An Exclusive Snippet from Blame it on the Bass
Blame it on the Bass releases Tuesday, 15th April (the day after my birthday! Yay!!) To whet your appetite, here’s a little snippet. Enjoy…
Sonja laughed, a relaxed snort Levi remembered well. “That’s one way of putting it.” Slouching back in her seat, she studied Corbin with open curiousity. “You know, you’re the first person I’ve met who doesn’t get all flustered and prudishly embarrassed when I tell them what my job is.”
Corbin shrugged. “You’ve read the screenplay for Occasional. I’m not adverse to writing detailed sex. Mind you, that scene didn’t make it onto the screen for some reason.”
“That scene made me as horny as all hell,” Sonja declared.
“Why, thank you.” Corbin nodded his head with a smirk, even as he shifted on the seat. His thigh brushed Levi’s and a searing current of want stabbed deep into Levi’s groin.
God, it would be so easy to flatten Corbin to the bench and make love to his gorgeous mouth with his tongue right now.
The desirous thought—raw and powerful—stole Levi’s breath. He stiffened on the seat. Ground his teeth together.
Beside him, Corbin moved his leg away. Because he’d felt Levi’s discomfort and misread it?
With a low growl at the absence of Corbin’s heat on his thigh, Levi reached below the table, dug his fingers into Corbin’s leg—high, right next to the bulge of his scrotum—and pulled it back.
His lover’s shaky exhalation told Levi he was just as unsettled as Levi was. Would he be as hard as well? Because holy fuck, Levi’s cock was a steel pole right now. Hard, engorged and trapped at a painful angle within the snug denim crotch of his jeans.
He swallowed, closed his eyes and opened them again, forcing himself to focus on Sonja. Who watched him with contemplative interest.
“You’re more than welcome, Corbin,” she said. “Thank you for writing it. There’s nothing I like more than a well-written f—”
“Here’s your appetizer.” A large bowl of steaming chips smothered in melted cheese appeared on the table, the waitress delivering them running an evocative inspection over Levi before smiling at Corbin. “Sake is on the way.”
She gave Levi another smoldering look—the kind that said, “I will let you do whatever you want to me”—and then walked away.
“And there it is.” Sonja reached forward, plucked a chip from the bowl and raised it high to stretch out the tendril of yellow cheese clinging to its tip. “The invisibility cloak that comes with sharing space with celebrities.” She flicked Levi a knowing grin. “The same thing used to happen when we dated, if I remember correctly. I’d follow you to a gig, you’d play, we’d be hanging out after and the girls would come throw themselves at you as if I weren’t there.”
“You’ve experienced that as well?” Corbin snagged a chip from the pile, giving Levi a sideways smirk. “I’ve lost count how many times I’ve had to point out I’m with Levi when we’re out and about. Especially at post-award ceremony parties. There’s something about those parties that makes women—and a lot of guys, to be honest—forget social etiquette dictates they wait until the boyfriend is out of ear shot before offering their bodies as objects of sexual slavery.”
The pit of Levi’s gut clenched. His balls tightened. He slid his stare to his lover, letting his lips pull into a slow smile as he smoothed his palm up Corbin’s thigh and cupped the rigid bulge in his trousers. “You know a good sexual slave is hard to find, right?”
A hitching groan fell from Corbin’s throat. His stare locked on Levi’s.
For a straining moment, silence enveloped them.
And then their waitress returned with a large black jug of sake and three white china cups, shattering the tension.
Levi jerked his hand from Corbin’s groin, his blood roaring in his ears. Loud enough to damn near drown out the atrocious singing coming from the karaoke stage a few feet away. God, someone was really murdering Bon Jovi.
“Here’s to living on a prayer,” Corbin murmured, raising the small sake-filled cup closest to him in mocking toast. “Well-written fucking and sexual slavery.”
He placed the china cup to his lips and threw back his head, downing the wine in one mouthful.
“Best toast ever,” Sonja chuckled, lifting her own cup to her lips.
Her gaze met Levi’s across the table, held it for a heartbeat and then she too swallowed the sake in a single gulp.
The tight need thrumming through Levi’s body intensified. He drew a slow breath, reached for the last cup and held it aloft. “To being alive.”
Without looking for either Sonja’s or Corbin’s reaction, he closed his eyes and drained his cup.
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Will she make them, or break them?
Heart of Fame, Book 6
After a horrific accident robs rock legend Levi Levistan and his long-time partner, Corbin, of their dream of becoming parents, Levi is lost in a sea of grief. Until he runs into an old high school flame and their chemistry reignites.
Corbin Smith is intent on bridging the chasm between their hearts. But witnessing his lover’s steamy onstage kiss with a woman jolts him to the core with sexual arousal. And he realizes the key to their healing is standing in Levi’s arms.
As an erotic romance editor, nothing much unsettles Sonja Stone. She’s not even surprised at her body’s powerful reaction to Levi’s kiss. But when Corbin approaches them, eyes smoldering with hunger, his suggestion shakes her to the core.
Sensing their unspoken wounds, Sonja agrees to take a chance on a threesome. Their union is explosively perfect, but something is holding Levi back from sealing their searing emotional connection. Something that could destroy their love once and for all…
Product Warnings
This book contains angst, torment, sarcasm, humour, scorching m/m sex, searing m/f sex and explosive m/m/f sex. And a memory of a horrific past that may disturb some readers.
