Who wants a free ebook?!
I’m offering a free copy of my upcoming novella, Tailor Made, to one randomly chosen commenter on this post. I’ll be announcing the winner on Monday, so make sure you get your comments posted by 6am (GMT) on the 23rd if you want to be in with a chance of winning.
Tailor Made is an m/m erotic romantic comedy to be published by Amber Allure on the 22nd January. Here’s the blurb and a teaser excerpt to whet your interest:
When Mr. Wrong measures up just right!
College tart Felix McAvoy is used to causing a stir with his conceptual art pranks, but for his final show he’s planning something even more outrageous. In a last ditch attempt to seduce his jaded tutor, Felix plans to wear the canvas in a subversive display. However, if he’s going to do this right he’ll need a tailor-made canvas suit. Fortunately, he knows just the tailor to turn to for the favour—and Felix isn’t shy about offering favours of a very different kind in return.
First year fashion student Andrew Wheeler knows Felix by reputation only–and plans to keep things that way. Andrew’s determined to save himself for the man of his dreams, and Felix couldn’t be more different from his ideal Mr Right. There’s only one use Andrew will contemplate for Felix’s body: a model for his end of year project. Trouble is, it’s going to involve a lot of close contact with a nearly naked Felix, and Andrew’s never had temptation quite so close at hand…
…Felix leered and winked, and Andrew was mortified to feel a blush creeping up his neck. He lost himself in his tape measure instead, taking a measurement from the neck string down to Felix’s waist, and then around his waist, his hips, all the time trying his best to ignore that naked arse Felix had all but offered up to him. In fact, come to think of it, he had offered it, hadn’t he?
Andrew groaned as he sank to his knees. “I need an inside leg measurement. You’ll have to spread them a little. No, not like that!” He shut his eyes tight, trying to will away that glimpse he’d just had between those buttocks as Felix had pulled his cheeks apart.
“Sorry, force of habit when a guy tells me to spread ’em,” Felix said, sounding excessively pleased with himself.
“Turn around, please,” Andrew said, his eyes still clamped shut. He was dimly aware of motion beside him, and eventually risked a quick peek.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” Andrew muttered under his breath. There was a clear damp patch at the front of Felix’s jockstrap, right where the tip of his erection was tenting the cotton. He could smell the arousal, Felix’s musk tickling his nostrils and heating his body. To take his mind off it, he pressed the metal tip of the measuring tape into the hot skin of Felix’s inner thigh.
“Ooh, that’s cold!”
Felix’s legs clamped tight, trapping Andrew’s hand in a humid embrace. Oh Christ, that was Felix’s balls pressing against his thumb. If Andrew moved his hand, he’d be giving them a massage.
Andrew’s thumb twitched.
“Mmm, does this mean we’ve finished with the foreplay?” Felix teased…
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