Kiss Me Honey Honey(To Love a Psycho Book Two)
CF White
Release Day: March 31, 2025
Genre: LGBTQ+ Romance
Subgenre: M/M Romantic Suspense
Tropes: Forbidden Romance, Murder Mystery, Unhinged Twink, Age Gap, Dangerous Game of Cat and Mouse, Slow Burn with Explosive Payoff
Additional Information: NOT a standalone. Kiss Me Honey Honey is book two of three. The trilogy must be read in order. The plot and romantic arc continue throughout the entire series. Aaron & Kenny’s relationship is anything but easy. Their journey is filled with rocky moments, mistrust, and vulnerability, because the stakes are sky-high for both. Amid the darkness, you’ll find heart-pounding moments of connection, hard-fought love, and, yes, a well-earned HEA (eventually).
Available in Kindle Unlimited, e-book, paperback, and hardcover—with an alternative cover.
Blurb
Every kiss is a sin.
“Giving into temptation might not just ruin Kenny… It could kill him.”
Aaron has spent his life running from intimacy, but when his professor, Dr Kenneth Lyons, broke through his defences last year, only to push him away, the sting of rejection left an indelible mark. He’s determined to win him back and prove their connection is more than just forbidden heat. But when danger lurks in every touch, and even a single kiss becomes deadly, Aaron might not survive long enough to prove he’s worth the risk.
Kenny knows he shouldn’t want his student. Resisting Aaron has already cost him pieces of himself he can’t recover. Torn between his career and the man who’s stolen his heart, Kenny struggles to keep his distance. But when Aaron becomes the target of a ruthless killer, the fragile lines Kenny drew between them blur. And he’s forced to face the truth. Protecting Aaron could destroy his future… or shatter his soul.
As a series of brutal murders pulls them deeper into a web of danger, Aaron and Kenny are forced to confront the darkest shadows of Aaron’s past and the devastating legacy binding them together.
With their forbidden bond igniting into an all-consuming blaze, they must decide: in a world where trust is a death sentence and love could cost them everything, how far are they willing to go to save each other?
Kiss Me Honey Honey is the gripping second installment in the To Love a Psycho trilogy where passion and peril collide.
Aaron rolled his eyes. But he twisted and fell down to the floor by Kenny’s legs, opening the book, ankle crossed over the other, and, strangely, did what he was told. Kenny put his glasses back on, resuming his notes and the comfortable silence for a while, where only the occasional scrape of turning pages filtered over the television.
Until Aaron broke it. “What was it?”
Kenny hefted out a sigh. “What was what?”
“Between you and the detective? Fuck buddies? Passing fling? A relationship?”
Kenny sloped forward, wrapping a hand around the back of Aaron’s neck, and squeezed. Not enough to hurt. Not enough to bruise. Just enough for Aaron to get the message.
“All right.” Aaron flipped another page on his lap. “I get it. You keep your private life private.”
“Good job, eh?” Kenny arched an eyebrow and Aaron peered back to catch the potency of the statement.
Aaron returned to his book, and Kenny kept his hand where it was, gripping the back of Aaron’s neck. Passing it off as him keeping Aaron in check from asking questions he didn’t want the answers to, but really, he couldn’t find the strength to let go. Why? Because he was weak. An addict.
So after a while, he didn’t just grip Aaron, he stroked him. Massaged him. Caressed slow, languid trails up and down the nape of his neck and Aaron froze, the tension in his shoulders exposing his reaction to his touch. But, gradually, he softened, leaning into him as if he couldn’t resist either. The way Kenny knew he would, and hated himself for having to prove it. Then, when Aaron dipped sideways, resting his head on Kenny’s knee, Kenny felt the faint shiver running through him.
Kenny shouldn’t have kept going. He’d proved his point. To himself and to Aaron. But he couldn’t stop, and so he let his fingers explore, stroking softly, brushing the back of his hand along Aaron’s warm skin, no longer testing his reaction but revelling in it. Because Aaron melted. Relinquished. Surrendered to him by tilting further into him, a quiet hum escaping his throat, a sound so wrenching it shot through Kenny to make his heart pound. And when Kenny grazed his fingertips along the fine hairs at the base of Aaron’s skull, Aaron all but purred. Those enticing small vibrations travelled through Kenny’s leg, igniting a primal instinct he thought he’d replaced with something else.
The mundane.
A life he didn’t want.
Aaron suddenly sprang up, the book hitting the floor with a thud, and Kenny lifted his startled gaze to him, gut sinking that Aaron was calling an end to his reckless teasing. Instead, though, Aaron stripped off his top, lean, pale torso exposed, and climbed onto Kenny’s lap, straddling him. Kenny’s laptop crashed onto the carpet but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it as Aaron clasped both hands around Kenny’s neck, face inches away and growled, rough and desperate, “Kiss me.”
“You know I can’t, baby.”
Not because he didn’t want to, but because when he did, this game of cat and mouse would end. And he didn’t want it to. He never wanted Aaron to stop chasing him.
“Then touch me. If you won’t fucking kiss me, just fucking touch me.”
Kenny’s already paper-thin resolve shattered completely then. Aaron was there—half-naked, burning with intent, skin glowing under the soft lamplight, nipples hardened, and the faint glint of his barbell pierced into Kenny’s craving. He was impossibly close, all raw edges and fierce beauty, and Kenny couldn’t resist. He moved his hands on instinct, gliding them up Aaron’s sides, firm, almost rough, before easing into a deliberate, agonising rhythm that had Aaron arching into him, a guttural groan spilling from his lips. It was so primal it shot straight through Kenny’s chest like a stab to the heart. And when Aaron shifted closer, grinding down, gasping and trembling, just enough for Kenny to glide his hands to his back, tracing his fingertips along Aaron’s spine, Kenny wasn’t sure he could ever let this go. Let Aaron go. Every muscle, every curve, every sharp breath Aaron took was intoxicating.
A high Kenny craved more than any of his other fleeting addictions.
CF White writes gritty British based stories about imperfect men falling in love against the odds and has been accused of sprinkling a bit of humour into them from time to time too. Because what’s life without sprinkles?
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