Book Title: A Little More Forgiveness (Hot Property, Book 3)
Author: Pauley J Ray
Publisher: NineStar Press
Cover Artist: Jaycee DeLorenzo
Release Date: July 2, 2024
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity
Themes: Threesome, Forgiveness and redemption, Overcoming past trauma
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 120 000 words/ 836 pages
This is book three of a four-book series. It does not end on a cliffhanger
Each book concentrates on a different main character from the four owners of a successful construction company. Successive books will include spoilers from the previous ones if the books are not read in order.
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Three angry men, two loveable dogs and one isolated cabin.
What could possibly go wrong?
Blurb
Gabriel Sanchez is a man running away from his past, unaware it’s about to catch up to him. Stuck in an isolated cabin with two strangers is the last thing he planned. One guy, a bear of a man shouldering intolerable emotional pain, Gabe instinctively wants to soothe. The other, kinder, gentler, and just wishing to be seen, Gabe desperately wants to show him how visible he is. However, the harder he tries to keep both at bay, the more they fight and the closer they get until his heart begins to desire things he’s promised himself it can never have again.
Leo Taylor has yearned for approval his whole life, and as the lawyer negotiating the sale of a run-down cabin and its land, this time he may just earn it. But, trying to keep the peace between a cocky New Yorker and the grumpiest man alive is slowly taking its toll. During their confinement, secrets are uncovered that will force Leo to make a tough choice. Close the sale and gain the approval he craves, or follow his heart and fight for the men for whom he’s falling head over heels.
Mitchell Houghton is drowning in grief and guilt following the death of his wife four years ago. Then, along comes a lawyer with an outsider who claims to own 50 percent of his home, his land. After years of self-imposed isolation, Mitch is now trapped with them both in his small cabin. Determined to make their lives a misery, he almost succeeds, until their unwanted interaction and attention makes him remember the man he used to be—the one he thought lost forever—giving him another chance at a happiness he’s not sure he deserves.
We exited the stables, and I hoped to God this was the last time I’d be out here as the temperature had already dropped so much more in the last half hour. Of course, not wearing a coat didn’t help any. Hurrying to catch up to Mitch, my foot hit a patch of ice, and as the leather sole began to lose traction, I quickly lost my balance. Awkwardly trying to remain upright made my other foot slip, too, my legs going in different directions, while my arms tried to compensate by freewheeling about like an out-of-control fan, and I would have gone down on my ass if Mitch hadn’t swiftly turned and caught me.
His strong arm whipped out to land securely about my waist, and he hauled me in close, my chest hitting his with a thump, knocking the air from my lungs for the second time that day. His grip strengthened as I slipped again and our bodies fully connected, hips aligned, his powerful leg steadfast between mine. My crotch riding his firm thigh, I was sure he noticed my semi-hard dick pushing against him.
My heart fluttered as I stared up at him, its erratic beat pumping hard enough to penetrate through his thick jacket. My breath, more shallow pants than anything else each time I breathed out, left puffs of foggy air in front of our faces, letting him see quite clearly how our closeness affected me.
We stayed frozen for a few seconds, him looking down at me, me looking up at him as time stopped. He had his back to the cabin, so his features were in darkness, but I still sensed his eyes locked on mine, and I had to repress the desperate urge to lick my lips in anticipation of his face lowering and his mouth dropping on mine for a kiss.
He didn’t move, though, only tightened his grip, pulling me even closer, his thick fingers digging into my side, momentarily followed by him pushing me firmly away to arms-length, while still reluctantly holding on to make sure I wouldn’t slip. His big hands gripped my shoulders in the only place he allowed us to touch. Then a second later, he cut that contact, too, when I stayed upright and stable.
A horrible thought occurred to me. I might have misread the signals I presumed he sent out earlier. He had looked at my lips and then my crotch back in the cabin, of that I had no doubt. However, before she died, the guy did have a wife, and while I know that isn’t always an indicator on sexual preference, perhaps in his case that’s exactly what it was, and I’d been looking for something that just wasn’t there. A mistake I prayed I wasn’t going to pay for now.
“You need to be more careful,” he groused, his voice sounding deeper, huskier, the anger from earlier resurfacing and giving his words a hard edge. He turned abruptly, then stalked ahead, leaving me to catch up, seemingly no longer bothered if I fell on my ass. Trailing behind him carefully, my heart sank as I realized the progress we’d made in the stables was probably long gone, and we’d more than likely have to start at the beginning all over again.
Pauley J Ray writes contemporary MM romantic fiction. His books contain sexy yet complicated and flawed characters searching for their own happily ever after.
When not writing, he can’t wait to get outdoors, and with his husband, go hiking, camping, and travel everywhere they can, as often as they can.
With his husband’s job taking them all over the world, he now gets to write all day, every day, and he’s never happier than when sat at his laptop creating new stories about gorgeous and sexy men.
Except when there’s coffee…ooh and chocolate…yes, he’s way happier when there’s coffee and chocolate!
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