As long as it’s a book! ~~ #MFRWauthor #blogchallenge #amreading

Hi, Ya’ll! It’s week  30 of  the 52 week MFRW blog challenge. This week’s topic is Paperback, EBook or Audio? This is both easy and hard topic.  Easy because I could write all day about books as I am a book addict.  Hard because how do I choose which form is my favorite.

I remember reading so many books I couldn’t store them all. I have a shelf of my collections in my office. We have two large shelves upstairs on the landing with my husbands and some of my overflow and a shelf of cooking and craft books in my craft room. My husband only reads paper books so now we have an overflow setting in baskets on the bedroom floor and our closet.  I had debated on a Kindle forever. My sister-in -law said her son loved his. I had so many people tell me all the pluses. Easy access, cheaper books, less having to store the hard copies. It took a while then I finally asked for one for Christmas several years ago and fell in love immediately. I cannot imagine being without a Kindle. I am currently on my third. Yeah, I seem to wear them out pretty fast. So If I have to pick I guess I  go with an Ebook as I see that the most. My new iPhone has a great Kindle app and I find it just as easy to read as my kindle and more portable. Now my books are always with me and it’s awesome. I can read at any break I get.

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Still, I love an audio book when I do chores, walk, garden or sit on the patio watching birds, squirrels, and the cats.

 

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I keep saying I am going to get rid of my paper books to declutter my house but so far I cannot make myself give up my favorite collections so I haven’t given up on those either.

 

 

 

 

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Which do you prefer paper books, eBooks or audio? Let’s go see what the other authors pick!

 

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Romance~ take me away #MFRWauthor #blog challenge #books #TBR

Welcome back to the MFRW52week blog challenge week 25. This weeks topic is favorite books  to read. This is an easy post for me as I read voraciously. Not many nights go by I don’t read. That is how I wind down. I grab my kindle curl up in bed and read till i can’t keep my eyes open~~~or if its one of those page turners until the book ends LOL!

I may have gotten overly zealous when I chose my goals for the Goodreads yearly challenge. I chose 250 books. I am at 104. It says I am  11 books behind schedule. I mostly read books close to 200 or more pages so I need to get busy!

My favorite genre is romance. I like a good escapism and I like almost any type of romance. If I see a cowboy hat on the cover more than likely that’s a click for me. If its a M/M cowboy book even better.

 

I also like firemen and military men as well.  May?December books are a one click for me too. I love to see older couples too. I love Vampires and shifters. I also like a good paranormal suspense or mystery. I like cute Cozies.

My preferences tend to change but right now I am leaning towards mostly MM but I do read M/F as well. I guess you could say it depends on my mood.

SO you see I read almost anything romance. I do prefer nothing overly, erotic though I don’t mind spice. I also like an ugly cry once in a while and a good humor is always welcome.  The Daddy and Stepbrother books all a rage right now don’t do it for me and the millionaire books I can take or leave… mostly leave.

Since I review I stay very busy and my weekly reading list is so full I barely make time for all the books I buy.  It’s a busy job but hey someone  has to do it right? What could be more fun than reading every day?

What are your favorite books to read? Let’s go see what the other Authors like to read.

 

Cat’s Meow ~The Secrets in My Scowl~A.E. Via~#winafire #mmromance

 

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Author A.E. Via

Title:  The Secrets in My Scowl

M/M GAY CONTEMPORARY / STANDALONE

Edited by: Tina Adamski

Cover Artist – Jay Aheer

PAGE COUNT – 312

 

Sparks ignite and tempers flare when a sexy, optimistic wedding planner moves his business in across the hall from a jilted, divorce lawyer’s practice.

“Look smart ass. This is the last time I’m going to remind you about breaking sections of the lease. If there’s a next time, I won’t stop until you and your frilly, white wedding shit is thrown out of here. Do you got it?!”
Wylde looked in Jacob’s pained eyes and answered in his deep voice. “Yeah, counselor. I got it.”

From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner.

Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door.

Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had.

 

This story ends in an HEA and does not end on a cliffhanger.

 

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MY REVIEW

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Jacob had been left by everyone in his life, his mother, his best friend, his fiancé to be, and his father was an alcoholic. He joined the military when his college plans fell through and threw himself into his military career, his body, and his studies to become a lawyer.  He becomes a ruthless divorce attorney that rarely loses his case, no matter what it takes to win.

Wylde isn’t the stereotypical wedding planner. He is nearly as tall as Jacob and masculine. Wylde is good at his job and a good-hearted man who sees past the permanent scowl on Jacob’s face and intends to break through the hardness around the man’s heart.

The Secrets in My Scowl Is another knockout from AE Via! I fell in love with Jacob despite his being a royal Ass. Even though he was hateful, disrespectful and self-centered I couldn’t help but want to take him in my arms and soothe him. Wylde was even more loveable. A party planner that is everything but stereotypical.

There are lots of intriguing characters. The premise of the story is unique and engaging. Once you start, you won’t want to put it down.

If you like broken men, lawyers, wedding planners, May/December, and a charming story with HEA you will love this one.

 

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A Little More Secrets In My Scowl

 

“Get the fuck off me.” Jacob squirmed.

“Not until you stop directing your anger at me.” His neighbor’s voice was rough but somehow comforting.

The fight left Jacob as quickly as it’d come. He was exhausted, he was in pain, and his chest still burned with disappointment. He couldn’t believe he was back in this predicament again… heartbroken. His chest deflated under his neighbor. “Just let me go.”

“No,” Square Jaw snapped, and bit the side of Jacob’s face.

“Augh! Motherfucker!” Jacob yelled, bucking his hips hard, trying to get the idiot off him.

“Calm down, Jacob,” the man panted, blowing his liquor-scented breath against Jacob’s neck. “Whatever that dick did to you… get over it. Because this isn’t you.” His neighbor bore down even harder and a gust of air left Jacob before he could bark an angry retort. “I fuck with you because you are who you are. You walk with a confidence I haven’t seen in a man in a long time. People move out of your way when they see you coming and it only makes you hold your head higher. I admire the hell out of that. That’s why I’m on top of you. This bullshit, this moping you’re doing… it isn’t you, so knock it the fuck off.”

“You don’t know me,” Jacob said with little fight.

“Oh, I know you, Snowden. I also know someone just hurt the fuck out of you. You left feeling like you were on top of the world and returned hours later like your world had just been conquered.” Jacob felt a rough palm on his cheek. “If he doesn’t want you, it’s his fucking loss.”

“I’m not looking for a replacement… ever. So, if you think it’s your lucky day, think again,” Jacob growled. No one had to worry about ever hurting him again, because he wouldn’t give them the chance. He felt the lock click into place over his heart the moment he finished the thought and it soothed him better than anything his neighbor had said.

“There’s that arrogance.” The man smiled victoriously.

Jacob didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.

“What happened?”

There was no way in hell he was spilling his guts to a stranger. “I’m not telling you shit, man.”

“The name’s Manning, just in case you were wondering. Patrick Manning.”

“I wasn’t wondering.”

“I think you need a better outlet for that anger, counselor.” Patrick dipped his head, but Jacob turned away. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pain hit him hard again. He’d thought he’d have his new fiancé on top of him tonight, not this prick. Jacob groaned heatedly when he felt a hard cock press into his thigh.

“Fucker,” he hissed quietly.

 

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Meet A.E.

A.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting submissions for established and aspiring LGBTQ authors.

Visit my site to learn more! Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com  for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, VSWB submissions, and where she’ll appear next

 

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Endings and Beginnings~~K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

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Author Names: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

Book Name: Endings and Beginnings

Series: Collars & Cuffs

Book: Eight

This is the final book in the series, which should be read from Beginning to End. 😉 (See what we did there?)

Release Date: July 18, 2016

Pages or Words: 121,429

Categories: Contemporary, BDSM, Fiction, M/M Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

 

In all his relationships, Darren Fielding never found the level of intimacy he witnessed between Thomas Williams and his sub, Peter, the day of Peter’s “rebirth.” Not only that, he never realized such intimacy was possible. For two years, Thomas’s business card has been burning a hole in his wallet. When Darren’s lover moves on, maybe it’s finally time to see where that card takes him.

Collars & Cuffs’s new barman, JJ Taylor, is really conflicted right now. He went to the club with a very specific purpose, already convinced of what he’d find there. Except it’s not what he expected at all. He certainly didn’t anticipate finding himself drawn to the new wannabe Dom. Nor could he have guessed the direction that attraction would lead him.

Old love, new love, vows, pain, rage, moving in, moving on…. The members of Collars & Cuffs face an event that touches some of them deeply, but it will only reinforce what they already know: together they are stronger, and some bonds cannot be broken.

 

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A little more Endings and Beginnings:

“Honey, I’m home.”

Alex laughed and came out of the kitchen to greet his husband. “We’ve talked about this, right? You do not walk into this apartment and talk to me like I’m the little wife.”

Leo kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Aw, but you’d look great in an apron, holding a glass of beer out for your weary, hard-working hubby.” He smirked. “And besides, no one in their right mind would call you little.”

Alex quirked his eyebrows. “One, you don’t drink beer, which is why there’s a glass of chilled chardonnay on the living room table, waiting for you. Two, excuse me—weary? Hard-working? You’ve been standing around in leather chaps and a harness, watching while guys do all manner of things to each other, which probably included a lot of fucking, because, hey, it’s Saturday night, right?”

Leo sighed happily. “What can I say? I love my job.”

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Leo Hart talks about a typical day in his life.

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“Alex worked a late shift last night. Apparently someone called off at the last minute, and Sev found himself in a bind. He went to Alex, because if I know one thing with certainty, it’s that my boy can’t say no when someone else is in trouble. By the time he got home, he went straight to bed, not even stopping for his shower. I went in to the bedroom and undressed him, then tucked him into bed.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes, and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the stress melt away. Though he’d probably deny it, Alex was burning the candle at both ends. He worked full time at Severino’s, and picked up extra shifts when he could, then he volunteered at the youth center, working with Tony, our doorman. I told him he could only pick up twenty hours a week maximum, but he found ways to stretch it into thirty, and sometimes forty. How can I be upset with someone who mentors gay kids so they don’t have to go through the hurt he has?

My life has changed so much since I met Alex. He’s everything I could want in a sub and in a life partner. He’s funny, articulate, loving. I even enjoy his cheek when he sasses me. I wish I could do something for him. I want to tell him we have plenty of money if he wants to give up working at Sev’s, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. He’s got drive and determination. Alex is one of those people who needs to work at something to feel like he’s accomplishing it.

He turns over and puts his arm on my side of the bed. After a few pats, he wakes up and looks at me. “I’m so sorry, Leo. I’m knackered.”

I give him a smile, because that’s what he always brings to my face. “It’s fine, love. You rest, and I’ll come in later to check on you.”

The look he gives me tells me this isn’t the solution he wanted. He pats the bed again. “This side is cold, and I can’t sleep in a cold bed. I could use someone to warm me up.”

I think about teasing him, telling him I’ll call Scott and Peter so they can come in and make a puppy pile, but his look devastates me. My boy needs, and I can’t refuse him anything. I strip off my clothes, then slide into bed with him. He snuggles in close, putting his head on my chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispers.

“That’s because you came into my life,” I reply. “Before you, I’m pretty sure it had stopped. You got it started again.”

He chuckles, then shifts even closer.

“I love you.”

I kiss the mop of curls on his head. “I love you, too.”

I’m not even sure if he’s heard me, since he’s already fallen back to sleep. I wrap an arm around him protectively. This man is my strength, my entire world. I once thought after I lost Gabe, I could never love anyone again. But this person who is holding me close showed me that love happens when we no longer expect it.

I think about the picture of Gabe in my desk drawer at the club. I haven’t taken it out but once or twice since I met Alex. I feel a twinge of regret, but it passes quickly. Gabe wouldn’t want me to be sad, and if he met Alex, he would be thrilled that I’ve moved ahead, while still remembering my past.

Maybe one day I can take Alex to the club and show him the photo. He’s matured so much since we met, and I think he might be ready for it. But then I realize I needn’t stir the pot. What we have now is almost perfect, and I couldn’t imagine changing it at all.

“Alex worked a late shift last night. Apparently, someone called off at the last minute, and Sev found himself in a bind. He went to Alex, because if I know one thing with certainty, it’s that my boy can’t say no when someone else is in trouble. By the time he got home, he went straight to bed, not even stopping for his shower. I went in to the bedroom and undressed him, then tucked him into bed.

I watched him sleep for a few minutes and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the stress melt away. Though he’d probably deny it, Alex was burning the candle at both ends. He worked full time at Severino’s, and picked up extra shifts when he could, then he volunteered at the youth center, working with Tony, our doorman. I told him he could only pick up twenty hours a week maximum, but he found ways to stretch it into thirty, and sometimes forty. How can I be upset with someone who mentors gay kids so they don’t have to go through the hurt he has?

My life has changed so much since I met Alex. He’s everything I could want in a sub and in a life partner. He’s funny, articulate, loving. I even enjoy his cheek when he sasses me. I wish I could do something for him. I want to tell him we have plenty of money if he wants to give up working at Sev’s, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. He’s got drive and determination. Alex is one of those people who needs to work at something to feel like he’s accomplishing it.

He turns over and puts his arm on my side of the bed. After a few pats, he wakes up and looks at me. “I’m so sorry, Leo. I’m knackered.”

I give him a smile, because that’s what he always brings to my face. “It’s fine, love. You rest, and I’ll come in later to check on you.”

The look he gives me tells me this isn’t the solution he wanted. He pats the bed again. “This side is cold, and I can’t sleep in a cold bed. I could use someone to warm me up.”

I think about teasing him, telling him I’ll call Scott and Peter so they can come in and make a puppy pile, but his look devastates me. My boy needs, and I can’t refuse him anything. I strip off my clothes, then slide into bed with him. He snuggles in close, putting his head on my chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispers.

“That’s because you came into my life,” I reply. “Before you, I’m pretty sure it had stopped. You got it started again.”

He chuckles, then shifts even closer.

“I love you.”

I kiss the mop of curls on his head. “I love you, too.”

I’m not even sure if he’s heard me, since he’s already fallen back to sleep. I wrap an arm around him protectively. This man is my strength, my entire world. I once thought after I lost Gabe, I could never love anyone again. But this person who is holding me close showed me that love happens when we no longer expect it.

I think about the picture of Gabe in my desk drawer at the club. I haven’t taken it out but once or twice since I met Alex. I feel a twinge of regret, but it passes quickly. Gabe wouldn’t want me to be sad, and if he met Alex, he would be thrilled that I’ve moved ahead, while still remembering my past.

Maybe one day I can take Alex to the club and show him the photo. He’s matured so much since we met, and I think he might be ready for it. But then I realize I needn’t stir the pot. What we have now is almost perfect, and I couldn’t imagine changing it at all. 

Meet K.C. Wells:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

Where to find K.C. Wells:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld

Facebook Author Page:   https://www.facebook.com/pages/KCWells/223608907761521

Twitter: @K_C_Wells

Meet Parker Williams (or at least his voices):

 Good day! We are the voices that live inside Will’s head. The ones who whisper to him constantly, beckoning him to speak of our adventures, to tell of our love, and perhaps, if we’re in a mood, kill a person or two

We guide his hand as he tells our tales where love is the most powerful force, but must be worked for, molded, and finally, embraced. There can be no shortcuts or substitutions on the path to a happily ever after.

We hope you will join with us as Will fulfills his obligation to ensure our stories are told and, we hope, enjoyed.

 Where to find Parker Williams:

 Connect with Parker on: Twitter: @ParkerWAuthor

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641

Or you can visit his website: www.ParkerWilliamsAuthor.com

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Cat’s Meow~~Reviews that Purr~~Debt by K.C. Wells #sexysaturday

Title: Debt
Author: K.C. Wells
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2016
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Two months after Mitch Jenkins had the rug pulled out from under him when his two-year relationship came to an abrupt end, he is still hurting. A colleague’s attempt to cheer him up brings Mitch to a secret “club.” Mitch isn’t remotely interested in the twinks parading like peacocks, until he spies the young man at the back of the room, nose firmly in a book and oblivious to his surroundings. Now Mitch is interested.

Nikko Kurokawa wants to pay his debt and get the hell out of the Black Lounge—where he is forced not only to have sex, but sometimes suffer abuse to please clients. Earning his freedom isn’t proving easy, especially when he starts attracting interest. Life becomes that little bit easier to bear when he meets Mitch, who is nothing like the other men who frequent the club. And when Mitch crawls under his skin and into his heart, Nikko figures he can put up with anything. Before long he’ll be out of there, and he and Mitch can figure out if they have a future together.

Neither of them counted on those who don’t want Nikko to leave….

“Debt is sexy & dangerous; it has it all: age gap, hurt-comfort, suspense, sweetness, serious steam, a happy ending, and two men who refuse to give up on each other.” – Reader review

“Well written, at times heartbreaking, often touching, very sexy, and with an unforgettable storyline and characters, Debt is without a doubt one of my favourites among K.C. Well’s amazing books.” – Reader review

“Have you ever come across a book that grabs you by the heart, shakes you up, drags you through a myriad of emotions, then spits you out the other side happy and hopeful, yet wondering what happened and how you got there? Well, Debt by K.c. Wells is one of those stories.” – Reader review

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Mitch is an English teacher. He is 45, at a rut in his career, and recovering from a breakup with from his last relationship. His coworker took him out to a secret club and Mitch was shocked to find it was prostitutes. He was ready to leave until he saw Nikko. Nikko wasn’t like the others. He was dressed sitting back in a chair reading while the others were parading around illicitly like peacocks.
Nikko was surprised that after a couple weeks of being unnoticed he was taken to a room. Mitch was unlike any John he expected. he was kind and caring…until he got to asking questions Nikko couldn’t answer.
I really liked this book. I was hooked from the beginning wanting to know why Nikko was working the club since it was obvious he wasn’t like the others. I was curious as to Aaron’s involvement too. I loved that Mitch’s family was so supportive even when he went to reveal his secret and ask for help. There are lots of character’s in this book that i hope we could see a story on in the future.

I was left with a few questions unanswered like who a few of these men were and would have liked more on Aaron’s involvement.
Now for a warning… if you are a little squeamish and have triggers there is a part where Nikko is in the Redroom with Mr. M. it does not go into detail but you know some unpleasant things happen and Nikko’s story is pretty much Dubious consent.

If you like stories outside the box, A very good love story, don’t mind some dubious consent, angst and of course like some hot man-sex this is for you

Now let’s all beg for a story for Gareth and one for Jessie and of course Ichy! ( I would like Randy as well!!)

“So?” Aaron nudged him again. “Which one lights your candle?” He grinned. “You’ve got to admit, there are some beautiful men in there.” He nodded toward one young man standing nearest the window. He was stroking down over his chest and well-defined abs, to where a thick cock jutted out toward them. Just then the young man turned and bent over, reaching back to spread his cheeks and reveal a pink, glistening hole, clearly lubed. He wiggled his ass, his dick bobbing stiffly.

Aaron smothered a chuckle. “Wow. He’s eager.”

That wasn’t the word in Mitch’s mind. He preferred blatant, and it wasn’t turning him on. In fact, none of them were.

“This is a mistake,” he said quietly. “Thanks for bringing me here, but honestly, this isn’t me. And there isn’t one guy who does it for me.” His gaze swept across the room, taking in the smiling, pouting faces and….

Mitch stopped, his pulse quickening. “Him.” How did I miss him?

Aaron peered in the direction of Mitch’s stare. “Which one?”

At the back of the room was a small table and a couple of armchairs facing each other. In one of them sat a young man with long, black hair tied in a single braid down his back. He was Japanese in appearance, with small, round glasses perched on his nose. Physically he was slight, not that tall as far as Mitch could tell. Unlike the others, he wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt.

What caught Mitch’s attention was the fact that he was reading a book, his legs curled up under him, lost in his own world.

“Mitch?” Aaron pinched his arm.

“Hey!” Mitch grumbled, rubbing the spot near his elbow. “What was that for?”

“You were off in cloud cuckoo land.” Aaron cocked his eyebrows. “Well? I repeat, which one?”

“The one with the book.” There was something so delightfully incongruous about him that Mitch was intrigued.

“Really?”

Mitch dragged his gaze away to give Aaron a firm stare. “You said to take my pick, so I pick him.” He couldn’t account for the way his body reacted to the young man. His heart pounded and his mouth was dry.

“That’s Nikko. He’s new here.”

Mitch turned toward the speaker. A dark-haired man wearing a black suit and matching shirt smiled at him. “My name is Randy. I’m here to give you any information you require.” He gave a flick of his head toward the window. “Nikko only joined us recently. Would you like to meet him, and if so, for how long?”

His heart still racing, Mitch regarded the young man who was oblivious to his surroundings. “An hour?”

Beside him Aaron chuckled. “And that’s my cue to leave.” He patted Mitch on the arm. “Enjoy, with my blessing. You can tell me all about it on Monday.”

“Thanks, Aaron.” Mitch gave him a warm smile. “And as for Monday? Uh-uh.” The smile became a grin. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

He snorted. “Spoilsport. And you have nothing to thank me for yet.” Aaron grinned. “See ya.” He walked toward the door and gave one last wave before disappearing through it.

Mitch returned his attention to Randy, who was regarding him with a hint of amusement. Mitch cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m new to all this.”

Randy’s smile widened. “Then you and Nikko have something in common. Do you have your card?” Mitch held it up and Randy peered at it. “Okay, that’s fine. If you’ll come with me, please?”

He led Mitch through the door at the end of the lounge. They were in a long hallway with doors on either side. Randy escorted Mitch to door number seven and opened it. The room was small, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in furnishings. In the corner was a Chinese painted screen and a washbasin with a thick towel hanging from a rail beside it. Most of the space was taken up by a bed adorned with white sheets, a soft gray comforter, pillows, and cushions. A wide chair faced the bed, its cushions deep. There were no windows. At the head of the bed was a large mirror, and beside it, a small cabinet with two drawers.

“You’ll find condoms and packets of lube in the cabinet,” Randy said. “You’re aware of the club’s strict safe-sex policy.”

Mitch nodded. He had no problem with that. He’d never had bareback sex in his life.

“There are also some toys, should you require them. If there’s something particular you’d like, simply ask. We do cater for those clients who are into S&M, but they generally stipulate their needs ahead of time. Would that be of interest to you this evening?”

Mitch was sure his face was bright red. “Uh, not for me, thank you.”

Randy gave a polite nod. “Then I shall go and bring Nikko to you.” He exited the room.

Mitch gazed around him while he removed his jacket. He placed it on the chair and examined the prints on the wall. The room was definitely nothing like he’d expected; he’d had something much more austere in mind. A glance behind the screen revealed a toilet, tastefully hidden from view.

They really do think of everything.

Mitch scanned the walls and corners for any sign of a camera. Nothing. But from a safety aspect alone, he knew there had to be one in there somewhere.

Damn, they’re good.

He came back to the bed and sat, bouncing on it to test its springiness.

“Are we to be using it as a trampoline?” a soft voice asked.

Mitch jerked his head toward the door just as it closed gently. Nikko stood there, his fingers laced together in front of him, dark brown eyes focused on Mitch, his braid not visible, his expression impassive.

Mitch coughed and rose to his feet. “Maybe not.” He took a few steps toward Nikko, his hand extended, his belly tensed. Inwardly he cursed his uncertainty. It wasn’t as if he was a stranger to meeting guys, but after two years of being in a relationship, he felt decidedly out of practice. And this was definitely a new experience.

Nikko took his hand almost shyly and shook it, his fingers cool to the touch. “I’m Nikko.” The handshake over, he laced his fingers once more and stepped back, maintaining his distance from Mitch. His manner had Mitch retreating too.

“Is that your real name, or just one you use here?” Mitch wanted to know. When Nikko raised his eyebrows, Mitch felt the warm flush that rose up his chest and neck. “I’m sorry. This is my first time in a… in one of these places.”

Nikko became still for a moment, tension evident in his posture. When he smiled, it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then we have something in common. And to answer your question, Nikko is my real name. May I know yours?” Those eyes were captivating, a rich, deep brown framed with long, sooty black lashes, and set in a pale, unblemished face.

“I’m Mitch.” It was on the tip of his tongue to say Pleased to meet you, but the words sounded wrong given the circumstances. I don’t suppose there are etiquette rules for greeting a hooker in a brothel.

Not that Nikko resembled his preconceptions of what a hooker looked like. The young man was beautiful, maybe five foot five, six max. He felt tiny next to Mitch’s five foot eleven. Those clasped fingers were slim, his hands delicate. Mitch was reminded of one of his mother’s ethereal porcelain figurines in her china cabinet back home. They shared that same fragile quality.

“Are… are you feeling awkward too?” Nikko asked, biting his bottom lip. “You’re my first… client.” A flush crept across his cheeks and his ears turned red.

His words stirred something in Mitch’s chest, an absurd desire to enfold Nikko in his arms, to protect him. The yearning took him by surprise. Maybe it was Nikko’s slight build, his fragility, that engendered the inclination. Whatever it was, it sent a rush of warmth through Mitch’s body.

He beckoned to Nikko. “Come here.”

Slowly Nikko walked over to him, his gaze fixed on Mitch’s face. He stopped a few feet in front of him and tilted his chin up, not quite meeting Mitch’s gaze. The rapid rise and fall of Nikko’s chest, the ragged breathing, betrayed the nerves he hid. Mitch stretched out his hand to cup Nikko’s face, his large hand exaggerating the diminutive young man’s size.

“How old are you?” Mitch asked quietly. Nikko had to be barely legal.

“I-I’m twenty-two,” Nikko said in a low voice that cracked. “I know how I look, Mitch. I’m old enough to work here. This may be my first time with a client, but I’m not a virgin.”

“I never thought for a second that a virgin would be working here,” Mitch admitted. He tilted his head. “You can come closer, you know. I won’t hurt you.”

Nikko swallowed, blinking. “I… I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re not how I expected a client to be.”

Mitch took a step closer. “How did you think I would be?” He kept his voice low and soothing. Nikko reminded him of a colt he’d spent time with on his uncle’s farm as a boy. The young man gave an impression of being about to bolt at any second.

Nikko took a deep breath. “I didn’t expect to be treated with so much… respect.”

Now Mitch got it. “Come closer,” he said, coaxingly. When Nikko hesitated, Mitch gave him a warm smile. “Nikko, I meant it. I will not hurt you. I don’t have it in me to do that.”

Nikko regarded him in silence. “I believe you.” He inhaled slowly and took that last step to bring him to Mitch.

Mitch couldn’t help himself. He bent his head lower and took Nikko’s mouth in a gentle kiss. Nikko held himself still for a moment longer before putting his slim arms around Mitch’s neck and responding, his lips parting.

When Mitch broke the kiss, Nikko looked up at him with shining eyes. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Nikko smiled, this time genuinely. “For being gentle.” His breathing hitched. “You… you make this easier than I thought it would be, Mitch.”

Mitch’s first reaction was a surge of pleasure, until a thought nagged at him. He paused, his hands on Nikko’s shoulders. “Are you here because you want to be?” Something about Nikko’s choice of words tugged at his mind.

Nikko regarded him, face calm. “I chose to be here, Mitch. Have no doubt about that.” There was no trace of deception in his voice or expression. He reached up with both hands and cupped Mitch’s face. “Kiss me again?” His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Are you asking because you want to be kissed or because you feel you should ask?”

Nikko stared at him, lowering his hands, his eyes wide. “You are… perceptive.”

Mitch shrugged. “I use my eyes, is all. If you’d rather we sit on the bed for a while, maybe chat, that’s okay, I don’t mind.” He waited for Nikko to make the next move. The young man was skittish enough without Mitch making matters worse.

Nikko’s breathing grew more even. “Then I should like you to kiss me, because”—he stroked Mitch’s cheek, the touch light, and for the first time, he looked Mitch in the eye—“because I want you to.”

Mitch smiled. “That’s better.” He caressed Nikko’s cheek, brushing his fingertips over his cheekbones. “Because I want to kiss you.”

Nikko closed his eyes, lips parted, waiting.

Fuck. Nikko was beautiful.
Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….


K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes. 

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

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