When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had
finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her
gay best friend, Justin Perrotta. It’s only a matter of time, however, before
jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter’s true feelings emerge. He starts
drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.
Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to
love again. Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and
unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it. He finds love when he least
expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that
has ever happened to him.
In this modern day ‘Will and Grace’ meets ‘Sex and the City’,
two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to
love as much as they love each other.
"Feel the soft petals
against your skin," Tyler said. "Clear your head and don't think of
anything except the flower.
Visualize it in your mind. See the deep blood red pigment of the rose. See it
touching your body.
It was surprisingly erotic. It
made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact. It was hard to lie still. He
reached out and his hand found Tyler’s thigh.
“Keep your hands flat on the
bed.” Tyler removed Justin’s hand from his leg. “Let me touch you.”
Tyler gently ran the flower
across Justin's chest, down his right arm, then down his left. The flower traced each finger
from the knuckle to its tip. Next, Tyler slowly glided it down the length of
Justin’s legs, one at a time. Neither one of them spoke. The
only sound in the room was Justin's breath, deepening with each caress of the silky
rose against his bare skin. The flower found its way back to the center of his
chest. It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter
clockwise. His nerve endings were standing on end. They were over sensitized
and over stimulated. He was tingling all over. A sweet aroma filled his
nostrils. He wrinkled his nose. It was the flower.
"That's it," Tyler
whispered. "Let your senses experience the pleasures."
The rose traveled across the nape
of Justin’s neck and traced the outline of his collarbone. It ran down his
sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs. Normally it would have
tickled, but this flower was magical. It was a wand filled with delight,
bestowing joy and bliss co-mingled with rapture. All of his senses were heightened. They were
alive. It was as if he was using them for the first time. He not only felt the
flower, but he heard it, as it glided across his skin. The sweet scent of the
rose got stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose. The
flower jumped to his ankle, floated over
his calf and lingered on his thigh. It settled in the area where his thigh met
his hip. It felt like a thousand tiny little fingers were igniting his flesh
with sensations of grandeur. Then it was gone. It was no longer touching him.
He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return. He lusted for the touch
of a flower.
I am a newly published author of adult contemporary romance,
geared toward male/male romance.
My debut novel, Jealousy, is a modern day 'Will & Grace'
meets 'Sex & the City' - only hotter. A reviewer recently gave me a a
tremendous compliment by comparing it to 'Jane Austen' meets '50 Shades".
In Jealousy, I am blending genres, in that it has both m/f and
m/m romance. I am introducing the reader to m/m romance, in a way that is
tender, touching and loving. I want to make m/m romance novels mainstream in
the literary industry. I want to take it from the back shelf and put it on the
front shelf. I want to walk into a major retail book store and see boy meets
boy, right along side boy meets girl.
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