A little about Trusting Him…
Trusting Him is a captivating story about love, trust, and family. The Bromley Brothers are always there for each other and when the youngest, Trey Bromley, meets David Rossi, he’ll take any advice he can get. Follow Trey’s journey as he stumbles his way to love. Because although Trey knows he may break his heart, David is not a man he can stay away from.
A little about Healing Him…
In Healing Him both Henry and Ryan must face their truths. For Henry, it’s accepting that he may have to put aside a large part of himself in order to find love. In Ryan’s case, he must admit he’s been living a lie. For healing to begin, old wounds must be reopened so both men can move forward together; truly embracing who they really are. Can this Dom help his sub fly?
Why Healing Him is special to me…
Healing Him is special to me as it’s my first attempt at writing a BDSM novel. Although the BDSM aspect is important for their story; Henry and Ryan’s journey revolves around their romance, chemistry, and love. I believe this is a great book for a reader who wants to delve into the gay BDSM world, to see if it’s in fact something they might enjoy. I love Henry and Ryan and I really enjoyed writing their story.
Moving into the throng of dancing bodies, we join in. When Henry returns with the guy who followed him to the bar, he introduces him. “Guys, this is Sean.” We nod our hellos. He’s just a little shorter than me and has short brown hair and green eyes. He’s cute. Definitely Henry’s type. In a drunken discussion years ago, my brothers and I spoke of our bedroom preferences. While Henry’s a top, and Travis a switch, I prefer to bottom. This cute Sean guy seems like a perfect hook-up candidate for Henry.
As we dance the night away, I get the oddest sensation someone’s eyes are on me, but every time I scan the floor and even the bar off to the side, I don’t see anyone. A while later I tell the guys I need to hit the men’s. After finishing up and checking myself over in the mirror, I’m walking out when I stumble into someone. “Sorry.” The movement has me backtracking and facing the other way. And that’s when I see him. While the guy I bumped into says, “No worries,” and walks off, I’m glued to the spot. A man standing against the wall in another dance area has his arms crossed in a menacing way. With his black clothes, dark buzz cut, and large, wide-shouldered frame, he looks dangerous. Definitely not someone you want to mess with. Everyone gives him a wide berth because even though he’s really fucking hot, he’s obviously working security and doesn’t want to be approached unless his job requires it. I see one guy consider it and almost buck up the courage, but the man turns to glare at him, and he backs out and stumbles away. I can’t help but chuckle.
His eyes snap to me and I gasp. He didn’t hear me, did he? I can’t imagine how since the music’s so loud, but he must have. What else would’ve garnered his attention? He gives me a top to bottom once-over and I think he looks familiar, but I can’t place where I know him from. I’ve certainly never seen him here. I would’ve remembered him. Who am I kidding? This is Perth. I’ve probably seen him at the shops, or the beach, or something. His stare throws off a lot of heat, and I wonder if his have been the eyes watching me all night. Curiosity piqued, and with enough alcohol in my system to make me braver than usual, I stride over. He cocks an eyebrow, and I stop about a metre from him. Closer now, I notice the small scar just above his left eyebrow. It makes him even more dangerous looking. Definitely hotter too.
“Hi.” I run my hand over my hair before shoving both hands into my pockets. “You must be new here,” I say. “I’ve never seen you before.” When he remains silent, my smile wavers. “I mean, I was just thinking you look familiar, but it wasn’t here. I definitely would’ve remembered you.” I gulp loudly. Shit, I didn’t mean to say that! And the guy isn’t saying anything. He’s lowered his brow, but he just smirks at me in a way that seems condescending. Well, if that isn’t a rejection—and a turn-off—I don’t know what is. “Umm… well, okay. Have a good one.”
As I turn around to head back to my brothers, Riley comes out from behind the bar. “Hey, Trey!” Riley is a cute little twink who loves to crossdress. He loves his eyeliner and glitter more than me, and if he’s working, I always make sure to save at least one dance for him. “Hey, Ri!” When his arms wrap around me, I hug him tightly. “You on a break?” “You know it.” He leans back and gives me a wink. Clasping my hand in his, he leads the way to the dance floor. We give everyone a bit of a show, moving together seductively with our hands on each other’s hips and arses. It’s fun, and we’re laughing by the time we make our way over to my brothers, breathless and sweaty. Henry and Sean are having a private conversation, and something Sean says makes Henry laugh. I smile at the exchange, liking seeing him happy. Turning to Riley, I ask him about the new security guy who was in the other section.
He flicks his wrist in his effeminate way. “Oh, him. What a hottie, right? We were short on guys tonight, and he’s the brother of somebody’s friend. I don’t know. I haven’t had the pleasure yet.” I laugh. “You mean the displeasure! I tried having a conversation with him and he didn’t say one word. Mind you, in hindsight he doesn’t have to. His face clearly said, ‘Fuck off.’” Riley giggles at that and we chat for a bit longer before he frowns and says he has to get back to work. We hug, and I promise to catch up with him over the weekend. An hour later the club is closing and we’re thinking of heading home. The others tell me they need to piss before we leave. Charming. I stand at a different table checking my phone while I wait for them. I know it’s risky. I’m beyond drunk now, and having my phone in my hand is just asking for trouble. I don’t want to drunk-dial anyone.
THE IDEA of lying to my brothers about me and Sean makes me feel off the next night. But in all honesty, I’ve been lying by omission for four years, ever since I was introduced to the BDSM lifestyle. During the ride to the restaurant, the urge to tell them Sean and I are no longer together almost spills out of me. I make the decision to tell them tomorrow and push any worries over lying to them away.
When we rock up, I follow behind the happy couple, Trey and David. Sean gives me an encouraging smile and I return it. I know he genuinely wants to be here, because he’s fond of my brothers, but it takes a good man to join me tonight, given we’ve parted ways and are keeping it quiet.
Along with my quest to find love, I really do hope Sean finds his special someone too. As everyone appears to be at the table, David does the introductions, and that’s when the metaphorical wind is knocked out of me. The man on the other side of the table is simply breathtaking. He grasps David’s hand in a shake, and both men smile as they hug.
Ryan Scott.
David’s best friend.
Ryan Scott is fucking gorgeous. He has chocolate-brown eyes, dark-brown hair, and plump lips. His slightly bent nose makes me wonder if it’s a sport injury or from a fight. Wide shoulders fan out with bulging biceps. My eyes work their way down his broad chest and slim waist. The man has a beautiful V shape going on. It’s obvious he has an impressive physique under those clothes. Overall, he makes me think of Tom Welling, except with tanned skin and brown eyes. Fuck. Those eyes. I could drown in them. The mental image of his eyes gazing up at me while I feed him my cock has my dick pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Sean nudges me. Everyone, including Ryan, is staring at me. I
must’ve missed something.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Sorry, I zoned out for a minute.” Something incredibly unusual for me.
My younger brother, Trey, smiles. “Ryan, this is my brother, Henry. Henry, this is David’s best friend, Ryan.”
Aware my cheeks are probably as red as a tomato, I push away my embarrassment and smile, holding my hand out. “Nice to meet you, Ryan.”
He meets my eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze. Ryan nods and shakes my hand, matching my firm grip. “You too.” He’s quick to pull back.
When all the intros are done, we sit and order. During dinner and afterwards as we dance, my eyes never stray from Ryan. I don’t know what it is I find so intriguing. Sure, he’s really fucking hot, but he’s not my usual type at all. For starters, he’s my height, and he’s built bigger than I am. I usually go for cute, smaller guys like Sean, not hot men who’re clearly strong enough to pick me up. I know Ryan’s gay; Trey mentioned he’d broken up with his ex-boyfriend before moving back here. But I’ve yet to figure out what his preference is. Is he a top? A bottom? A switch? When it comes to his physical appearance, he’s not my type. Aside from the fact he’s absolutely gorgeous to look at, why the fuck am I so captivated?
Sometime later, we’re all dancing, and Sean says he’ll be back. I realise Ryan’s watching me. Unable to resist, I head over to chat with him, but my brother beats me to it. I hear how Trey says he’s going to stop drinking after the next shot, and Ryan agrees he’s had a little too much. He does seem… looser than earlier.
David appears beside me with a tray of tequila shots, so I take three and sidle up to the man who continues to intrigue me, and my brother. “Hey. Here you go.” I hold them out between us. When Ryan grins in gratitude and takes a glass, I find his mouth fascinating. Especially as he throws his head back and his throat is on full display as he swallows. Fuck. How would it feel to kiss him there? To lick
my way up his neck. What would it be like to see a collar around his neck? A collar which tells the world Ryan is mine?
I blink.
What the fuck am I thinking? I never collared Sean, and we were together six months. But the desire to claim Ryan as mine is so intense I can’t stop staring. A drop of his drink slides down his throat, and the urge to lick it up is almost too hard to resist. God, I wish I had the right to do that. Just lean forward and catch the runaway liquid with my tongue. To hear his sigh-filled pleasure as I lick him. I hold back a sigh of disappointment when he wipes his throat with the back of his hand.
great covers!
Nice covers. The books sound great.
Both the covers are wonderful. I’d take either one home!
I particularly like the model on the Trusting Him cover.
Great covers! They both sound like great reads.