Delectable

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Delectable by Ann Grech

Gold Coast Nights Book 1

 

Genre: Bisexual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Gay for You

Models: Korey Williams, Tara Jiggins, CK

Photographer: Melissa Mackley and Rachael Wilson

Cover Designer: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: October 12th

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Connor

I owe everything to Levi. Everything. So when I fell for his girl, I did the only thing a good mate would do. I left. Ran. Six years in that hell hole trying to forget, trying to let them live and love each other. But I couldn’t stay away any longer.

And now I’m realising it wasn’t just her I’d fallen for.

Levi

He left us—spent years defending our country. He’s far more honourable than me. While I was living in paradise, happy, and in love with my gorgeous girl, he’s been facing horrors I can’t even imagine. It nearly broke me knowing he was there, and Katy and I were here.

Twenty years we’ve known each other. I’ve grown a lot in those years. But one thing hasn’t changed from the first day we met: we’re still inseparable.

Now I’m beginning to understand how, in another life, we could have been so much more.

Katy

Levi’s the love of my life, my soulmate. And life is good. We’re so damn lucky… blessed to have found each other. But there’s a “but”. There always is.

We’ve spent six years waiting, in limbo. Connor was fighting to make the world a better place, and we were incomplete without him. When he left, he took a piece of my heart.

Now he’s back.

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5/5*

I have read all of Ann’s books and she is one of my favorite authors.
Delectable didn’t disappoint although it’s hard to get past Reef and Ford from her m/m series.
I loved Katy’s feistiness and unwavering support of ‘her men’
Con and Levi are delicious.
The writing is excellent as you expect from Ann.
My only criticism is the title, it really had little to do with the overall story but that is personal opinion.
Great story, great read. Highly recommend.

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By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. With her quirky glasses and shiny leather briefcase, she has the librarian look nailed. All laced up tight in her pencil skirts and killer heels, her students can only fantasize about what she gets up to in her spare time. If only they could see those tattoos! Oh, and those notepads of story ideas tucked away in odd places that would be sure to have them fanning themselves!

By night she’s a wife and mum and a purveyor of saucy stories that are filled with lust, raunchy scenes and ultimately love. Ann’s an avid reader of anything sexy and firmly believes in the motto ‘leave mummy alone, she’s reading or writing.’ Because of that, she is pretty hopeless when it comes to getting dinner on the table on time or cleaning the house.

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When Denver’s long-term partner breaks up with him, he flees his life, his career, and his bright future as one of the country’s leading trauma surgeons. Ditching everything but his dog, Denver returns to the quiet town of Cooper’s Ridge and his parents’ ranch.

Leaving twelve years earlier, Denver knew he would never be accepted as a gay man in an unaccepting town. So, when he meets Kes—an old school friend—in the bar he owns, he is shocked to find him in an openly gay relationship. Something he never thought would happen here.

What surprises him even more is the instant, mutual attraction the three men have. Accepting a job in Kes’ bar, they dance around each other, wanting them but not believing he would ever fit in with a couple so obviously in love. But, they want him. And they are not prepared to let him go.

Denver takes a risk and accepts their offer of a night out, finding a side of himself he never knew existed. Not trusting himself to be enough for the two men, the desire blooming in him is unprecedented and he can’t deny it: he wants them as much.

He finds his life falling into place, all because of two men. Is it possible he found his forever in a place he never expected it?

Excerpt

“You’re killing me here! Seriously? A glory hole, in the restroom?” I’m laughing so hard, I nearly tip over the chair I’m leaning back on.

“It’s not fucking funny, you asshole. I just want to know if you can come over and fix it?” Kester is trying not to laugh, I can hear it, but I love winding him up.

“For you, baby, anything. I’ll get another divide and come on over.” I drop the front two legs of the chair back down on the floor.

“Thank you, I’d like it done before opening tonight.” Kes sounds more relaxed.

“Only because I love you, but there’s one condition: we have to try it first.” Damn, the thought of that has my dick throbbing.

“Hmm, maybe. It depends how quickly you can get here,” he chuckles.

“I’m on my way.” I end the call and pick up my keys.

I’m still smiling when I hit the builders’ merchants. I have no problem choosing the correct piece since it was me who fitted out the bar when Kes bought it and needed to refurbish the whole place.

I shake my head as I remember seeing Kes for the first time in years. I knew him, of course. But, as he’s older, we were never friends at school and I would never have been brave enough to approach him anyway. Kester Dereham was the coolest kid in school: smart, baseball captain, and so damn hot in his tight white pants. I spent hours dreaming of him. And jerking off. Hell yeah, plenty of hours whacking one off with his face filling my mind. He’d gone off to college and only came back during the summers and holidays and, still, we never socialized in the same circle.

I was surprised when I heard he’d moved back for good and saddened for the reason, so I was more than ready to do the refit for him. I wasn’t prepared for him to remember me, let alone come on to me. I had no idea he was gay but, hell, I was never gonna turn him down. That was two years ago. We now have a house together and have been accepted by our, normally closeminded, community as a couple.

Pulling up outside the bar, I grab my tool bag from the back of the truck, leaving the partition where it is for now. Sauntering up to the door, I tap on the glass and wait for him to reach me, giving me time to take all of him in. He stands taller than me at six foot, with dirty blond hair that is long enough to tie back at the nape of his neck. Under the tight, black T-shirt with the bar’s name emblazoned across the front, I can see the outline of his firm, muscular body, the one I know intimately and have mapped every plane of with my tongue. His hazel eyes sparkle and his smile widens as he reaches me.

“Hey, baby, you have moved quickly. Always so eager to please.” Kes’ voice lowers as he leans in to kiss me. His mouth hovers over mine briefly, but long enough to make me sigh in need, then presses firmly onto mine.

 

Eighty-One Days

EIGHTY-ONE DAYS

by Zoë Mullins

 

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Eric didn’t know Luke would be heartbroken when he left town to join a hotshot forest fire crew in Western Canada. They’d been best friends since kindergarten, had gone to school together, had bought their first car and a home together, and had shared their lovers. At some point, friendship had turned to love.

Luke didn’t expect that when he’d brought his crazy cat in for stitches that his heart that would be mended by the sassy new veterinarian. Jenna may have been new in town but she’d heard the rumors and she liked the carnal fantasies he spun for her in bed of he and his best friend sharing her.

Of course, that was before Eric’s job brought him home and back into their lives.

Jenna isn’t sure she can be what they need, but she’s not going give up without a fight.

Even if that means inviting the sexy firefighter to share their bed. Surely there is enough love to go around.


Don’t be a stranger? Had that been Eric’s way, he wondered, of saying I miss you too? The situation had been totally fucked up, but it had worked. At least, right up until the moment he had met Jenna. He couldn’t do that to Jenna.

Instead he had told Eric about how Winchester had fallen asleep in her arms. How Jenna knew how to make homemade pasta but hated tomatoes. He had begun detailing all the little things that she did or said that were making him fall in love with her and that he knew could make Eric fall in love with her too.

He knew it wasn’t fair to any of them, but after seeing how well they had gotten on all summer, he couldn’t help but hope for something more. He wanted the fantasy.

“Hey. You totally just zoned out there.” Jenna squeezed his hand and he looked up. “We don’t have to stay for the movie.”

“No. I want to.” It had become a monthly ritual, to head to his parents’ for dinner and a movie. “I promised Mom we’d watch The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with her.”

“I know you’re really doing that for me.” Jenna snuggled into his side and kissed his cheek.

“You’re right. I’ll probably sneak away with Dad to watch baseball.”

“Totally acceptable, so long as you bring me a Nespresso from your Mom’s ‘off-limits’ coffee maker.”

“It’s only off limits to my dad. She totally loves that you enjoy the Nespresso. We can get one for home, you know?” Luke knew she found the coffee he made too weak. She liked her coffee like sludge. It made him shudder.

She shook her head, smiling. “Nope. This way it’s special.”

He had just brought her a cup of Nespresso and was going to join his father in the rec room to watch the baseball game he’d recorded that afternoon when he heard the crunch of tires on the driveway.

“I got it,” he called to his mom so they didn’t have to stop their movie. He pulled open the front door to see Eric ascending the steps.

Luke stared.

Eric looked just as startled. After a moment he stumbled over his words, “Your mom. That is, I mean, she invited me for dessert.”

“Eric, come on in. I saved you a piece of apple pie.” Luke’s mother, Maggie, called from inside.

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A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance – usually during math class.

After many years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided in 2015 it was time to focus her energy on the kind of writing she loved – hot romances with strong, alpha heroes and quirky, independent heroines.

Zoë’s husband of nearly 20 years threw his full support behind that dream and loves to tell people his wife is a romance author. They live in Atlantic Canada with their two crazy collies. When not at her computer, you will find Zoë chasing after her muddy dogs, working in the garden or helping to renovate their money-pit of a house.

Talk Bunny to Me

Title: Talk Bunny to Me
Author: A.R. Barley
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance
Publisher: MLR Books
Blurb:
When werewolf hunter meets bunny shifter, romance is the last thing either one of them expects to find… but
Benjamin Holland is a werewolf hunter–and a pretty successful one. He’s hunting a rogue wolf in Minnesota when he trips over a bunny shifter and takes the twitchy nosed little dude back to Illinois. It’s strictly catch and release. He needs to get laid, but after getting his heart crushed by his best friend Peter he’s not looking for a forever mate.
Mating is the last thing on Justin’s mind. He’s just escaped an arranged marriage to his warren’s next Rex. He wants to make up for lost time and build a life for himself in Chicago, but the more time these two spend exploring the city together the better they get along. When Justin’s ex-fiance tracks him down to the city, they’re going to have to decide if forever might just start with one magical night.
A.R. Barley lives in the Motor City with a dog (who’s currently annoying the cat), a cat (who’s doing his best to avoid the dog), and an engineer. She likes hot drinks, hotter novels, and ice cream. She writes seven days a week (when she’s not playing referee to the dog and the cat) and is always happy to hear from readers at aleahbarley@gmail.com. You can also reach her on Facebook and Twitter!
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Chapter One
‘Benjamin Holland, Werewolf Hunter’ sounded cool, but the reality didn’t live up to the hype.
Not when he’d spent the last six hours freezing his ass off in the woods, eating cold beans out of a can.
Frost pricked his fingertips and Ben gathered his coat closer against the wind. Nothing was moving. Damn it. The local werewolf pack had sworn their rogue member was shacked up in the small stand of trees, but if Ben didn’t find him soon he’d be going back empty-handed.
No dead werewolf meant no bounty.
It also meant he’d wasted two days, the gas from Chicago to Minnesota, and four cans of beans.
He’d have been better off staying in town and working on his portfolio.
Unfortunately, the graphic design internship that was supposed to launch his career wasn’t just a pain in his ass.
It was also unpaid.
Hunting down killer werewolves—and the occasional cougar shifter—meant paying his rent on time. It meant groceries and health insurance, with enough left over for the occasional night on the town.
It meant never having to ask his brother for help again.
The wind whipped across the open space between Ben and the trees, but other than that, the place was silent. He let out a low sigh and—
Silence. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. Ben had grown up in the woods outside of Chicago. His family owned a hunting store, and he’d started going out with his father when he was knee high to a caterpillar.
Only citified idiots thought of the woods as silent. There was always something going on—rustling in the bushes or birds chirping high up in the trees. It was one of the first lessons he’d learned while he was still toting gear for his father and his older brother.
“If it gets all quiet-like, that means something big is coming,” his father had explained. “You stop hearing anything at all and that’s when it’s time to make some noise.”
Except the rogue werewolf wouldn’t be frightened off by outstretched arms and Ben’s Katy Perry impression, not like a wild bear or a real mountain lion.
Ben adjusted his grip on his rifle. He’d staked out his position a few hours earlier on a small rise looking towards the woods. The holly bush in front of him still had some growing to do, but it was big enough to hide the glint off his scope without obstructing his field of vision.
As soon as the wolf broke cover, it would be a goner.
In. He took a deep breath, swallowing hard. Out. He expelled every ounce of air from his lungs.
A branch broke somewhere in the distance and his finger tensed against the trigger. He’d stopped going to the shooting range every Saturday with his brother, but he still made sure to practice between hunts. He wouldn’t miss at this distance.
In. Out.
In. Out.
The wind brought him the sound of rustling in the underbrush and then—a ball of fur darted into the clearing.
Ben had to jerk backwards to avoid shooting the rabbit. The damn thing was a light gray color with pale fur around its dark eyes and a nose that never stopped twitching. He wasn’t a lop—like his best friend Peter in bunny form—but his ears weren’t very long either.
Peter…
He swallowed down the familiar wave of unease. It had been four months, a week, and three days since Peter had mated with Ben’s older brother. He wished them both the best, but sometimes it still hit him like a punch to the gut. Crushing on his best friend had been idiotic, but that didn’t make it any easier to see Peter happy with someone else.
After he finished his hunt, he’d drop the body with the Minnesota pack, head back to Chicago, and find someone cute to fuck. Man or woman, he wasn’t picky.
Damn. He forced back a wave of arousal. He reached down to press the base of his palm against his burgeoning erection and send the rushing blood back towards his head. If just thinking about sex was enough to get him hard then he really did need to get laid. Repeatedly.
The movement must have made some kind of noise because the rabbit’s head jerked to the side. Big black eyes stared directly at him. His head nestled down between his shoulders. His entire body vibrated.
Something else rustled in the bush and the rabbit’s eyes squeezed shut. His entire body went still.
The bunny wasn’t alone.
Ben fumbled his hand back into position. The rabbit was being hunted, and—as far as he knew—there was only one other predator in the woods.
Ben’s breath was coming just a little too fast. It didn’t have the practiced rhythm he usually relied on to keep him steady. His heart was doing the cha-cha in his chest. He expeled all the air from his lungs and—
A wolf crashed out of the woods.
Damn. His contact hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the guy was big. Three and a half feet tall at the shoulders and bulky to boot. Ben couldn’t tell if his mass was mostly fluff or muscle, but he didn’t want to find out.
In. He took a deep breath. The wolf stalked closer to the bunny rabbit. Out.
He pulled back on the trigger and the rifle thundered. The recoil made the stock slam back against his padded jacket. The noise made his ears ring.
The bullet caught the wolf in the shoulder. He stumbled backwards before righting himself. His gaze never left the trembling rabbit. A real wolf would be incapable of that kind of focus. It would skulk back into the woods to lick its wounds.
This was definitely Ben’s rogue—a high school kid who’d decided to eat the head cheerleader when she wouldn’t go to prom with him. There wasn’t a court in the world here the victim’s family could find justice. Just Ben, his rifle, and the bounty the Minnesota pack had placed on his head.
Hell, Ben would have done it for free.
Especially after he’d seen what the asshole had done to her body.
Crack. Ben didn’t pause between shots. Crack. He hit the wolf once in the shoulder and once in the side. The wolf went down, but he was still conscious.
Shifters were hardy, especially the predators. Ben had taken out almost a dozen with his rifle and another three up close and personal when wolves had kidnapped his brother to try and get to Peter.
Thankfully, most of those had been head shots. They’d died quick. The ones who’d made it through the first few seconds had all charged in his direction, teeth bared, ready to attack.
Every single one.
This wolf was different. He didn’t even turn in Ben’s direction. He was too busy forcing his way towards the rabbit. A loud growl exploded out of his throat. Saliva dripped from his mouth.
Snap. His teeth closed only an inch from the rabbit’s head.
The fuzzy little bastard didn’t move.
His fight or flight response had to be broken.
Either that or he’d given up.
Giving up was a human response, not an animal one. It wasn’t something a normal bunny would do.
Adrenaline surged through Ben’s body. He surged forward, aiming and firing on the run. Not ideal. Especially not when his rifle only had a five-round magazine. Crack. Crack.
His grip was awkward. The recoil sent the rifle into his collarbone instead of the padding of his jacket. The pain was enough to make his eyes water.
He’d have a bruise in the morning.
He’d be lucky if he didn’t have a broken collarbone.
That didn’t stop him from reversing the rifle and sending the butt of his gun down into the wolf’s skull.
The scent of gunpowder was thick in the air. Ben’s hands were sticky. Blood had sprayed across his jeans.
It was nothing compared to the rabbit.
He was coated in blood from the tip of his twitchy little nose to his cotton ball tail. Then his eyes opened. He blinked twice. One small foot edged forward like he was preparing to escape.
“Not a chance.” Ben lunged forward. His rifle thumped against the grass. He wrapped his fingers tight around the rabbit’s midsection as he lifted it up off the ground. Strong back legs kicked out and connected with his side. That would be another bruise in the morning. A front paw dug into his wrist and long nails clawed deep into tender flesh. He refused to let go.
He didn’t know whether the rabbit was a wild animal, a child’s pet, or a lost shifter, but he wasn’t going to let him get away.
Not now.
Ben fumbled the zipper of his coat down—biting his lip against the Minnesota cold—and slipped the rabbit into the warm space between his padded hunting jacket and his cotton T-shirt. He held his breath. If it was a wild bunny this was the moment when he was about to get scratched up.
It would be painful.
He released his grip.
The rabbit’s body curled ever so slightly. Claws connected with his flannel shirt. He dug in tight, but he didn’t draw blood. He just snuggled close.
Not a wild animal.
Ben zipped his jacket back up over the rabbit’s head before snagging his cell phone out of his back pocket. The number he wanted was the third one down in the history. It rang twice before the person on the other end of the line picked up. He didn’t wait for them to say hello.
“I’ve got your rogue.” He used a booted foot to toe the corpse on the ground. “Time for you to come clean up your mess—and teach the rest of your pack some manners. I don’t want to have to come back.”

Unlikely in Love

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Unlikely In Love by Susan Mac Nicol
Short story trilogy

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Synopsis

Three delightful short stories about how love begins in the most unexpected ways.

Meet Elliot and Dan in ‘Benchpressed’
City planner Elliot meets personal trainer Dan and between them, they whip the gym into shape…
“I happen to think you have a very nice belly,” Dan murmured. “It makes a change from the usual devotion to keeping a six pack.” His tone went dreamy. “I like a man with a bit of meat on him.”
Oh, fuck me. That sounded a bit awkward, even to me. My body flushed with heat and I cleared my throat.

Meet Davey and Gus in ‘Dear Davey’
Agony Aunt columnist Davey has an unfortunate habit of causing mayhem for fellow worker Gus. He also has no filter. Remind you of someone?
“Oh, and I’m sorry I set fire to your waste bin yesterday,” I muttered.
“Who else would it have been?” he said. “Do I need to take out company hazard pay when I go out with you?”
I huffed, flicking my hair back from my forehead. “Puhleaze. It’d be worth every penny, I promise.”
Behind me, Gus’s cologne invaded my nostrils and I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent.

Meet Cooper and Robbie in ‘Banana Appeal’
An errant gecko brings Graphic artist Cooper meets neighbour Robbie together. There may also be a banana involved.
I took a step forward, brandishing the banana toward him as if entreating him to eat it. Robbie took a step back, a wary look crossing his face. I wondered whether he’d expected me to ask him to fellate it. Because that would have been a complete waste when my dick was willing to be wrapped between those full lips. The banana didn’t stand a fucking chance if I got in there first.

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Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long-suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She’s also Editorial Manager at http://www.divinemagazine.biz, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and she’s a Charity Board trustee at http://wwwbeingmecampaign.com in London. She’s passionate about research for her books and has stayed in a circus, taken lessons from a blind person on how it feels to be blind, and travelled to a lighthouse with maintenance crew to see first-hand what it’s like inside. She’s also writing a screen play with a Hollywood actor named Nicholas Downs, with a view to taking her latest release, Sight Unseen, to the big screen.

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Well known as a playboy, Griff Broderick, MotoGP world champion, didn’t realize a chance meeting in a club would lead to him looking at his life in a whole new way. What was more surprising to him, the person who changed his life was a man!

Twelve hours after the greatest night of his life, a knock on his door threatens to take that life away from him. Choosing to take the chance, Griff ignores the offers of help from the one person who knew the truth: Corrie Deschamps. Losing his job, Griff has time to ponder his errors and mistakes. He knows, the biggest one was losing Corrie.

Corrie Deschamps, injured army veteran, knows the night with Griff Broderick was only a one night thing but the stubborn man’s refusal to accept his help has Corrie frustrated. Was Griff really so ashamed to admit he was with a man? But then Corrie stumbles into a life he never expected, with a man he thought he’d never see again: his brother, Raff McMahon. He tries to forget the one night he spent with Griff Broderick, the greatest night of his life.

Another meeting, at De’ath of You Enterprise headquarters, brings them together again. Corrie’s reaction is not one Griff, or the owners of De’ath of You, expected. Refusing to have anything to do with him, Corrie storms off.

Griff knows how hard he is going to have to work to prove himself to Corrie, to get his forgiveness for rejecting him and his help. How can he prove Corrie is the man for him? That he will never want another person, male or female.

Corrie doesn’t trust Griff, never believing the gay-for-you premise, but he wants him. Corrie’s body yearns for him. Can he get over his fears and accept him into his life, and into his heart?

Will Griff be prepared to be seen with another man? Will he accept his sexuality? What happens when he gets bored and wants to return to the race track and MotoGP? Is there a place for Corrie in that lifestyle?

It’s time for them to man up and claim the love and life they want.

This is a gay love story and involves hot, steamy sex between two men and is therefore recommended for readers over the age of eighteen.

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Griff and Corrie not getting on!!

We are so close, we breathe in each other’s breath. I want to grab his head, bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer, so I can kiss him. Corrie’s eyes are fixed on mine, the brilliant blue flashing silver at me and I recoil, taking a step back.

“I’d never thought about whether I’m straight or gay, I just had women coming on to me. I just went with them. Hell, I still wanted to fuck! But after my night with you… fuck, I got thinking and yep! I reckon I’m gay.” I stutter as he glares at me.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Corrie shakes his head and laughs at me. “You’re not gay, Griff. A couple of blowjobs and a simple ass fuck does not make you gay. Gay is something you’re born with, it’s not a conscious decision, like ‘Oh, y’know what, I think I’ll try gay.’ It’s deep down, it grows and consumes you. I have never been with a woman. Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate beauty in a woman. I can accept a body in good shape, but I have never kissed a woman, let alone fuck one.”

Walking a few steps away from me, Corrie is still laughing as he shakes his head.

“Fuck you, Corrigan! You don’t get to talk to me like that. I have been honest with you and you throw it back in my face.” I still want to kiss him, the bastard.

“Okay, so, in the… what is it, eight? Ten months, since I fucked you, how many men have you been with?” Corrie continues to mock me, I want to hate him right now.

“What’s that got to do with it?” I twist around to glare at him.

“Everything, dude. Gay men want to fuck, like all the time.” His smug smile is back and I want to hit him! Or is it kiss him?

“Oh, that’s crap! So, I’m asking you now. When did you last have a cock in your ass, or yours in someone else’s?” I watch his face blanch. Bingo!!

“That’s got fuck all to do with this. I know I’m gay. You just think you might be. There’s a huge difference. Believe me.” Corrie looks as pissed as I feel.

“Looks like I hit a nerve there?” It’s my turn to smirk.

“Fuck you!” He spits. “I’m going home, d’you want a ride?”

I really want to say no, to tell him to fuck off. But I don’t know where I am so I’m going to have accept. “I don’t really have much choice, do I?” I snarl.

“You’re the one who didn’t know where you were going.”

“Yeah? And I still have no idea where I am.” I hear the resignation in my voice, I’ve given all I can and it’s not enough. Well, fuck him! I don’t need this shit, all that modelling crap this morning. I’m going to get back into racing, I’ll call Manny. “I’ll take the ride back, I need to get my shit together.”

I ignore the strange look he gives me as we walk back to the car, close enough to touch yet so many miles apart. I hate this, but fuck it and fuck him; I don’t need this. I need a shit hot bike between my thighs and the roar of the crowds.

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I’m J J Harper or Jess to my friends and family. I sit in my living room typing away, with my dog and a warm fire in the winter. And in the summer, I sit in the garden soaking up the sunshine, still tapping away on my laptop, still with my dog. I write hot, sexy and lovable male romance with men that you wish you could keep to yourselves. I find it hard to share them 😉

I stumbled into writing after a suggestion from my husband set some seeds sowing in my head and the ideas started to flow. I have found something that I absolutely love doing. I’m a true romantic and always want to see a happy ever after in my books and in life.

I’m a mother and a wife but tend not to live by those definitions, I have still yet to work out how to act my age!! Lol. And I have no intentions of growing up or growing old gracefully, I live in a small very quiet village in Lincolnshire, UK, with my husband and my dog and spend all day dreaming up stories full of really hot men.

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Chasing His Cottontail

Title: Chasing His Cottontail
Author: A.R. Barley
Genre: MM Paranormal Romance
Publisher: MLR Books
Blurb:
Peter’s been half in love with Luke Holland for as long as he can remember, but his best friend’s very human brother has always been off limits but when werewolves come to town this bunny shifter is going to have to decide whether he’s ready to fight for what he’s always wanted.
Luke Holland is tall, dark, and human. He’s also off limits for daisy obsessed bunny shifter, Peter. But when werewolves start hunting Peter in the woods around New Hope he’s going to need Luke’s help to fight the intruders. Of course, when Luke discovers the truth about Peter he’s never going to stop chasing his cottontail.
A.R. Barley lives in the Motor City with a dog (who’s currently annoying the cat), a cat (who’s doing his best to avoid the dog), and an engineer. She likes hot drinks, hotter novels, and ice cream. She writes seven days a week (when she’s not playing referee to the dog and the cat) and is always happy to hear from readers at aleahbarley@gmail.com. You can also reach her on Facebook and Twitter!
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