UPDATE on ROUGH ATTRACTION: Dominion of Brothers series bk 3

We’ve been getting a number of emails asking for a release dat for the next book. While I dont have an answer for that yet I am working on ROUGH ATTRACTION: bk3 Dominion of Brothers Series, today.

Meet Darko Laszkovi and Maxum St. Laurents

Darko

Maxum

EXCERPT:

“They do, when I go to anywhere from six to eight of these a year.” He chuckled just as they stepped into the event hall, and the air of food, wine and money met them head on. If it had not been for the comforting contact of Maxim’s hand still on his back, Darko was sure he’d have turned right back around and left. He’d been to socials, been around wealthy people, but he knew full damn well he didn’t fit in. However, he liked very much, fitting into the arms of the man next to him, so a little social unease was tolerable considering the pay off.

Almost right away, a few butterflies in the crowd approached to greet Maxum. Each time Darko noticed the man stroked his back before drawing away to shake hands or grasp their shoulder for a cheeky kiss and greet, then right back to his position, his hand stoking over him like a signal that said I know you are still here. Darko liked it. As they continued to steer for the bar, there was no way to make it without a few more stops, but once there a heavy sigh came from Maxum that brought a chuckle from Darko, clearly brought on by all the ladies’ vulgarly innocent attempts to touch him, whether it was for his looks or his market value didn’t matter. What amused Darko was, with each one, Maxum seemed to sweat them more. The man was purely 100% gay-angus-beef.

“So this PDA—is there a limit?” Darko teased, more so to adjust the man’s thoughts back to a perspective comfort zone.

Maxum’s fingers leafed one of the wine lists on the bar and slid it over to browse the selection for tasting. The arm around Darko drew tighter, pulling him in for a full body contact before turning to face him with a part content, part smoldering expression, “Usually if the term ‘get a room’ has to be mentioned, I think they expect us to cordially make our exit.” and to prove a point, Maxum leaned in and kissed him. Nothing too arousing, but it wasn’t a zip-in zip-out peck on the cheek either. His soft lips lingered on his own, delivering a subliminal message as if to tell every fiber of his body—finally I found you.

Damn. But if he could learn to love this guy.

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