| Age Gap (May/December) | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Secret Crush | Touch of Angst | Sweet with Heat |
Rescuing a beautiful boy wasn’t supposed to be on my Friday night To Do list…
James
Perry’s my oldest friend’s young, sweet as sugar, totally adorable Executive. Assistant, so when I find him slumped over a table, blind drunk and alone in the corner of a bar, not rescuing him isn’t an option. I can give him everything he needs to help him become the man he wants to be. But there’s one thing I can’t give him, and they’re the promises I always break.
Perry
James came to my rescue when I needed him most, but any secret fantasy the sexy silver fox with the come to bed eyes could be my Knight in Shining Armour is only good for fairy tales. James lives his life free of ties and commitments, whereas all I want is to commit to being entangled.
Take My Breath Away is a slow burn, sweet with heat age gap MM romance. Expect forced proximity, a touch of angst, a secret crush, plenty of snark – and adventures with a farting dog.
James stares up into the bright blue sky, and I think he’s more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. Warmth spreads through me, and my heart leaps because he’s feeling this here, with me. This is a time and a memory that will always be ours, shared with nobody else. He must feel me looking at him because he turns his head and his deep green eyes lock onto mine.
“Wonderful. So, so wonderful.”
I can’t say a word, I can’t move. I can do nothing but stare into his glittering, bewitching eyes. He pushes himself up and edges in closer, placing his palms on my cheeks. Holding me with a gentle steadiness, his gaze roams over my face, drinking me in as though he’s seeing me for the first time.
I should ease his hands away. I should move back. I should shake my head, and say no. James is dangerous because if he takes a kiss, he’ll take my heart.
I should ease his hands away, I should move back, I should…
He tilts his head, eyes never leaving my face. They’re intent and serious, taking me in as though he’s committing me to memory.
“I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first time I set eyes on you,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes still searching my face. “Will you let me? Will you let me kiss you, Perry Buckland?”
He must see the answer in my eyes, as his lips lift into a gentle smile. All thoughts of easing his hands away and moving back scatter to the wind. My eyes drop to a close as my mouth softens and parts, my heart leaping and tumbling as his lips brush mine.
James’ kiss is gentle, almost shy and hesitant. It’s not what I expect from this confident and assured man, and somehow that gives me the courage to press for more. He reads me, just as he always seems to, and as one we deepen the kiss, the tangle of our tongues sending a shivery tingle dancing down my spine.
Whether I pull him, or he eases me down, we’re lying together on the rough grass, our bodies crushing against each other. His arousal’s a hard ridge against my hip and I rock into him, the tug on my cock deliciously painful. I scrub my fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head in my hands, dragging him in closer, wanting to absorb him into me.
Wanting him in me.
The heat I feel for this man, the lust, desire and want, mixed with something softer, is a heady, intoxicating and irresistible brew. I rut hard against him, making it clear what I need.
We break the kiss, desperate for air. I gaze up into his face, the thrill of the kiss rushing through me. James is so close, the waft of his ragged breath rushing across my heated skin.
His pupils are dark, deep depths with only the suggestion of green at their outer edge. His hair’s messed and roughed up, his lips puffy and spit smeared, his face flushed. He’s so removed from the controlled, sleek man I know and a heady mix of excitement and pride surges through me, because it’s me who’s brought him to this.
Me.
He trails the backs of his fingers across my cheek.
“Chocolate,” he murmurs, his lips tilting into a lopsided smile. “Creamy, sweet, rich chocolate kisses, and totally irresistible.” He’s still smiling, still trailing his fingers across my cheek, still looking at me through dark, dazed eyes.
“Chocolate? It sounds like you’ve just snogged a Flake.”
His answering laugh is low, deep and rough, making my skin goosebump and my cock beg.
“But it’s not the chocolate that’s irresistible.” He shifts in closer, making my heart thunder. “It’s you, Perry. You, who could make a sinner of a saint, and a saint of a sinner.” “Which are you?” I edge forward, so close we share the same breath.
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I used to tell my stories to myself, now I tell them to the world…
The stories I only ever told to myself took place in a world where it was boy meets boy, where best friends became more, where the hero didn’t save the damsel but the hot guy he’d been secretly crushing on.
I wanted to read those stories. I craved to read those stories. But those stories weren’t out there. Or that’s what I thought… Until one Christmas, when I unwrapped a shiny new e-reader. All it took was a few clicks, and my world changed forever.
I found my tribe.
But there is life outside of MM & gay romantic fiction in all its configurations. Allegedly.
When I’m forced to switch off the trusty, faithful word machine, there’s a husband to feed and talk to, pubs to drink in, and cake to eat. I love to do all those things and more, before I rush back to write all the words.
I’m a Londoner, born and bred and even though I now live just outside of the big bad city, I’m close enough to hop on a train so I can get my regular metropolitan fix.
