BALLSY BOOK 1
K.M. NEUHOLD & NORA PHOENIX
RELEASE DATE: 01.31.18
COVER DESIGN: K.M. NEUHOLD
“I don’t do relationships, I break them.” ~ Troy
If there’s one thing life has taught me it’s that everyone eventually leaves. But that’s okay because I have a strategy: no friends, no boyfriends, limit repeat hook-ups, no sleep overs, and above all leave them before they leave me. I’ve put my break-up skills to work doing others’ dirty work for them.
The last thing I expected when I agreed to do an embarrassing breakup song and dance was to end up on the doorstep of the very recognizable—and stupidly sexy—Rebel. When you meet a man like Rebel you’d be insane not to make a move. And just because he has me tossing out every single one of my rules doesn’t mean I’m in trouble, right?
“I’m everyone’s friend, but no one’s everything.” ~ Rebel
I love working for Ballsy Boys, but when you make the kind of videos I do relationships are pretty damn impossible. Besides, guys find me sexy and want to either be with me or be me, but no one has ever cared enough to see the real me.
Until I meet Troy. He has no problem whatsoever with my job, but he’s determined to keep me at a distance. For the first time, a hook-up alone is not enough. I want more with him. Hell, I want everything. But he resists at every step until I’m about ready to give up. What do I need to do to show him that this is real and worth fighting for?
***Rebel is the first book in the Ballsy Boys Series and is a super sexy MM romance with plenty of good times. While this book and this series do contain some instances of sex outside of the main relationships, they DO NOT contain cheating.
He’s taller than me. It’s a strange thought because at my five-foot-nine, I’m not that tall, but for some reason, I hadn’t realized Troy is taller than me. Not by much, an inch maybe, but it’s enough to make me feel…warm inside.
“I suck at dancing,” Troy informs me as we take position amidst dozens of sweaty bodies, his mouth close to my ear, giving me shivers.
“That makes two of us. I only asked to get away from Tank and Brewer. I swear to god, those two drive me nuts. Brewer’s biggest hobby is to ride Tank and get a rise out of him, and Tank would gladly serve Brewer’s head on a platter.”
Troy laughs, then grabs my neck and yanks me flush to his body. “We’ll have to grind, then, instead of dance.”
Now here’s a plan I can get on board with.
I circle my arms around his waist, as he pulls me even closer, our bodies melting in a way that would get us arrested in half the countries in the world. Not this one, though. Not in this club. God, I love this place.
We sway to the music, every inch of our bodies pressed against each other. At first, our heads are apart, somewhat awkwardly, but then I surrender to this deep urge to put my cheek against his shoulder. The shirt he’s wearing, which so perfectly brings out his eyes, is soft under my skin, and I can’t resist scraping my stubble against it.
His body is perfect, if you ask me.
Confession: I have a biceps fetish. It’s one of those weird, unexplainable tics everyone has, and this is mine. Every time I check a guy out, I look at his biceps first.
Well, maybe not first. You sorta take in the face and the whole appearance automatically, but it’s the first thing I specifically look for. Other guys check out asses or six-packs, or they wanna make sure their man has a solid seven-inch cock, or whatever. Me, I dig solid, toned biceps.
Not the Arnold-Schwarzenegger-in-his-glory-days type, where the biceps are as thick as my thigh. But I hate skinny arms. I love a perfectly sculpted, well-developed set of muscles in the upper arm.
My first crush was on my neighbor kid—well, he was seventeen to my fourteen, so kind of a kid, still—and he’d been helping his dad in the junkyard all summer. He was tall, tanned from working outside, and he always wore these black tank tops. Wife beaters, they’re called, which is a stupid-ass name for tops that looked so damn sexy on him I drooled every time I saw him. His arms were perfect. Absolute, sheer perfection. Ripped, but not bulky.
Just like Troy’s. I’ve eyed them before, and they’re right in my line of vision now, these perfect, strong arms. His muscles flex and ripple as he holds me tightly against him. So. Damn. Sexy.
My hands drop lower and lower, until I find his ass. His firm, fuckable ass. Mmmm. I was fucked hard yesterday by a guest star named Dick—and holy fuck, was he aptly named ‘cause he was a major asshole—and I’m the mood to pound. What are the odds I could have a go at this sweet ass?
When she was a little tot, Nora’s mom got a library subscription for her. That, as they say, was that, and a lifelong love for books was born. Nora never stopped reading and doesn’t exaggerate when she says she devours books, rather than plain reads them. She started writing stories as soon as she could hold a pen, and wrote her first full book as a teen (on a typewriter!). It took her waaaay too long to follow her dream to become a romance author.
Nora writes M/M romance, because hello, sexy boys, and likes her men flawed, strong, and a tad broken. She appreciates a little kink, but insists on a happy ever after.
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