Guess What? You Can Pre-Order Brit Boys with Toys Now!
Rumours have been flying for awhile now, surely you’ve heard, that there’ll be a new Brit Boys: On Boys Collection out soon, Brit Boys with Toys! And guess what! You can pre-order your copy now! for only 99c/99p! Eight fabulously sizzling, fabulously British novellas all in one great big sexy bundle.
Stay tuned to my blog for the big cover reveal coming up very soon. As we approach the launch, I can’t help wondering how my two characters, Doc and Will, are going to inspire me in unexpected ways. Certainly Alonso Darlington and Reese Chambers have given me WAY more than I ever anticipated back when I was sweating bullets wondering why-oh-why I had ever agreed to write a M/M novella! Oh, I’d written plenty of M/M scenes in novels and short stories, but to write a whole M/M novella was new territory for me. To write an M/M vampire novella, even more new territory.
No vampires in Toys for Boys, my story for Brit Boys with Toys, but plenty of fun al fresco, set on a walk across England.
Here’s a little snippet of the fun from my story, Boys with Toys. Enjoy!
Brit Boys with Toys 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 that’s wall to wall with kinky ideas, a journalist on the lookout for the next big thing, and Dominants who insist on obedience and there’s sure to be something to cater for everyone’s taste.
Whether it’s 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 don’t miss Brit Boys: On Boys.
Toys for Boys blurb:
Alpha Nerd, Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s 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 Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.
The energy bar must have helped. Will seemed coherent enough. “I can’t feel my hands,” he said battling to get his sleeping bag out of its waterproof sack.
“Give me that,” Doc said through chattering teeth. “Let me do it. My hands aren’t all delicate and dainty like yours.”
“Would you look at that,” Will said as Doc grabbed the bag. “Amazingly, my middle finger works just fine.” He flipped him off.
“What are you doing?” Will was suddenly serious.
“You’re hypothermic. Get your wet clothes off and get into the bag.”
“Oh. Right.” 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 man’s shirt, his own hands none too agile from the cold and wet and the fact that he was undressing Will fucking Charles, about whom he’d been having less than pristine thoughts since his first view of the man’s 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. “Your damned hands are like ice cubes, Woodsy.”
“Oh shut it, William, or I’ll kick your arse outside and make you sleep in the rain.”
“Fucking like to see you try.” Will’s 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. “Have we ulterior motives, Mr. Jones? Where the hell’s urBrain? I have to get this on camera.”
“Want a selfie of your cock, do you, you shivering bastard?” 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.
“Where the hell is the urBrain when I need it?” Will chuckled between chattering teeth.
“Now that’s a function I didn’t find in the instruction manual,” 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 wasn’t 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. “This was seriously worth getting hypothermic for. Pity I’m too fucking tired to appreciate it.”
Though Doc agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment, his focus was on getting Will warm, then he’d get out the backpacking stove and fix them something hot. That was the last thing he remembered, that and the feel of Will’s 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 Pre-order yours now!