Thanks for having me today! It’s my pleasure to present my newest addition to the Bad Boyfriends series: Pumping Iron. From the shadowy world of high-end male escort services to the hot, sweaty, hard bodies in the gym, two men with very different skill sets are forced to co-operate in keeping a mutual client out of sight and out of mind.
Sean Rourke is Bad Boyfriends’ A-list escort. He’s more than just a pretty face, something Mike Douglas, second-in-command and trainer-to-the-stars, took note of but never acted on. With the escort service under fire from competing interests, the owner decides to call out the big guns to handle a very special client, keeping him sequestered while forces behind the scenes pull a few dirty tricks.
Keeping track of their randy client is going to be hard enough. Keeping a lid on their growing attraction to each other will take them way out of their business as usual comfort zone.
Title : Pumping Iron
Series: A Bad Boyfriend Novel
Author: Nya Rawlyns
Print Length: 169 pages
Publisher: PubRight (August 11, 2014)
Categories: Romance, Gay, Comedy, Erotic
BLURB:
What does it take to bring a slow simmer to a rolling boil?
Sean Rourke is hiding in plain sight as a Bad Boyfriends A-list escort, hoping to dodge the bullet from a few career missteps.
Mike Douglas’ financial backing and very special negotiating skills have him partnering not-so-silently at Bad Boyfriends, as well as running a training center for athletes and gym rats.
Eying each other at a distance is all they’ve allowed themselves until a joint special project at a seaside retreat in the Hamptons, entertaining a wily Boston attorney, shows them exactly how well they fit together, in more ways than simply business as usual.
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Sequestered at a beach house in the Hamptons, charged with keeping Lovett Junior occupied while his law firm does damage control over Junior’s peccadillos, Mike and Sean are dancing around their attraction for each other. Mike suggests a run – that’s the stick, but there’s a carrot involved also.
He sank to his knees, still blowing hard. By my guesstimate, we’d gone two miles and change. Ten was usually a warmup for me, but then I was fit, Sean wasn’t. At least not for that.
I needed to look at the bigger picture: Sean naked, on my bed, his cock at full salute, a come hither expression on his face, eyes at half mast, touching himself, fondling his balls, a finger nudging the gully, thighs inching apart…
Sean blew that fantasy clear out of the sky, dumping me into a brand new one with, “I’ll give you the best blow job of your life if you stop and let me die right here.”
“Tempting. But one question. Is that before or after?”
“Wha—?” He grimaced and ducked his head, his shoulders shaking.
I offered a hand to pull him up, but he surprised me and yanked hard enough I got caught off balance and sank to my knees in front of him. Now we were both sucking air, our chests heaving, and it had nothing to do with exertion, not that kind.
Behind me the sky was lightening enough it reflected in the deep brown pools that were his eyes, the irises wide and soft and so sexy I leaned in for a closer look, hungering for a taste of his mouth and skin salty slick with sweat and sea air.
He had my wrist, pinching down hard, his thumb rubbing along the underside … not rubbing, shoving, shoving the blood back, back toward my cock, and it hurt in a way that I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, off him digging into the skin, thin now under the assault of a blunt nail. It was angry, harsh how he did it, so harsh I at first didn’t feel the touch, a caress on my cheek, following the line to my jaw and tilting my head.
I wanted to look down, I wanted to see how much pain and pleasure he could control, but that feather touch drained me of everything but wanting him, right there, right on that beach with the grey shadows retreating toward the dunes, exposing us, exposing me to his power.
Oblivious to everything but the craving for his taste, I surrendered as he took my mouth, tracing it with his tongue, probing. My hand hung helpless, useless, in a vise grip that numbed sensation and replaced it with such intense focus on my cock and my mouth, there was nothing left but him sweeping inside, crushing and bruising as he invaded my senses.
The first sharp nip released an intense flood of copper-iron. Sean swished it away, then assaulted the bruise with another and another until he withdrew, leaving me passive, struggling for air.
I murmured, “Sean?”
He stood. I couldn’t. Not yet.
Whispering, “We have company,” Sean nodded in the direction of the dunes behind us.
Holding out a hand, he helped me up. We locked gazes, his almost a challenge. Then with a rueful grin, he said, “I have sand in my shorts.”
I looked down, leering. “Looks like a sand dune to me. You might want to do something about that.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“A contest.”
I was going to make him pay in spades for turning me into a quivering blob of jelly, right there in the open, lancing my heart with that fucking display of dominance. Reaching over to hook a forefinger in the waistband of his bathing suit, I tugged him closer and laid out the terms, keeping them clean and simple.
“First one back gets to top.”
He growled, “Bite me,” and took off like a shot, with me a few steps behind.
About the Author:
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul.
It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true.
Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She writes M/M erotic romance because her good friends deserve to have their amazing stories told.
She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.
When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
Website: http://loveslastrefuge.com/
Website: Romancing Words
The Men of Crow Creek: http://the-men-of-crow-creek.weebly.com/
Her published works include:
Curling Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novella), Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)
Ash & Oak (A Crow Creek Novel), Pulling Leather (A Crow Creek Novel), Strapping Ash (A Crow Creek Novel),
Sorting Will (A Crow Creek Novel), Flankman (A Crow Creek Novel)
The Wrong Side of Right, Good Boy Bad, Cajun Gothic (Blood Haven), The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu
Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts), Skin, The Guardians of the Portals, Dance Macabre (short story)
Finish Line (novella), The Christmas Toast, The Valentine Toast, The Shadow of This World
Sculpting David, Hunters Crossing
Nya is offering a double giveaway on this tour! first is a giveaway of 2 ebook bundles which include Curling Iron and Pumping Iron.
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Great excerpt, thanks for the giveaway!
It looks like a great series!
loved the excerpt!
Sounds like a good series to read.
I loved the excerpt. I hope to read more.
Great excerpt & giveaway!
love the excerpt!
please count me in
Loved the excerpt! Thank you for the great giveaway too. I’m adding the books to my wishlist.
This looks like she great series. Thanks for the excerpt.
Great excerpt. I’m looking forward to giving this a read.
Loved the excerpt!
Thanks for the excerpt and chance to win
Great excerpt! Thanks for the chance to win!