I’m so excited to announce that one of my favorite people in the world, Carter Quinn, has a new release out today. It’s a great book, so I hope you’ll check it out.
BLURB:A childhood of abuse has left Avery so physically and emotionally scarred he believes he shouldn’t be alive. His only sanctuary has been his relationship with his older foster brother Sam. Avery finally lets Sam convince him to start therapy to help overcome his crippling anxiety, but even that can’t prepare him for the upheaval caused by meeting Noah Yates. Noah is everything Avery fears. He’s large and physically powerful—and undeniably capable of destroying Avery’s hard-earned progress. Although Noah seems to have a tender streak when it comes to him, Avery is terrified of being victimized again. But no matter how many times he tries to push him away, Noah never goes far. Noah wants to save Avery, but can he be the catalyst Avery needs to begin the journey out of the blackness?
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There’s an excerpt below the cut.
This excerpt is when Avery and his brother go to Noah’s house to watch a March Madness game.
In the end, it takes two days of cajoling from both of them and a blessed valium, but I put on my big boy pants and step into Noah’s lair. I almost laugh at Sam, decked out in KU attire, until Noah answers the door in very nearly the same stuff—except my heart skips a beat and all my blood rushes to my face and my groin when I see Noah.
Where Sam wears a polo shirt with the university letters and bird logo, Sam is only half-dressed, clad in a tank top jersey and shorts. A tank top—which means those amazing arms I’ve felt around me and fantasized about in my most private moments are now laid bare in all their smoothly muscled glory for my eyes to see. And those shoulders! He greets Sam jovially with a handshake that rivets my eyes to that incredible bicep as it flexes and bunches and whatever the heck muscles like that do when they’re putting on a show. My mouth goes dry and I have to work to swallow in order to squeak out a hello.
Despite the valium, my breath comes in shallow bursts and I excuse myself to the bathroom for a minute alone to get myself together. I’ve never had such a reaction to someone’s physicality, his sexuality, before and it’s dang frightening. But even more than that, it’s exciting, which is a whole new level of discomforting. I reach my shaky hands out to turn the tap—cold water on the face, good—and bump against the counter. I gasp, realizing I have an erection. My heartbeat kicks into overdrive with embarrassment. I hope to all that is holy that Noah didn’t notice. I mean, I’m a short guy, but I’m not little everywhere and, looking at myself in the mirror, the bulge is pretty obvious. I have to force myself not to untuck my shirt.
I compel myself to calm down, breathing slowly until both my heart rate and my treacherous groin are under control. Pushing down the panic that this might happen again, I splash my face and the back of my neck with cold, cold water. Then I catch sight of myself in the mirror and almost let out a laugh of relief. I brush my hair aside and focus on my ruined eye socket. No, there’s no chance of that erection coming back now. And even if it did, one look at my full face would have Noah running for the hills. I breathe a sigh of relief and blink quickly to empty my eyes of self-pity water, as Carl would call it.
I open the door to find Noah leaning against the far wall of the hallway. I nearly jump right out of my skin, a neat trick if I could do it.
“Oh! You scared me.” I notice his blond chest hair glistening in the light and resolutely turn my eyes to the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asks gently.
I nod, my eyes traveling up part of the long length of his exposed lower legs, desperately trying not to notice the shimmering blond hair there, too. I swallow hard once again and force my voice to work. “I’m fine. I’m sorry.”
He pushes off the wall and then I feel his finger under my chin, urging me to look up at him. “What are you sorry for?” he asks in that same patient tone.
I tilt my head up but keep my eyes down, newly conscious again of how I look, of who I am, and how insane it is for me to have these feelings for anyone, much less a man like Noah Yates. “I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.
Noah’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my full bottom lip. It’s a gesture I’m more than comfortable with after a month of his kisses, because his thumb on my lips always means his lips will soon follow. “You absolutely should be here,” he whispers back. “I would love for you to be here all the time. You belong here.”
I try to shake my head, but he won’t allow it. Instead, I murmur, “No.”
“Yes,” he answers. I can feel him moving closer, his mouth readying to join with mine. “You belong with me, little one.”
I feel like a volcanic mess inside, torn up, on fire, conflicted in a million ways, but I know I have to be strong enough to stop this madness before my heart erupts. “No. Whatever you think is going on, Noah, it can’t happen. I can’t be that guy.” I put my hand to his chest to push him away, but he’s so warm and solid and sleek beneath my fingertips. I close my eyes, in defeat or defense, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter.
“It’s already happening, sweetheart. It has been for a while,” he whispers just before his mouth makes contact with mine.
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