SMOKE IN THE MIRROR
A ROAD TO BLISSVILLE STORY
AIMEE NICOLE WALKER
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 07.12.18
COVER DESIGN: JAY AHEER/ Simply Defined Art
COVER PHOTOGRAPHER: WANDER AGUIAR
MODEL: TRAVIS
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Memphis Sullivan thought he was coming to Blissville to help his cousin out, but instead, he gained three meddlesome females, a tribe, and a permanent home. More than a year later, he owns a popular comic book and vinyl record store and doesn’t think his life could get any better. That all changes when the star of his favorite television show and bad-boy fantasies rides into town and spices up his vanilla world.
Lyric Willows’ decision to visit an old friend in Blissville will change his life in ways he never dreamed possible. The paranormal investigator is immediately drawn to the mysterious disappearance of the town’s founder in 1850 and rumors that his former home is haunted. More alluring to Lyric than the history of Bliss House is the immediate connection he feels to the adorably geeky owner of Vinyl and Villains, who also happens to be his friend’s cousin.
Lyric becomes Memphis’s houseguest when he decides to stay in town to conduct a paranormal investigation. Tight spaces lead to sexy encounters, and before long, ghosts aren’t the only things that go bump in the night. The more they unravel about Anthony Bliss’s disappearance, the more tangled in one another they become. How is it possible for two virtual strangers to feel like they’ve known each other for their entire lives? Was their love written in the stars, or is it nothing more than an illusion?
Smoke in the Mirror is the fifth book in the Road to Blissville series. Each book can be read as a standalone book or part of the series. This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults 18 and older.
Lyric fully turned to face me for the first time with the bowl and whisk in his hand. I felt my jaw drop and a gasp escape my mouth when I saw a golden hoop dangling from his left nipple. Oh. My. God. Could he get any fucking hotter? Only if he dropped his sweats and I saw he was pierced somewhere designed to make a lover scream in pleasure.
I finally allowed my eyes to roam over the rest of his perfect chest and ripped abs. Was it possible to come in your pants only from looking at someone? No touching, just looking? Could my mind create a scenario so fucking sexy I just erupted in my pants without the friction from grinding my dick against something or fingering my hole? I thought I might be capable of doing just that with a half-naked Lyric Willows standing in my kitchen.
Lyric held the large mixing bowl in front of his crotch, making it impossible to know if he had responded in kind to my attention. I knew damn well he felt the chemistry between us when I looked into his eyes. The only thing that kept me from being overjoyed about the mutual attraction was the tension in his body. I wanted him to be rigid from lust and longing, but it wasn’t. Lyric wanted me, but I could tell he wasn’t happy about it.
“Did that hurt?” I asked suddenly.
“The tattoos or the piercing?”
“Um, the piercing.” Ask me which one? Let there be more!
“It did hurt, but the pain was worth it.” A devilish smile slowly crept across his face at the same pace that raw desire sent a flush up my neck and face. I wanted to tug the gold hoop with my teeth and make him cry out in pleasure. “Are you going to ask if I have other piercings?”
“Do you want me to ask?”
“I do, but you shouldn’t.” We both knew where it would lead, and it was obvious Lyric didn’t want that. “I’m not a relationship guy, Memphis. I have zero to offer you.”
“Besides mind-numbing orgasms?”
“Yeah, besides that.” Lyric let out a shaky sigh and set the bowl on the countertop, giving me my first look at his crotch. He was turned on in a very big way, making my mouth salivate with the possibilities. “I need you to go back upstairs now, Memphis.”
I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees. I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever- after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.
