Book Title: The Last Beginning
Author and Publisher: Abrianna Denae
Cover Artist: Designs by Morningstar
Release Date: April 5, 2022
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance
Trope/s: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort
Length: 61 000 words/210 pages
It is a standalone story in a new series and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
“Nobody tells you how one moment, one decision, can change the course of your entire life.”
Kit Briar is starting over. At thirty-three, he thought he had his life planned out, but a devastating revelation sends him back to his hometown, desperate to make a life for himself and his son.
“Sometimes, a single kiss can lead a person down a road they never expected.”
Lawson Craig never meant to fall in love with his hot new neighbor, his life’s complicated enough. Except Kit and his young son fulfill a void he did know he had. The more he tries to fight against the mutual attraction, the harder it is to stay away.
“If it came down to it, I’d let him go. I’d let him go because he deserves someone so much better than me.”
Lawson and Kit find themselves in a whirlwind romance. They fall hard and fast, but every choice comes with consequences and neither of them are prepared for what happens when their blissful bubble pops. They’ll have to learn to trust in each other and what they’re trying to build in order to get the happy ending they’ve both always wanted. When every road seems to lead to heartbreak, how will they ever find forever?
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything. I’m just glad I can be your friend.”
I shake my head. “You’ve gone above and beyond today. From the cake, to helpin’ us clean up, to putting up with me when I’m in this kinda mood.”
Lawson scoffs. “There’s no puttin’ up with you.” He assures. “We’re friends. If I can help in any way, I will.”
I look at him. His green eyes are dark and intent, that mouth of his is so close to mine. I don’t think, I just act.
Lawson gasps his surprise against my lips but quickly falls into the kiss. He moves his hand to the back of my head. He deepens the kiss and I groan. I don’t know how long we kiss for, but eventually, Lawson pulls back. He doesn’t move away though. Instead, he gently presses both hands against my chest, pushing me back so I’m lying on the sofa.
He moves between my legs, stretching over the top of me, hands on either side of my head. We stare at each other for a long moment without saying a word before he dips his head and kisses me again. It’s sweet, dare I say loving.
I can’t lie and say this isn’t what I’ve wanted for weeks now, but I shouldn’t want it. Can’t want it.
I grip his hair with one hand while the other grabs at his ass. Lawson moans and rocks his hips into mine. Electric pleasure shoots up my spine as our erections rub together.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper as we break away for air.
“I know,” he breathes against my skin as he kisses my neck.
Gasping and groaning, I writhe underneath him. Our groins rubbing together and making my whole body light up.
Arching into him, I moan into his mouth as he kisses me hard and deep. All thoughts of why this is a bad idea flee my mind as I sink into his kiss. Every touch is like an electric shock, but instead of hurting, it brings my touch starved skin to life.
Eventually, the kisses slow, they’re soft and sweet, no longer hard and frantic. Though I’m aching in my pants, I don’t complain as he finally pulls back. Lawson sits up, grabbing my hands, he helps me sit up as well.
“Don’t,” he presses a kiss to my lips when I go to say something. “Don’t diminish what we both feel. I know. I know,” he says. “But please.”
I cup his cheek and stare into his eyes. “I won’t say a word.”
“Still friends?”
Leaning forward, I kiss him. “Still friends. I promise.”
“Good.” He whispers.
One more soft lingering kiss, and then he stands. “It’s getting late. I need to go.”
“Okay.”
I follow him to the door, pressing him against it and kissing him again. I can’t stop kissing him.
“I’ll see you later.” He says before leaving.
I lean against the door. What am I doing? I have no idea and for now, I don’t want to think about it. For one blissful moment he was mine, and I don’t want to ruin that. Not yet.
Abrianna Denae is a twenty-five-year-old author living in Northern California. An English major, they have always had a passion for writing.
Deciding to sit down and write one of the many stories that had plagued their mind for years was the easy part—finding the time to do it was a different story.
Caffeine is their best friend, and sleep is her worst enemy.
A lover of books that make the reader feel something, Abrianna tries to incorporate as much of their real-world views and feelings into their stories as they can.
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