just end this ridiculous standoff by kissing Julian so thoroughly he always smiled at him that way, “we should just focus on the best part.”

Julian shot him an unimpressed look, clearly trying to pretend he wasn’t affected by Kenyon’s nearness, but Kenyon could feel the faintest tremor in his chest, just like he’d trembled last night and there was no denying it now. Kenyon wanted him to give in. Wanted to feel him shake when all that self-possession and self-control fell and the orgasm overtook him.

“It would be a terrible idea to do it again,” Julian said. There was a look in his eyes, though, that said he wouldn’t exactly mind it.

Kenyon knew it was a bad idea to repeat their initial mistake. But they’d done it last night, hadn’t they, and the world hadn’t stopped revolving. Coach hadn’t found out. Julian’s boss hadn’t discovered any deep, dark, dirty secrets about him.

“You know what I think?” Kenyon asked.

“What?” He was still pretending. Kenyon could feel it, and wanted nothing more than to strip Julian down to the bare essentials, so he could see the real man behind the act.

“I think you want me.” He stripped off the practice jersey. Tossed it on the floor. Then reached over and tugged Julian’s polo out of his jeans.

Julian didn’t stop him. Just kept looking at him with those inscrutable eyes.

Like they could see right through him, see down to every single thing he kept close, every single thing he hid from the world.

It was all laid bare before Julian.

“I think you,” Julian said in a soft, damning voice, “want me.”

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A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.

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