ROUGH ATTRACTION: Dominion of Brothers series bk 3 in NOW AVAILABLE!

ROUGH ATTRACTION

Bk 3: Dominion of Brothers series

GENRE:  MM/Erotic Romance WORD COUNT:  70, 419

Like brimstone and caramel. When two men come together with a Rough Attraction that burns as fast as Nitrous Oxide in their veins,

its hard to find the cruise control and trust that they can make this last for the long run.

BLURB:

Life and relationships aren’t always neat and clean, or come in perfect little packages. Maxum St. Laurents knows this all too well. After being in a four-year relationship that does everything but bring him pleasure and fulfillment, he finds himself struggling to keep working at it. It doesn’t help matters that the man who satisfies every need and want he could have is the man he is having an affair with. And for Maxum, affairs don’t translate into long term relationships.

Darko Laszkovi just couldn’t help himself when he spotted the handsome man ranting over a flat tire on the side of the road. Moreover, he couldn’t be happier when the reward turned into an insatiable lover he hoped to keep for the long run. But, despite the rough attraction that holds them to each other like power-magnets, when Maxum struggles to let go of a relationship that doesn’t work; Darko’s patience and understanding that, we aren’t always where we want to be, gets tested to the max.

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TEASER:

Darko wasn’t thinking about who was at his door when the knock came, that was until he opened it. His rescued knight-in-shiny-armor stepped in; brushing passed a rather surprised Darko, even if he did his best not to show it. Closing the door, Darko couldn’t help but feel a little smugness coming back from earlier, he hadn’t actually expected the ruined suit and kiss ploy to work. But, if he had any other thoughts, they were instantly gone when he turned, only to have his body thrown back against the door. The man he’d just let in, pressed against him with surprising strength, along with an impressive hard on. The man crushed his lips with his and when Darko felt the tempting tongue lick across his lips— he let him. Lips hot and demanding as if they’d waited all day for a second taste of each other.

Just then, his guest’s hand dropped down, going right where Darko had placed his hand this morning. “Mmmm, seems like you got yourself a flat.” He pressed the heel of his palm in harder, grinding Darko’s cock to accept his hand, which was quickly hardening for tp prove the claim wrong.

“There. That’s better.” He pulled away wearing the smug look he’d just stolen from Darko, “Just as I remember.”

“I guess there’s no need for ceremony for kissing on our first date then?” Darko asked, his eyes half lidded with satisfaction.

“How was I supposed to turn down a pass like that?” The knight’s expression added to the growling tone with stirred desires that perhaps hadn’t been set to blaze in a long time for the man.

Darko waited for a retake of that kiss, but instead, his guest turned and began to walk around the living room as if Darko’s presence in the room was no longer registering with him. Darko watched as the man slid the long double breasted wool coat off then folded it over one of the chair backs and turned, standing there glancing at him. He looked radiant in the rich threads of a smoky-grey suit that tailored every line of his body in smooth perfection. The inky off-colored purple shirt transcribed well in a muted match with the dark grey, finished off with an obsidian black tie. Darko felt the low grottled growl kick off deep in his chest— damned if he could get used to looking at this man.

The man went back to his strolling about, stopping to glance at things in the room as if he could discern everything about the homeowner just by what was there, and what condition each was in. His hands absently undid his tie and started on the buttons of his shirt. He stopped along the wall unit, picking up a picture frame— two scull rowers in the early dawn light. The surface of the water cast a hazy reflection of gold, leaving the rowers in dark silhouette. Darko’s guest glanced at the trophy that sat next to it and ran his fingertip across the brass plate, distinctively noting the lack of dust. He read aloud— more contemplative, “New England Regional Championship Regatta – Master’s Division.” His left hand tugged at his tie, pulling it free, then he shrugged his suit coat off and dropped it over the back of the sofa, his tie followed.

Even now, without the presence of a fancy car, Darko saw the man before him the knight in shiny armor still fit, rather than himself being seen as that gallant knight who’d done the actual rescue. Just something about this man’s demeanorr made him shine like dark glossy paint in the dim of his living room. His knight toed the dress shoes off next, pausing for only a moment to read over the framed poster on the wall showing a straight-on view of several muscular men seated, lined-up one behind the other in a fierce tug of oars. On the bottom, the caption read— Real athletes row. Everyone else just plays ball. His knight turned, looking at him as if deciphering— fan, fanatic or involved player?

Darko decided to let the man find out for himself and he licked his lips as the shirt came off and found its way on yet another form of furniture. “I really didn’t expect you to show. I didn’t plan anything for dinner.” Darko confessed out-loud to break the silence.

The man stopped and looked at him, “You got a phone and an address right?”

Darko shot him a perplexed glance.

“Take out will do—” and the man headed down the hall. “After I’ve fucked you!” he called back.

 

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