Blurb:
Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms alone in her bed at night reading erotic romance novels even though her relationship with Joe ended quickly when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.
Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. She is delirious with joy when he invites her out to dinner, but when they go to bed and he kisses her breasts, nothing happens. Despite her lust for him her body refuses to be aroused.
Audrey is devastated and so is Yanni. He’s determined to romance her until her body cooperates.
Excerpt
Yanni picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he came to a romance movie, which he left on with the sound turned low. Then he turned her face to his and kissed her softly, just the briefest touch of his lips to hers.
She cuddled into him, so he feathered kisses on her nose, eyebrows, and across her jawline, and then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“Mmm,” she murmured, resting her palms against his chest.
Yanni tilted Audrey’s mouth up to his and kissed her more deeply. When he licked the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. He pulled her body more firmly against his and kissed her harder, sliding his tongue around behind her teeth, licking the insides of her cheeks, tasting the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, and then she sucked on him, raising the heat between them to a higher level.
Finally they broke apart to breathe, and all the while he rubbed gentle circles on her back, and murmured soft endearments against her neck before diving back in for another hot kiss. This time he sucked her tongue into his mouth before thrusting his deep into hers, subconsciously demonstrating what his aching cock was hoping for.
She pulled back a little from him, but before he could panic her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Yanni let her take the lead, reminding himself, This is all about her. Let her set the pace.
Fortunately, his self-control wasn’t tested too far as she ran her palms against his skin, then tweaked his nipples, before pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuckling his belt.
Yanni slid his hands down her back to cup her butt as she unzipped him and freed his hot, aching cock. He sighed with relief as she pulled it out of his briefs and held it firmly in her hand.
“Oh, yeah, that feels good,” he said, lifting up her skirt and slipping both hands inside her panties.
She wiggled in his arms, encouraging him, so he held her ass with one hand and brought the other forward to cup her mound.
Her fingers were doing wicked things to his dick, pressing on the throbbing vein and rubbing his moisture into the head. When she ran her fingernail under the ridge between the cap and the shaft, he groaned. It felt so damn good.
He slid his longest finger into her channel.
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Remember the Paint Store Boys? And Pinky’s Gay Bar?
Well now The Bath House Boys are here!
Book 1 Kissing His Man
Blurb
Frank Ashman’s lover left him seven months, three weeks, four days, two hours and twenty-eight minutes ago. At Pinky’s gay bar the server shows him a brochure featuring the facilities of a new gay bath house that’s just opened in town. There he meets Ralph Sellars.
They explore the delights of the bath house together. There are the rainforest showers, the hot tubs, the sauna, the swimming pool, and the restaurant, not to mention the freedom brought by the lack of clothing on the members there. Oh yes, and the bedrooms upstairs, each one complete with a drawer full of toys.
But both Ralph and Frank are burdened with baggage from the past. Can they move on and make a new future together? Or is their relationship doomed to be just sex in the bath house instead of a genuine future together outside in the world?
ADULT EXCERPT from “Kissing His Man”
Frank gazed at Ralph’s face. Ralph was concentrating on lubing Frank’s ass, his forehead slightly creased, his mouth a tight line, his head tilted down. But that just gave Frank an even closer, better look at his features. His dark brown eyebrows, several shades darker than the hair on his head, the left one pierced by a ring. His eyes, pools of dark brown liquid chocolate, calling to Frank on so many different levels. His tanned skin, the left arm completely covered in tattoos. Frank promised himself that one day he’d ask Ralph what the tats meant. He was certain they all had special meanings. Ralph didn’t seem the kind of person to him to rush off and get inked without thinking about it seriously first.
“I’m ready. I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was hoarse with lust, but from the way Ralph’s chest was rising and falling so quickly, and the fact his cock in its apple-green sheath was bobbing around, he knew Ralph was just as aroused as him. It was time for both of them to do what they were aching to do.
Ralph dumped the lube on the nightstand. He held quite still, his body tense. “Are you sure?”
Frank gripped Ralph’s arms and pulled him closer. “Hell, yes.”
“Good. I might explode if you said no.”
Frank gave a weak little laugh as Ralph wiggled closer and placed his bright green cock at Frank’s entry. Oh, hell he wanted this so much. He needed Ralph so badly. And it was Ralph he needed, not just a fuck. Already he knew he wanted more than one night with Ralph. That might not be possible, but maybe they could talk later.
Right now, the time for talking had passed. Ralph’s cock pushed at his entry and the tight ring of muscles held firm. Then almost as if they obeyed an instruction from Ralph, they opened and let him in. Ralph pushed firmly, but not roughly, and slid deeper inside Frank’s dark channel. Frank wiggled closer to Ralph, gripping his shoulders and wiggling his own hips to help Ralph slide the last inch or so inside. And then their bodies ground together. Ralph was fully inside him at last.
Ralph leaned forward and kissed him, wrapping his arms around Frank’s back, holding them tightly together. Their kiss soon went feral, teeth clashing, noses knocking, until they could angle their heads just right. As it seemed to be the way with all their kisses, they didn’t pull apart until a nanosecond before he would have passed out for lack of oxygen. But that was because he couldn’t bear to let go, to be parted from Ralph. Their kisses were too carnal to forgo.
Slowly withdrawing, and then pushing back inside him again, Ralph began to fuck Frank in earnest. Frank loved the slight burn, the passion of the thrusting, the feeling of holding Ralph’s larger, more muscular frame in his arms. He pressed his ass down hard onto Ralph’s dick at the end of every stroke and held his breath in the gap between the out and in movements. He knew his fingers were digging into Ralph and part of his mind hoped he wasn’t hurting his partner, but most of his brain was intently focused on where their bodies were locked together, not the peripheral parts of them.
Faster and harder they both moved, slamming together, sweat rolling off each of them and mingling. Frank was close now, the base of his spine already tingling with the need to come. He let go of one hand from where he gripped Ralph’s shoulder and began tugging on his dick. Ralph matched him, lifting a hand off Frank’s hip and placing it over Frank’s hand on his cock. Ralph let Frank choose the speed and method of his strokes, but kept his hand on top of Frank’s, making himself part of the action. Frank blinked. That was really nice.
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Book 2: Welcoming His Man
In the small town where he grew up, Jethro Wraight was persecuted, harassed and traumatized because of his sexual orientation. Now living far away from where he grew up, Jethro’s only just starting to learn that it’s okay to be gay. Jethro goes to the gay bath house and meets Bart Moreton there. Bart still lives at home with his parents, even though his dad keeps telling him to get a real job, because he’s determined to become an artist. His work is good, and sells well at craft markets, but he doesn’t make enough money to survive on alone as yet.
Jethro’s never had a boyfriend before, but the two men instantly form a bond. Jethro is taking his very first steps in displaying affection openly. Bart’s focused on becoming an artist. The immediate friendship between them surprises them both.
Due out 8 November
Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.com/
http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown
“The Paint Store Boys” is a series of four books about the four co-owners of a paint store. Each man gets his own book and his own story told. All these books are MM erotic romances.
Book 1, Sunshine Yellow Days is available now.
Blurb
Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.
Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.
Excerpt
Ed was up early the next morning, his lunch made and in a brown paper bag and his uniform on long before he needed to leave. At seven thirty he was too excited to wait any longer and put a coat over the uniform for the drive to work. As the staff had been told to do, he parked in the very back row of the parking lot, and stepped out of the car. Still wearing his coat he walked around to the back door of the store and punched his personal code into the security system.
It beeped and the door opened. There were two other cars already in the parking lot so he knew he wasn’t first, but just as a practice he locked the door behind him and went to the security box on the wall, checking the lights were green, not flashing red.
He, Robyn, and Ainsley each had a code to use to enter the store. He supposed the four owners did as well. The other staff would be at the back door ten minutes before eight and Robyn was assigned to let them in. Then they would all be lined up across the front of the store to welcome the first customers when the ribbon was cut and the store officially opened.
Ed had never been at the opening of a building before, and was surprised how excited he felt. Not nervous, just excited. Although if people kept asking him questions he couldn’t answer he’d likely get scared soon enough. But they’d been told yesterday what to say if they needed help. “I can’t answer that question myself, but I’ll refer your request to my supervisor.” Then one of the four owners would deal with the question.
Ed put his lunch and his coat in his locker and stared at himself in the mirror in the change room. He really didn’t look like himself at all. He looked younger, more carefree, happy even. The uniform was a long-sleeved bright yellow shirt worn under the same bright yellow overalls. The overalls had huge splotches of lurid colors all over them, mimicking paint splatters, and across the center back, in big red letters was “The Paint Store.”
But the outfit suited the store. It was very modern, very bright, very eye-catching. And so was the store. Ed could hear movement and talking, then laughter and the sound of cars. Before he knew it the staff had all arrived, every one of them in uniform and with smiling faces. As instructed, they lined up across the front of the store and watched through the huge windows as crowds gathered, the mayor spoke, the ribbon was cut, and the door opened.
Before the customers could flood into the store a lot of photographs were taken, including some with all the staff, and then people entered, laughing and talking.
It was like a holiday, Ed thought. Everyone was so carefree. People were laughing, joyous. Nothing was too much trouble. Ten people in line ahead of them? No problem, they just chattered gaily to everyone in line with them. The store sold so many rollers and paint trays he had to go out to the store room and restock the shelves. Then he handed a note to Robyn for her to order in more. By the end of the day more displays had been depleted and he was busy restocking a lot more shelves. That had to be good news for the company.
It was late when he finished, with all the displays neatly tidied and fully restocked. But he was thrilled about how the store looked and all the sales they’d made.
Basil met him in the locker room. “Well done, Edward. You did great!”
Unlike the other three owners, Basil was wearing a uniform as well. It looked even better on him than it did on anyone else, especially with his bright red boots and green and purple hair. Ed had first noticed his voice, a light tenor that tingled up Ed’s spine and sent sexy shivers running through his body. Now he noticed the frank look of sexual appreciation in his gaze as well.
Ed gulped. Surely this owner couldn’t be interested in him. Obviously they were both gay, but still…
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now the store is officially opened I won’t be around as much anymore. We’ll be in and out for the next few days, but after that you people will be managing it from day to day yourselves. Then I won’t be your boss as such any more. So, next week, will you come out for a drink with me?”
“A drink?”
Basil’s mouth said a drink but Ed could read much more in his gaze. His dick hardened at the thought. Basil intrigued him. The man was everything he wasn’t. Cool, confident, successful. But he was interested in him. How could that have happened? Ed wasn’t sure whether what he felt was hero worship or not, but there was lust bound up in it, just as there was lust in Basil’s eyes.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
“Why don’t we meet at noon on Sunday in Pinky’s?”
Ed smiled. Pinky’s was a gay bar. “I’ll see you there.”
Wow! A date. He had a date. Ed was filled with happiness. His life had taken the most incredible turn and he could hardly wait for Sunday.
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Details about the other books are here: http://www.bookstrand.com/paint_promo
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