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328 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 18, 2018
TEASER COURTESY OF THE AUTHOR
“Wow,”
“Oh,” he said. “That was a good ‘wow.’”
“A very good wow.”
“Thank you,” he said. “You look seriously fucking ‘wow’ yourself.”
TEASER COURTESY OF THE AUTHOR
I’d fallen in love with Trent slowly and without warning, so completely that I felt like I couldn’t breathe when we were apart. Maybe that was why I’d shied away from falling for someone for so long. Because I knew that once my heart attached itself to another, there would be no way of tearing them apart.
Mmm. That Trent fucking Knox was a little bit like desire personified. And even better - he was mine, all mine.
Who was this guy who dressed like David Beckham, was built like the Rock, and quoted fucking Maya Angelou, anyway? And why couldn't I seem to get him off my mind?
With a dramatic sigh, he said, "Honey, please don't let this go straight to your ego, but listen to me when I tell you there's not a queer man on God's green and glorious earth that would turn down a night with you, much less an actual relationship, if given a chance. You're a unicorn, darling. And that's how I know."
I sat there, dumbfounded and wondering what medication he was high on.
"I've never done this before," he said.
"Played for a crowd of one?"
He shook his head. "Played my songs for the person I wrote them for."
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“WAIT, WAIT.” The blond twentysomething beneath me put his hand on my arm, stopping me from going any further.
“You okay?” I asked, and ran my gaze over the smooth, naked skin beneath my hands. “Yes. I mean, no. It’s just… It’s not gonna hurt, right?” … “It’s just a lot…bigger than I expected.”
“I get that.” All the time, in fact. “But it’s not as painful as you’d expect. In fact, you might be surprised by how much you crave it.”
“Oh God,” he said, biting his lip.
“So?” I leaned down over him again. “You want me to keep going? Or you want me to stop?”
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“You sure? We can do this another time—”
“I want this. Just…go ahead.” He lay back down and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Just breathe through it,”
…
“I’m so sorry, Shaw. I can’t do this.”
“No?”
“No way. B-but it’s not you, it’s me. I swear.”