The authors of the new Brit Boys collection, Brit Boys with Toys, are very excited to reveal our delicious cover. Yes, the cover is sizzling and sexy, like our boys and their stories. Remember, you can give yourself an early Christmas pressie this year by pre-ordering this delish M/M collection from Amazon now, so you’ll have it steaming up the screen of your eReader first thing on the 22nd! Yup Christmas may be coming early, but Brit Boys with Toys, well they’re coming right on time. đ đ
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Bundle blurb:
From coast to coast and city to country Brit boys enjoy playing with each other and their toys. Not any old toys, though; guitars, rope, plugs and Moleskine journals all prove to be enormous fun. Throw in a shop thatâs wall to wall with kinky ideas, a journalist on the lookout for the next big thing, and Dominants who insist on obedience and thereâs sure to be something to cater for everyoneâs taste.
Whether itâs a quickie or a slow indulgence, Brit boys know how to hit the spot and they aim to please every time. So take a ride, fly high, come enjoy these sexy boys and their toys.
Brit Boys: With Toys is an anthology of M/M stories written by British authors, featuring British characters in British locations. If this steamy set of stories has whet your appetite for more donât miss Brit Boys: On Boys.
Contributing authors: Lucy Felthouse, Ashe Barker, Ashley Lister, Lily Harlem, Tabitha Rayne, M. K. Elliot  Emmy Ellis writing as Sarah Masters and K D Grace
Toys for Boys blurb:
Alpha Nerd, Will Charles teams up with Caridoc âDocâ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boysâan online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a manâs fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al fresco, toys that, in spite of Willâs great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.
Excerpt
The energy bar must have helped. Will seemed coherent enough. âI canât feel my hands,â he said battling to get his sleeping bag out of its waterproof sack.
âGive me that,â Doc said through chattering teeth. âLet me do it. My hands arenât all delicate and dainty like yours.â
âWould you look at that,â Will said as Doc grabbed the bag. âAmazingly, my middle finger works just fine.â He flipped him off.
âSo does your smart mouth.â Without thinking Doc zipped the two bags together.
âWhat are you doing?â Will was suddenly serious.
âYouâre hypothermic. Get your wet clothes off and get into the bag.â
âOh. Right.â But Will could no more manage the buttons and zippers on his clothing than he could his sleeping bag.
This time when Doc shoved his hands away and pushed the waterproof jacket off his shoulders, Will only watched, eyes focused on the process as though it were something totally new to him. Doc cursed the fiddly buttons on the manâs shirt, his own hands none too agile from the cold and wet and the fact that he was undressing Will fucking Charles, about whom heâd been having less than pristine thoughts since his first view of the manâs Arse, Will fucking Charles with whom he was about to cuddle down into a sleeping bag butt naked, never mind that it was with good reason.
Will sucked a harsh breath. âYour damned hands are like ice cubes, Woodsy.â
âOh shut it, William, or Iâll kick your arse outside and make you sleep in the rain.â
âFucking like to see you try.â Willâs teeth were chattering hard, and his whole body trembling from the cold as Doc worried the shorts down over his commando bum and found himself face to cock, which made the blighter burst into hysterical laughter. âHave we ulterior motives, Mr. Jones? Where the hellâs urBrain? I have to get this on camera.â
âWant a selfie of your cock, do you, you shivering bastard?â Doc turned his attention to the walking boots, which had stopped all progress of getting the man naked. Focusing on something other than the naked, very vulnerable body of Will fucking Charles helped clear his mind. He was too cold, to tired to get hard over what was essentially a matter of life and death, he told himself. Surely!
Once boots were dispensed with, he shoved the man into the sleeping bag and went about the awkward business of stripping himself.
âWhere the hell is the urBrain when I need it?â Will chuckled between chattering teeth.
âYou point that thing at me, and Iâll shove it up your arse,â Docâs own teeth sounded like a couple of spastic tap dancers had been turned loose in his mouth.
âNow thatâs a function I didnât find in the instruction manual,â Will replied.
What started out as ribald comments on the shriveling effect of the cold on male tender bits dwindled to nothing more than the sound of convulsive shivering. By the time Doc had shed the last of his clothes and shoved his way down next to Will, he was seriously worried. It took all his strength, which wasnât a helluva lot at the moment, to pull the bloke into his arms and hold him close enough to share body heat, what little there was of it. The worry subsided a bit when Will threw his arms around his neck and gave a harsh chuckle against his throat. âThis was seriously worth getting hypothermic for. Pity Iâm too fucking tired to appreciate it.â
Though Doc agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment, his focus was on getting Will warm, then heâd get out the backpacking stove and fix them something hot. That was the last thing he remembered, that and the feel of Willâs body shivering against him, in the tent redolent with the male scent of core heat and wet gear all overlaid by the icy metal smell of the fells in a storm.
Coming 22nd December
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