Every couple of months, you know who my most favoritest person in the world is? Samhain’s brilliant cover artist, Kanaxa. She made this fabulous cover for Off Campus, book one of the Bend or Break series:
And now I get to show off the equally gorgeous cover for the second book of the series, Nothing Like Paris.
Isn’t it gorgeous? Don’t you wish you had those cheekbones? Okay, maybe that’s just me, Chipmunk Cheek Girl. Man, I love this cover so much. You can pre-order Nothing Like Paris at Amazon & other vendors, or add it to your shelf at Goodreads.
Want a blurb? You know you do.
Humble pie wasn’t supposed to taste this sweet.
Bend or Break, Book 2
Jack Tarkington’s life is in the toilet. He was supposed to be spending his junior year studying someplace cool like Paris or Rome. Instead, after taking out his anger on the campus “golden boy”, whose dad ripped off his parents, Jack is facing possible expulsion.
Sure, it’s all his own fault, but coming back to the small Iowa town he thought he’d escaped, after crowing about his admission to a prestigious school, has been a humbling experience.
When he runs into Miguel, Jack braces for backlash over the way he lorded it over his old friend and flame. Instead, Miguel offers him friendship—and a job at his growing farm-to-table store and café.
Against the odds, both guys bond over broken dreams and find common ground in music. But when Jack’s college gives him a second chance, he’s torn between achieving a dream that will take him far from home, and a love that strikes a chord he’ll never find anywhere else.
Warning: This book contains a humbled guy who’s on the brink of losing it all, a determined entrepreneur who seems to have it all together, apologies issued through banjo-picking duets, and two lovers who can play each other’s bodies like virtuosos.
The idea that I get Kanaxa covers for the entire series just makes me happy dance around my dining room. And speaking of the rest of the series…
I just signed contracts for books four and five in the Bend or Break series! *more happy dancing* LEVEL HANDS and REAL WORLD will release in the second half of 2015. I’m incredibly excited to have this series continue with Samhain, not the least because I love working with my fabulous editor, Christa Soule.
And now, in thanks for your sticking with me through this far too long blog post, please enjoy an excerpt from Off Campus. Tom is learning just how many lines his pissed off roommate is willing to cross in his efforts to drive Tom out of their room.
Off Campus, Bend or Break, Book One
Every time Reese had brought home a guy, Tom had been out at the library, only showing up partway through the action to sit in the hall and eavesdrop on the scenes that had been fueling his fantasies for the past month. He’d threatened that one time to walk in on Reese, but there was no way he’d ever do it.
Only his headache tonight, so intense he’d felt dizzy, had persuaded him to give up precious study time at the library, hiding in the stacks on the seventh floor, for an early night’s sleep. He was curled up on his side, facing the room, a pillow punched up under his cheek. He kept his eyes shut and listened to Reese stop halfway in the room, knowing he’d been spotted.
“Hey, your roommate—”
That night’s “first prize is a blowjob” winner wasn’t as drunk as he sounded.
It took Reese about two seconds to make the decision to cross the line. Tom could have sworn he could hear the thoughts themselves running through his brain.
It was my room before it was his.
What’s he doing back so early anyway?
If he wakes up, who cares? Maybe he’ll leave.
“Sleeps like the dead,” Reese announced, voice barely low enough to qualify as a whisper. He tugged his guest for the night, smaller and slimmer than him, as always, farther into the room, the other guy leaning back a little, pulling with his body weight against the hands Reese had wrapped around his wrists.
Tom kept his eyes open, bare slits that allowed him to watch as Reese pushed the smaller boy with the long straight hair past his shoulders up against his closet door, the boy’s hair a dark colorless curtain in the shadows of their entryway, half-lit by the shine from the hall. Reese pulled a wrist to each side and pinned them against the closet door, and Tom felt himself grow hard under his sheet. He slid a hand down to grab himself, simply holding on for now. He squeezed once and a hot jolt of pleasure shot up his spine and down to his toes, flexing them with a quick spasm of sweet nerves.
Reese was grinding his crotch against that of the strange boy who tore his mouth away from Reese to pant out a protest.
“Wait. My room. We can go—”
“No.” Reese captured his mouth again, almost gently, still pinning him to the door with hands spread wide and the pressure of his hips. Tom tried to imagine it, the press of Reese’s hard cock through his jeans and felt his own penis thicken in his hands. He dragged his thumb across the head of his dick and shivered. Reese whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Too far away. Come on. All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?”
The strange boy proved almost immediately that he wasn’t a good bet for silence when he moaned as Reese tucked his mouth against the side of his neck. The kid’s head fell back against the door, eyes shut tight, his lower lip clamped between his teeth as he tried to keep his mouth shut while Reese did whatever it was that made the kid push his hips hard against Tom’s roommate and curl one ankle around Reese’s calf, locking them tight together.
The kid held out for about two minutes.
“Okay,” he gasped, as soon as Reese transferred both of his wrists to one hand pinned above his head and dove straight for his zipper with his free hand, sliding his hand in the kid’s pants. “But what if he wakes up?”
Reese’s voice was low and dirty.
“Do you really care?”
His arm pumped, hand deep in the kid’s pants.
Tom dragged his hand up and down his own dick, imagining how different it would feel to have another man’s hand on him instead of his own.
You don’t have to imagine it. Just remember…